“Did that make you wet?”
“Yes,” she answers fast.
I sink two fingers inside her, and Bonnie’s arms flatten onto the mattress as if she can’t hold herself up any longer.
“Shit, Gemma—”
Her words are stuck, barely more than a whine.
“Please,” she pleads.
I can feel her walls pulsating against my fingers before I pull them from within her.
I bend behind her and spread her cheeks wide, then drag my tongue from her clit to her entrance. Shit, her taste is fucking glorious. I suck her clit into her mouth, hearing her mewl into the sheets again. I want to finish her off so badly that I’m going to be in just as much pain as her during this concert. I’m trembling from it.
The moment I feel her beginning to jerk, I pull my tongue from inside her and flip her over.
She flops with a bounce on the bed. And fuck, her eyes…
Her makeup is smeared, tears streaking down her cheeks, and I could not be more pleased.
“That’s all you get, rockstar,” I tell her.
“I hate you,” she says before kissing me again.
I chuckle into her mouth. “You can show me just how much after your show,” I say.
“Mm… No,” she says, shaking her head. “After this show, I’m going to lick your cunt untilyou’rethe one crying,” she promises, her hand wrapping around my jaw.
“Aw, that’s really cute.” I kiss her again. “Only if you drink your water and eat something right now.”
“Can we cuddle for like five minutes? My ass really hurts,” she pleads.
I scoff and lay down on the bed beside her, and when she turns into me, I swipe away some of the mascara beneath her eyes.
“I’ll always make time to lay with you.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
BONNIE
I keep draggingmy thumb over the raised number on my five-year chip, hype music blasting in my headphones. I’m tapping one stick on the counter to the beat, counting each segment and letting the music consume my thoughts. My head is entirely clear. I’m satiated, void of any needs or desires other than how damn excited I am to get on the stage soon.
Two sixty…
How the fuck did I actually reach five years sober?
My phone vibrates with the scheduled notifications for my social media, and I smile at the thousands of reactions to the photo I posted the day after the band helped me celebrate the milestone. The post was a picture of the chip in my open palm, and on the second slide was a selfie of the entire band together. What I didn’t include were pictures of the cupcakes Andi made or all the hugs they met me with when Gemma and I made our way to the studio that afternoon.
The celebration was simple, and Darcy came by to finally give me my chip too.
The last few weeks have tested me thoroughly. The nightmares… the unfamiliarity of the new apartment… And yet, throughout every obstacle, I’ve had more support than ever.
Moving closer to my friends was the best decision. Asking Gemma to live with me is one of my favorite memories. And being able to create endlessly with my family has made me happier than I ever thought I would deserve.
I’m still not sure I deserve it, but I want to prove to myself that I’ve fucking earned it.
My ass still aches from the spanking Gemma gave me. She came by with Kade and Liam before we began rituals to give us the security rundown, and essentially, it boiled down to this: don’t be stupid, but don’t hold back.
