She spins around when she hears me, lighting up like the sun."Crue!You're back."
Jesus.She beams like she hasn't seen me all day instead of thirty minutes.Somehow, that makes me feel more like a rockstar than taking the stage every night.What is it about this wild woman that makes me so crazy?
Everything.It's everything.
"Just in time, from the sounds of it," I mutter, tugging her into my arms."You aren't making friends with Havoc, Ireland."I pause."Or the crew.Or the band.Or anyone else with a dick, for that matter."
"It's cute you think you have a say in this," she says, patting me on the chest."But you don't.I'll be friends with whoever I want."
"Uh, the hell you will."
"Do you like sleeping in the same bed as me, Crue?Because you won't be if you keep brassing me off, acting like a numpty by telling me I can't be friends with Havoc and the band."Her smile never falters.That sweet voice never falters.She lays down the law according to Ireland, newly learned Britishisms and all, without missing a beat.I thought Shelby was mildly terrifying, but I think my wife may have her beat.
My dick is rock-hard.
"Inside," I growl, scooping her up into my arms.
She squeaks, clinging to my shoulders as I storm up the steps into the bus with her, Havoc's deep chuckle chasing us up the steps.The door slams behind us.Mason looks up, sees her in my arms, and shakes his head.
"That's my cue to go see a man about a dog," he says, rising to his feet.
"Oh.You don't have to leave," Ireland says.
"Yes, he does."
"Crue!"
I shrug, unrepentant.He doesn't want to hear what's about to happen here.
"He's right," Mason says, grabbing his phone off the table before striding toward the door."I definitely have to sod off.Have fun.Godspeed.Toodles, fuckers.Whichever."
Ireland giggles, pressing her face to my chest as he slips past us, escaping the bus.I lock the door behind him before carrying her to the nearest chair and planting my ass in it.
"Did you have fun with Mason?"
"Yes.He was very nice and taught me all sorts of British words I plan to use against you."
"Good.Now, tell me to fuck off again," I growl."But strip that pretty dress off before you do it so I can enjoy the show this time, Éire."
"Crue," she groans.But she's already reaching for the hem of her dress, just as incapable of telling me no as I am of denying her.It's the reason neither of us slept last night.Every time she took a breath, I was ready to go again.And she made damn sure I did…over and over again.
I run my hands up and down her silky thighs as she rips her dress off over her head.With her on my lap, her perfect tits are right in my face.She isn't wearing a bra.Apparently, the dress has one built-in or some shit.Good news for me.I lean forward, pulling one hard nipple into my mouth.
She moans, her head falling back.Already, she's rocking on my lap, instinctively seeking the pleasure she knows I'll give her.I snap the bands on her panties, ripping them away from her body.
"Crue," she gasps."Stop tearing all my clothes.I need them."
"I'll buy you more."I shove her panties in the pocket of my sweats before slipping my hand between her legs."Ride my fingers, Ireland."
"Yes," she moans, already rocking against them.
I watch, unable to take my eyes off her as she grips the back of the chair, rolling her hips, moaning my name.She's a goddess above me, taking her pleasure without inhibition.My marks litter her skin, standing in testament to what we did last night.
I twist my wrist, using my thumb to jerk my sweats down while she's riding my fingers.It's not easy, but somehow, I manage to do it.My cock springs free, bouncing against her belly.
"Inside me," she pleads as soon as she feels it."I want you inside me."
"Then take me, sweet girl.I'm yours."It's the truth.I'm hers, heart, mind, body, and soul, tied to her so tightly that nothing and no one will ever be able to undo the knots or untangle us.She has every piece of me.Every single fucking piece.
