Someone knocked softly on the door, and I sucked in a deep breath before sitting back up. “Come in,” I called out, like this wasmyroom or some shit.
Rhett cautiously opened the door, giving me a hopeful smile as he hesitated in the doorway. Just seeing him eased some of my tension and dread, so I beckoned him closer.
“I wanted to check on you,” he admitted softly as he closed the door behind himself. There wasn’t a whole lot of room at the end of the bed, so I placed a hand on his waist to pull him closer.
He gave me what I wanted, climbing onto the bed and bracing his arms on either side my head as I lay back down. Then he brushed soft kisses across my lips, dissolving the remaining anxiety still curling inside me.
“Grayson told us you tried to run,” he said in a low voice, and I groaned.
“Grayson talks too much for a man who barely talks.”
Rhett kissed me deeper, making my whole body flush with heat. “He was worried, Thorn. And understandably so. Would you really have left?”
I badly didn’t want to lie to Rhett; he’d been nothing but good to me from the moment I ran into him outside the club in Siena that night. He’d constantly gone out of his way to protect me, even after discovering my past with Jace. I couldn’t repay him with lies. So I just danced the line instead.
“It’d probably kill me if I did,” I whispered, then wrapped my hand around the back of his neck to pull his face back to mine. Our time together was ticking away so fucking fast; I wanted to make the most of every damn second. If Jace couldn’t deal… tough. “Rhett, I need to feel you inside me.”
He hesitated a moment, butonlya moment.
This time, there was no hiding what we were doing. And a twisted part of me couldn’t stop picturing Grayson sitting out there, listening to us. Did it turn him on? Or piss him off? Both options appealed to me more than I cared to admit.
thirty-five
BILLIE
The drive to New York was quick enough that we checked into another hotel, and I made the most of my privacy with Rhett, waking him up by exploring those dick piercings with my tongue the next day.
He groaned sleepily as I tongued his balls, his fingers threading through my hair to urge me on. I grinned, licking my way back up his ladder rungs, then sucked him in like a popsicle.
“Shit,” he hissed, his hips jerking and making me choke slightly. “I think I died and went to heaven. Or am I still asleep?”
I would have answered, but my mouth was more than full as I bobbed up and down his hard cock. Rhett seemed totally fine with my lack of response, his fingers flexing on the back of my head as he encouraged me to take him deeper and faster. Before long, his hips were bucking as he fucked my mouth, and I just held onto his tattooed thighs to ride it out.
“Shit, babe, I’m gonna come,” he groaned as his dick thickened and jerked against my tongue. I didn’t flinch or pull away, though, instead sealing my lips around him tighter and flicking my tongue over his slit.
Curses fell out of his mouth as his fingers tugged my hair, then his hot cum filled my mouth in several jets. His breath came harsh and fast as his grip slowly relaxed, and I swallowed his load before releasing him.
“Thorn…” he groaned, collapsing back onto the bed, panting for breath. “That’s easily my favorite way to wake up. No question about it.”
I grinned, licking my puffy lips as I settled in beside him. “Good to know you’re not one of those musicians who, like… can’t fuck before a show.”
Rhett wrinkled his nose. “Is that a thing? Surely not.”
“I dunno, you guys are the only musicians I know,” I admitted with a laugh. “Maybe I’m thinking of athletes.”
Rhett’s phone beeped on the bedside table, and I realized that was what’d woken me up in the first place. Someone had been trying to call him. Rhett groaned again as he reached for it, squinting at the message on the screen.
“Crap,” he muttered. “I’m late for soundcheck.”
That didn’t seem to faze him, though, because he tossed his phone aside and rolled me over onto my back, his knee spreading my legs.
“I thought you were late for soundcheck,” I teased, even as I lifted my hips for him to pull my panties down. If he was up for some reciprocation, I wasn’t saying no.
To my disappointment, though, he’d barely even gotten started when someone knocked loudly on the door.
“Ignore it,” Rhett growled, flicking his tongue over my clit and making me squirm.
Whoever was at the door must have heard him, though, because they knocked even louder. Asshole.
