My mark!
She whimpers louder.
So I answer with harder, deeper thrusts, losing myself completely in her.
Her body trembles.
I know she’s close.
I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit and circling with firm pressure.
It doesn’t take long and she shatters. A cry rips from her throat as she clamps down on me, pulsing through her orgasm. I thrust up one more time, my own release tearing through me with a violent rush. My body locks, my mind blanks, and everything bursts.
Effa collapses against me, our kisses softening, our breath ragged.
We slowly come down, tangled in each other.
She leans in and kisses me, sweet and slow this time, while I smooth my hands up her back, her fingers finding their way into my hair.
Her eyes glimmer as she smiles down at me. “Well, I think the rafters are my new favorite part of the stage.”
I chuckle, pulling her in tighter and kissing the tip of her nose. “You’re one hell of a woman.”
She tilts her head. “And you are fucking gorgeous. Not just because you’re sexy as hell and I love that dirty mouth, but because you trusted me with Kiera. I know how hard that was.”
“I didn’t expect the Facebook thing,” I admit. “But I’m glad it happened. And I know she would’ve lost her shit over your friend request. Probably called everyone she knows.”
Effa giggles. “I’m happy if I made her day even slightly better.” Her lips curl into a wicked smile. “Wanna go use the bathroom shower with me?”
“I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do.”
She climbs off me, pulling her leggings back on. I button my jeans, giving her one last appreciative glance before checking the ground below.
Everything looks normal—crew moving around, heads down, doing exactly what they are supposed to be doing.
But then something in the shadows shifts.
My eyes narrow.
There he fucking is…
Jett.
Standing half in shadow, just far enough to go unnoticed—exceptI see him.
Watching.
His face is blank, but his eyes… they’re cold and hard.
He saw everything.
And the chill that runs through me says he’s not going to let this go.
Effa ismine.
And I’ll make damn sure he understands that.
One way or another.
