“You can’t leave me, no matter what,” she whispers, patting the back of my neck.
Shit.
I still feel bad about that debacle.
Back then, I was still figuring out my sexuality, or lack thereof—I fully thought I was asexual at that point—and I know Ravvi was protecting me in his own way by insisting I left.
He made sure I wasn’t put on the spot, having to explain to everyone why I might not be able to participate. I’ve grown into my own since then, and I know what I want.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I assure her before looking back at Declan again. “The first time she went into heat was a mess. We need you here.” Focusing back on Cove, I continue, “I’m an adult now, and I won’t be going anywhere. I’m with you, Clover.”
Chapter Seventeen
Damian
Iset Cove down on the mattress.
She ends up on her knees, looking up at me from under her dark blonde lashes. Her warm fingers come to rest on my stomach, and she traces them down my abs until she bumps into my waistband. “Your pants are in the way.”
“I have to get my boots off first.” I stretch down, tugging them off. For whatever reason, wardrobe loves to stick me in unlaced boots, like leaving them hanging open makes it seem more “rock-star life” or something. Luckily, these have a band under the tongue that keeps them from sliding off as I walk.
I take my socks off for good measure and shake out of my shirt, tossing it in the corner. Only, I’m still in my beanie, so I tug that off too.
By the time I focus back on Cove, she’s peeling herself out of everything except her bra and panties.
They’re black and lacy.
I fight the urge to shiver.
It’s one of my no-go textures.
Lace is right up there with velvet when it comes to my least favorite materials.
Jesus, get yourself together.
People see me on stage and think I must have a glamorous life. In reality, my brain is my worst enemy.
Cove stretches up on her knees, wrapping a hand around my lower back.
I can do this.
I’ll focus on her and ignore the uncomfortable scratchy feeling that comes from the horrendous material.
My hair falls into my eyes as I lean down to kiss her. She once again proves she’s more capable than I am, pulling my belt free of my leather pants and chucking it aside while still managing to kiss me breathless.
I’m unprepared for it when she tugs me closer, and I fall on top of her. She relocates her legs from under me while I get the hang of holding myself up on a forearm.
My hand falls to her face, brushing her hair back. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
“That’s a good start,” Declan says, closing the door behind him. “Kissing, grinding, tender touches… You’ll get the hang of it in no time.”
Cove’s hands land on my ass, tugging me closer. It’s like she wants my weight pushing into her.
I lower onto her, still lost to the meeting of our mouths. She’s hot to the point it heats my front, and I’m so distracted that I can’t even focus on how much I hate the feeling of the lace.
My cock is a sticky, leaking mess, desperate for some relief, but I’d imagine she is too.
Breathing while kissing is more complicated than I realized, or maybe I suck at multitasking.
