“Tell me to stop and I will.” I meet her eyes, waiting for her acceptance, her approval. Because, this, this is going to change everything.
“Don’t you dare,” she warns.
It’s all the permission I need. I position myself between her thighs, and then bury myself in her heat with one swift plunge. Her nails dig into the skin of my back as she lets out a short gasp, my own breath leaving me as her muscles contract around my cock.
My eyes slide shut in ecstasy as I adjust to the heat surrounding my length. Her hips shift, and I begin to move. Slowly at first, the muscles in my back flexing under her grip as I try to control my thrusts in and out of her.
I look up, cradling her head in my hands, her eyes at half mast, and feather a kiss against her lips. “Are you okay?”
She shakes her head, her voice breathless. “More, Dean, more.”
Her request goes straight to my dick, turning it to stone, setting my already burning desire into an inferno. I drive my hips into hers with more force, a satisfied groan of approval leaving her lips. I surge deeper, harder, gripping onto one of her knees, pushing it up, spreading her wider. She rocks her body into mine, her arms locking around my back, her breath ragged and hot against my neck as I continue to pump into her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she pants, meeting me thrust for thrust, her slick heat convulsing around my shaft in wave after wave as her orgasm slams into her. I climax a minute later, shuddering as pleasure spills out of me in spasms, punctuated as I yell her name out loud.
I pull out and roll over collapsing beside her. I tug her back to me, my breath leaving me in short puffs I as wrap her in my arms. She snuggles deeper into my chest. We say nothing. We just lay together in the aftermath of our desire.
I wake a short time later, Sadie breathing deeply beside me, sleeping hard. I dislodge my arm from under her as carefully as I can and rise quietly from the bed. I dispose of the condom, and then pad to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I take a piss, clean myself up, and then finally brave a look at myself in the mirror.
I just crossed a line with Sadie that I know I shouldn’t have. And not because she’s a fucking journalist, and has a job to do, which is cover a story about me, Luc, Mikey, and Hayden. But because I broke my own goddamn rule. No feelings. Ever. Did that once and never again. That was my promise to myself. How I protect myself from getting hurt again.
But fuck. What was this with Sadie? Was she just an itch that needed scratching? She was off-limits, and damn, the chase is half the fun, right? We still had another five weeks left on our tour. Could this just be five weeks of fun? We both scratch our itch, keep each other company on the road? No harm, no foul? The problem is, I have no idea if that’s what Sadie wants.
So, I do what I always do and become the asshole. I sneak back into the bedroom, pull on my jeans, then grab my shirt and shoes and slink out of the room like a damn coward. When I step outside her room, I tug my shirt over my head, and then bend to put my shoes on.
“Well, well, well.” A snicker that can only belong to one motherfucker. “You doing a little dine and dash?”
“Fuck off, Mikey.” I snarl, hopping on one foot while I slip on my other shoe.
“Oh, I just got good and fucked.” He smirks and winks. “Actually, had double the pleasure, if you get my drift.”
“You’re gonna catch a goddamn disease and your dick’s gonna shrivel up and fall off at the rate you’re going.” I’m back on both feet again and start walking away from Sadie’s door in hopes of not waking her.
“Hey,” Mikey calls out, and I spin around, huffing out an exasperated breath. He’s scratching his chin, which is angled toward the door I just exited. “Isn’t that camera girl’s room?”
I glare back at him, silent for a beat. “Mind your business, Mikey, got it?”
He stomps closer to me, speaking again when he’s a foot away, his voice low. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?” He points to the door behind us. “That shit is off-limits. Remember?”
“Don’t tell me what my limits are,” I bite back, my tone hard. “My shit is tight.”
He shakes his head, eyes narrowing. “You could have any piece of ass you want, and you hit that?” He lets out a short chuff of laughter. “Luc will kick your ass from here to hell if he finds out.”
“So, keep your mouth shut,” I warn. “No one’s business but mine.”
“You’re playing with fire, brother.” His tone serious for once. “And you’re not the only one who’s going to get burned if this shit goes south.”
Like, he was telling me something I didn’t already know?
Chapter Sixteen
Sadie
Exile
Taylor Swift & Bon Iver
I wake up to sunlight slicing across the room like it’s trying to drag me into consciousness against my will. For a blissful half second, I don’t remember anything. Not the way his hands felt on my hips. Not the way he kissed me like he was drowning and I was the only air left on the planet. Not the way he breathed my name into my mouth like it cost him something.
