I whimper on a shuddering breath, and he tightens his grip across my mouth and thrusts into me hard, grinding against me before pulling out and repeating the motion. My breathing becomes erratic and harsh as he moves in and against me. The pressure on my clit intensifies as I feel him starting to jolt behind me.
Breathing loudly, he slams into me. “Come with me,” he murmurs, just in time for my body to obey. I flush with heat, my body trembles, and the pleasure hits, demanding I stiffen.
Suddenly, his hand leaves my mouth and wraps around my throat, firm but controlled. The possessive pressure sends a violent rush of pleasure through me, and I come hard, clenching around him as wave after wave tears through my body.
There’s no room to think, no air to breathe, only him, his grip, his thrusts, the way he groans my name as he empties inside me. His hips jerk once, twice, grinding deep until the world snaps back into focus.
Colt’s grip on my throat slowly loosens as he stops moving inside me and moves his hand from between my legs, under my shirt, to my breast.
Holy crap!
Fuck!
I’ve never done anything like this before, but when Colt puts his hands on me, it’s like my brain switches off, and my body takes over. I can’t control it. And I don’t want to when it feels like this.
He pulls out of me and tugs on my shoulder for me to turn over. I roll over in the bed, facing him, and his hand skims across my cheek. His eyes are sparkling, luminous pools of blue, staring at me with such intense lust that it makes me want to go again.
His lips meet mine, and he kisses me so tenderly that if I were standing, it would have made my knees weak.
“You have to learn to control your moaning,” Colt whispers as he lifts his head and glances around the room.
“Oh my God, I hope no one heard us!” I whisper.
He smirks, his gaze flicking back to me just as Dingo lets out a soft snore from across the room. The sound pulls a giggle from my lips before I can stop it.
“I think we’re all clear,” he says.
I shake my head in disbelief that no one woke to my moaning or the sounds of our heavy breathing.
Thankfully, everyone must still be comatose.
Chapter Fifteen
Four Weeks Later
After a week of downtime in Boston—wandering the halls of the Museum of Fine Arts, stealing kisses beneath the towering dinosaurs at the Museum of Science, and losing ourselves in the history of the Freedom Trail—we found a different kind of magic at Fenway Park. The roar of the crowd, the scent of popcorn and hot dogs in the air, the crack of the bat—it was all intoxicating, but nothing compared to the energy of the past six nights. The band played their hearts out on that stage, right there at Fenway, giving everything they had to the fans, who grew louder, rowdier, and wilder with each show.
And now, standing on the edge of their final performance in the USA, it hits me—this is it.Their last show. The end of an era. And I don’t know if I’m ready to say goodbye to the States.
Sia, Anna, and I are always at the side of the stage, our own little support squad, watching as they play. Colt insists I stand where he can see me at all times, just like the other guys do with their girls. His persistence drives me crazy. I’d love to be down by the stage, feeling the pulse of the crowd, watching them perform up close. But he swears it’s too dangerous, so I stay put, not because I agree, but because it matters to him. And, if I’m honest, there’s something about the way his eyes find mine between songs, like I’m his anchor in the chaos, that makes it a little easier to stay right where I am.
After every concert, Colt walks to me, kisses me passionately, and picks me up, twirling me in a circle.
Every. Single. Time.
It’s a ritual.
A tradition.
He’s always so amped after a show.
It’s easy to see how much music and performing mean to him.
Since this was the last show in the States, the band is throwing a ‘last hurrah’ party in the penthouse. And judging by the noise coming from next door, it’s already in full swing.
Colt’s not here. He’s in another strategy session with Rob. They’ve been having a lot of meetings and discussions, working through plans with the other band members during the day before the concerts, which means I’m left alone quite a bit.
It’s hard not to feel a little down when I’m by myself. Maybe even homesick. I miss Princess Sophia and my parents, even if Daddy can be an overbearing ass. He still calls me often, but our conversations always end the same way.
