I increase the speed of my fingers, matching his relentless pace. And it feels good.So good.
“Carter,” I moan.
“That’s right, Kels. Say my name. Let the whole floor know who’s making you feel so good.”
My back arches as I chant his name, unable to stop myself from giving him what he wants.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
Ohh—I break, all my senses fully giving in to the pure ecstasy that’s flowing through me. Carter follows, hissing out my name as his hips jerk.
We stay like that, my back pressed into the mirror, his forehead against my shoulder, for a few breaths.
“I’ve got to go,” I whisper, attempting to convince myself I shouldn’t just stay here and do this all day.
Carter pulls away, gently setting me on the floor. He leans in and gives me a light kiss, his fingers stroking my arm gently.
I return the kiss before bending over to pick up my discarded clothes.
“Fuck, Kels. You can’t bend over in front of a mirror like that.” He runs his hand through his hair, his eyes staring intently at my reflection.
I wiggle my ass, laughing as he reaches down to stroke himself in a move I can only assume is unconscious.
“Are you sure you have to leave?” he asks.
“I’m sure,” I say, pulling my underwear and skort on in one go.
Once I’m ready, I stand on my tiptoes to give him one final kiss. “Thanks for covering for me this afternoon.”
“I’ve got you, Kels.”
Chapter twenty-seven
Kelsey
I’mbackstage,aclusterof voices buzzing in the air around me. The opening act is just finishing up, and I took a few minutes to dash out here to say hello to my family while I knew Jaxon was fully covered by his CPOs and my team monitoring the cameras. Yesterday’s concert went off without a hitch despite my missing the pre-meeting, so I feel more confident sneaking out of the security booth for a few minutes today.
I try not to dwell on the fact that I might be unnecessary at this point.
Izzy’s a few feet away, dressed in a thin-strapped tank top, her tight black jeans disappearing into the black cowboy boots she bought this morning.
“I’m so glad you decided to come, Iz,” I say when I reach her.
“And miss out on backstage passes to the concert of the decade? Never,” she teases, though her levity feels forced.
Her eyes keep darting around, and I’m not sure if she’s excited or terrified to see her old best friend in all his Jaxon Steele glory.
“It really is a great concert,” I say. “The crowd, the atmosphere? You’re going to have a good time.”
Bryn laughs, dipping out from under Jameson’s arm to come say hello. “Great outfit, Kelsey.”
I look down at my entirely black ensemble and then back at her. “It’s my uniform.”
“You could at least wear cowboy boots,” she says, nodding at her own. I take in my youngest sister’s outfit, noting she’s gone full pretend cowgirl for the evening with her lightly faded jeans and a rust-orange tie-back tank top.
“Cowboy boots are not as easy to run in,” I parry.
