“No, I saw Luke.”
Her brow furrows. “Oh, I bet that went over well.”
Resting my forehead to hers, I whisper, “Jett’s staying. But Raoul’s going to be with you whenever I’m not. I’m sorry. I know you like your space for your yoga and pre-show rituals, but Raoul’s glued to you until the tour ends.”
Effa lets out a long sigh, then gives me a small nod. “Okay. Raoul’s been my shadow already. If it helps you breathe easier, I’ll let him follow me to the bathroom and back.”
“You don’t have a choice, baby. I don’t want Jett alone with you. I don’t trust his intentions. Or his dick.”
“I don’t think he’d go that far, but… I hear you. What are you gonna do when you see him next?”
I kiss her softly, but full of fire. That connection, that heat, still hits like a lightning bolt. Pulling back, I shrug. “Nothing. Be the bigger man… and all that shit.”
She grins, dimples flashing. “Have I told you how amazing you are?”
“No, actually, you haven’t.”
“Well, the center of my chaotic universe, you are the most caring, stunningly brave, irritatingly protective man I’ve ever known. And I swear to Gaia, I’ve never felt safer than I do with you.” Her eyes sparkle with pure adoration, and the tension bleeding out of me finally vanishes.
I kiss her again, lingering, grounding.
“After Lilah, I didn’t think I’d feel this again,” I murmur. “Didn’t think I’d be capable of it. But you… you’ve changed everything. I can’t even think about a world without you in it. You belong with me, Effa. You just do.”
She throws her arms around me. “I’m not going anywhere. You and me… until the last light dims.”
“Until the last light dims.”
My lips crash into hers, rougher this time—more desperate, more possessive—and her mouth parts instantly, welcoming me in. My tongue slides in deep, tangling with hers as I taste her. She’s sweet, hot, and fucking addictive.
I grip her ass with both hands, fingers digging in as I lift her effortlessly. Her legs wrap tight around my waist, like they were made to be there. I slam her back against the wall, and she gasps into my mouth, a soft “oomph” escaping her lips. But she doesn’t stop, she kisses me harder, hungrily.
Effa grinds against the thick ridge of my cock through my jeans, her heat practically burning through the fabric. The friction is insane. She’s panting, breathless, needy, and it drives me fucking wild.
This isn’t just lust.
It’s a need to brand her.
To claim her.
To make sure she knows she’smine.
Her hand fumbles between us, urgent, and I hiss as she finds my zipper and drags it down. My jeans fall with a rough shimmy of my hips, and my cock springs free, heavy and ready. Shehitches her dress up, pulling her panties aside with a twist of her wrist, and I growl at the sight. It’s so goddamn sexy it makes my vision blur.
I pin her tighter to the wall, pressing the leaking tip of my cock to her slick heat.
We’re both breathing hard, like we’ve just run a marathon. The anticipation, the tension, it’s explosive.
“You ready for me, baby?” I rasp, my voice gravel.
Her eyes blaze as she nods. “Always.”
I thrust up hard, and we both moan. Mine is a deep grunt, hers a breathy, needy cry.
She’s hot, tight, and soaked for me.Fuck.
My cock’s buried to the hilt in one solid push, and I swear I feel the universe shift. She arches against the wall, back bowing, head falling as her pussy clenches around me like a vice.
“Oh my God,” she pants.
