If he meant something, then they sure as hell wouldn’t laugh about it.
"You know you can do better than him, right?" Mach asked, a sly twinkle in his eye.
She looked him over from top to bottom, her perusal intentionally obvious. "I definitely do know that."
Chapter Twenty
MACH
Was this reality?Because it felt like a dream. A dream that kept going and had him believing his life might actually be changing. It’d only been a week, not long at all. But the way he felt about Darla was different. They had fun, they had sex, they lived without worry—no responsibilities, no stress, just them.
Since Darla arrived in his life, everything had gotten brighter. Almost too bright. The quiet was quieter, the loud was louder.
She was life amplified, and he’d stopped being scared of that and worried it’d disappear. Darla was reality and she wasn’t going anywhere.
Except, maybe she was?Lately, Latergot bumped up to tomorrow and then things would change. He would have to work long hours in the studio with the guys and she’d be going back to her quiet life in Denver, saving lives.
Darla emerged from the bedroom they’d been sharing at Courtney’s old place and tucked her cell in her purse.
"Done?" he asked.
"Yup, all good and I gave the green light." She nodded as she spoke since she seemed to have gotten used to being tabloid fodder. "Courtney thinks this will actually help things along. Feed the beast a little more dinner." She laughed a light laugh.
Not that they hadn’t been feeding the media machine for all these days with their impromptu outings—they totally had.
Today was simply the day that Darla fielded calls from national news outlets. All because she’d told a rock star she wasn’t interested. And then they ended up on this adventure together, anyway. Apparently, one of the national news outlets planned to run a touchy-feely piece at the end of their broadcast about Mach and Darla and their whirlwind experience after they swiped right on Nocturnal Cupid. The focus was going to be on Darla watching from the sidelines as Mach played with Strummer on the corner of Hollywood Boulevard.
He and the guys had to hit the studio later to prep forLately, Laterand try out a few new songs for the upcoming album, so Courtney and Irina were taking Darla out to have a little fun.
"What are you and the girls up to today?" Mach asked, lounging on the sofa waiting for her to finish up with the inventory of her purse before they took off. She did this every time she left the apartment because she might be willing to "roll with whatever" but she’d only do it if she had breath mints and her license.
"We have zero plans except to have an amazing time," she said with a smile as she sauntered to him. She straddled his legs and kissed him like she owned his mouth. He let her and things heated beyond normal living room levels.
"Your mouth is misbehaving," he said, already pulling her T-shirt from the waistband of her jeans, reaching underneath, and yanking one of the cups of her bra down so he had better access to her breast.
He traced his finger over her nipple until she gasped.
"We have to go soon," she said, but she leaned into his palm and then her mouth was on his again.
"We don’thaveto go," he said against her mouth, because there was always the choice to stay home and spend the day inside her.
She rubbed her core against his already hard dick, practically riding him until they were both turned on, even though there were layers of clothes between them.
Fuck, he was either going to get a rug burn from the friction or he was going to come.
The frenzy of their spark was poised and ready to take over.
"I’ll be quick," she said, her hand already underneath them to undo the buckle of his pants.
"Gorgeous," he said as he trailed his finger along her jaw. Then he lifted his hips and helped pull off his jeans because there was no way in hell he’d tell her no. She got them down to his thighs and then dropped to her knees. She grabbed the shaft of his erection, and pulled it through the fly of his boxers like it was her own personal lollipop and she was starving for a treat.
Except he was the one getting the treat as she ran her tongue up his shaft and covered the head with her mouth. She traced her tongue along the ridge at the front in the sensitive place that drove him wild. He groaned, dropped his hands to her hair.
She gave him everything, and figured out all the small things that made him crazy and drove him wild. He rode her mouth, and this was bliss.
He wanted to tell her this was so much more than her sucking him off. She’d started to crack the cement walls around his heart, and in those moments when he started to freak the fuck out, she was there to remind him everything would be fine.
But all he said was, "Gorgeous."
