“Where’s Neil?” she asks.
I glance in the direction of the open door to his bedroom. The sounds coming from within make it obvious he’s not alone. “He’s enjoying one last hurrah.”
“Of course.” She sounds exhausted and a little off. But Sam let her go in record time so that must be a good sign.
I wrap my arm around her shoulder as we make a line for the balcony. I stick one of the pre-rolled joints between my lips. “How’d everything go with the doc?”
I’m troubled by how quiet she is.
“Nothing to worry about.” She stares out at the glowing Manhattan skyline.
“I’m always going to worry about you, candy head.” Taking the joint between finger and thumb, I bring her in closer and press my lips to the top of her head.
She doesn’t seem to like that, pulling away quicker than normal. “We should be more careful. People are going to think something’s going on with us.”
What’s that about? I take out my Zippo and light the end of the paper. The sweet fragrance fills the air as the smoke fills my lungs. It disperses through my body, easing the tension I’ve been carrying all night.
“And we wouldn’t want that?” Because that’s exactly what I want. What I plan on asking for. I hold the smoke out for her. “Want a hit?”
“Not tonight.” She faces me while I take another drag. “Listen, Riot. You know—”
“Hey guys.” Bronx hangs through the doorway. “It’s time.”
“Shit. I just lit this,” I grump, though it’s the conversation with Kels that has me all bothered. That and none of us know what will happen with Neil after he’s done with rehab. He may not want to come back. L.A. Riot may never be the same band we are right now.
“Sam wants to leave in few minutes,” Bronx adds.
With my head hanging, I press my hand to the small of Kelsey’s back. “The next couple hours are going to feel like a year.”
The ride back from dropping Neil to the rehab facility is subdued. We drop Golden and Bronx at the hotel where they still have company waiting for them. Once we’re in the parking garage, Sam takes off, leaving Kelsey and me alone. At last.
Snagging Kelsey’s wrist, I spin her back to me as the doors at the far end of the structure close. “Finally, we’re alone. I swear I’m dying here, not being able to touch you whenever I want.”
“Riot,” she admonishes and then shrieks when I pick her up and press her back to the side of the bus. Her thighs wrap around my hips, those pointy heels digging into my legs while I dive in for a kiss.
She curls her fingers in my hair as I skate my lips along her neck and tug her panties to the side so I can circle her clit. “That feels good.”
Talking can wait a little longer.
“This pussy needs to be fucked, doesn’t it, candy head?” I capture her mouth and fuse it with mine. “God knows, I need to fuck it.”
9
Kelsey
Ikiss him as he carries me up the steps and into the bus. With his big hands wrapped around both thighs, he presses his fingers to my seam through my panties. He pounds his elbow into the button that shuts the doors before stalking down the aisle to the bedroom.
“We have the whole place to ourselves for once and I plan on taking advantage.” His sexy as hell smile comes out as he lays me out on the bed, stretching my arms above my head before wrapping one strong hand around both wrists.
Tugging my panties to the side, he runs a finger over my clit and dips it inside me, testing my readiness before he buries two fingers inside me. He pumps them in and out at a deliberately slow pace, while he draws swirls over my clit.
He watches me with hot, hooded eyes, searching for the first sign of an orgasm bearing down on me.
A moan slips between my lips as the heat he’s weaving intensifies, and my hips arch into his hand.
“You’re fucking beautiful when you’re close, candy head.” He presses in deeper, stroking that spot that likes his touch so much then drawing back when I start to whimper. “I would keep you right on that edge all the time if I could.”
It feels like I’ve lived on that edge emotionally my whole life. Always in touching distance of what I want, but too far away to grab onto it. “Riot—”
