Aw, sweet.
After dropping Nadie and Rory at her sister’s, Tyler and Cary checked into the Fairmont Hotel to get ready for the game. They requested the same suite they’d stayed in over Christmas, hoping to recapture a little of that magic. Hard to believe she’d gone nearly three years without sex—and now she craved it like chocolate.
“I’m hopping in the shower, babe,” Cary told her from the bathroom.
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
Tyler’s phone vibrated—a text message from Kim.
Where are you?
She replied,Fairmont.
Kim responded with a video attached.CK is going viral.
A vise-like grip tightened in Tyler’s chest, her heart thumping so loud it echoed. She sat on the bed, expecting the worst, drawing in a breath and bracing herself before tapping the screen.What if it’s a sex tape with Emma?
She dropped her head in relief and smiled. It was footage from last night’s show. Cary was onstage with Yestown, and it sounded incredible. It also had over a million hits and had only been up for an hour.
The water turned off and Cary poked his head out the door. “What are you watching?” he asked, wrapping a towel around his waist.
“You.” She turned her phone to show him. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know, but it’s my song and I love those guys.”
“So they’re behaving?”
“Are you kidding? They tried to help with the load-in.”
“No!” She walked toward him. “What about IATSE?”
The International Alliance of Theatrical Stage Employees was a labor union for venue technicians. They didn’t allow anyone to lift a finger unless you paid your dues.
She added, “I didn’t think to tell them.”
“I told them,” he said, tousling his wet hair as it dripped onto the floor. “Good thing we kept Kim on. We would’ve needed another TM sooner or later.”
“I’m glad it worked out.”
Before she could say more, he grabbed her by the waist and pressed kisses along her neck.
“Cary!” she squealed, wriggling out of his arms. “I need a shower.”
“I like you dirty,” he said. “The dirtier, the better.”
“You’re sick.”
“You love it.”
You’re right.
Cary dropped his towel, and her breath hitched. She reached for him but he stopped her, sliding her leggings and panties down in sync. She gripped the curtain rod for balance, gasping as his fingers plunged inside her, palm facing out. Standing above him, she watched in anticipation, tightening in her core.
With delicate strokes, he circled her sex, drawing a moan as his fingers slipped out, replaced by the slow, insistent glide of his tongue. She tensed, then unraveled, swelling with pleasure.
“Stay there,” she said, lowering herself to straddle him. She shed her hoodie and bra, then reached between her thighs, spreading her wetness over his length as she stroked him.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
