“Damn,”Rory exhaled, dropping his bag and walking straight out onto the balcony overlooking the city.
Following him out, I maneuvered myself until I was standing by his side against the railing, his arm slung over my shoulder. This right here was all I ever wanted. Rory and me, standing side by side. Equals in life, growing and learning together. We felt a bit reckless and wild, like a gust of wind would pick up and blow us both away, but I couldn’t want for anything else. This was the life I wanted to live, whether in a motel or a hotel. I just wanted to be with him.
“I could get used to this,” he said.
“There’s going to be so much more. You’re going to places beyond your wildest dreams. Just promise me you’ll never take it for granted. That you’ll never climb so high that you forget to be grateful for all of this.”
“Then stay by my side and remind me.”
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
We stood there taking in the awesomeness of the moment before I broke the silence. “I’m going to take a shower. It’s been almost three weeks since I’ve been able to move my arms over my head without banging my elbows into the bus walls.”
“Okay, I’m gonna grab a drink from the mini bar and sit out here for a while.”
“I imagine it’s a bittersweet moment for you.”
Palming my jaw with his strong hand, Rory planted a kiss on my lips. “Only sweet, Grace Note.”
* * *
Grace
Hi
Rory
Who’s this?
Come in the bathroom and see
He didn’t take long,pushing the door open a few seconds after I’d sent the text. I was waiting for him in the jetted tub, a leg suggestively propped to give him a peek of what was to come. Rory didn’t need to be asked nicely. Didn’t require wining or dining. He’d been trained to be ready at a moment’s notice. The instant bulge of his jeans proved it. Cutting across the expansive bathroom, Rory’s shirt was off before he reached the tub. My lips parted in anticipation as he slipped his hands through my hair and hooked them around the back of my neck. He pulled me to him with the urgency I desired, and his lips crashed into mine, then his tongue thrashed against my tongue. I groaned, and my body instantly heated up, remembering the thrill of being with him.
I slid my wet hand along the ridges of his stomach, something I’d wanted to do since he’d flashed me skin on our first text talk. Rory wasn’t jacked. His genetically lanky physique carried very little body fat, but the physicality of drumming had toned every inch of him, from his strong arms to his toned abs to the tips of his tapping toes. He had always been perfection to me, the kind of sexy that cast away all my inhibitions. With Rory, I didn’t think. I just did. The wild and sexy girl who lived inside my lascivious body always thanked me in the morning.
As he gripped the sides of the tub, his hair fell forward. I brushed it away and nipped at his lower lip. He nipped back. Ours was a game with no losers.
“What is it with you in confined spaces?” he asked.
I grabbed the denim waistband and jerked him forward, nearly pulling him into the water with me. “With you, I like the urgency.”
“But not with everyone?” he asked, jealousy rearing its head. I squashed it quickly. The last thing either of us needed was thinking about the others that came between the bumps in our road.
“Only with you.”
Popping the buttons on his jeans, I tugged them over his slim hips and pulled them down as far as my reach would allow. Rory took over from there, removing the remnants of his clothing before stepping into the tub. Straddling me, he flinched when the porcelain dug into his knees. I wrapped my arms around his back and maneuvered our bodies until we’d flipped, with him sitting atop the porcelain and me sitting on top of him.
“Better,” I whispered.
His answer was to run a hand down my body, enfolding the swelling of my breasts before sliding ever further down and slipping his middle finger into me. I let out a tiny gasp and bore down, trying to push it even deeper. I moved with his hand, grunting at the sensations he brought out of me. It was too good. Too soon.
“No,” I panted. “Not yet.”
He removed his finger, letting me rest, but not for long. Grabbing my ass with both hands, Rory positioned me over his hardness. Slowly I lowered myself down, my body remembering every inch of him as I took his entire length. Only when our bodies were flush did I sway my hips to the waves of the sloshing water. Rory laid his head back on the tub’s rim, his body splayed out in such a sensual pose I felt like I needed to stop again just to prolong the moment.
His hands grasped my waist, holding me firmly as I fought off the orgasm wanting to take me. Tipping his head forward, he circled my nipples with his lips, drawing a gasp from mine as I arched my back. He thrust from below, forcing my body up and causing tiny explosions to rip through my lower body.
“So fucking sexy!” he said, fingers slicing through my wet hair, taking a handful and forcing me to look him in the eyes before placing his mouth to mine in a long, slow, deep kiss. My tongue searched out the corners of his mouth and I wrapped my arms around his neck, bracing myself for the surge that was rippling through my body. My breathing deepened, and I moaned. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I wriggled about, my legs jerking as I cried out.
