I glanced at the notifications on my phone as I walked down the hallway with Bee. I’d known Steph would be apoplectic about the interview, and rightfully so. She was probably going to fire me. She was definitely going to yell at me. But I didn’t feel any fear or anxiety as I darkened the phone and watched Bee open the door to her room.
I was exactly where I was supposed to be right now.
“Mama Pam’s melatonin should have kicked in by now,” Bee whispered as we slipped into her dark bedroom and closed the door.
After ringing in the New Year with us, Bee’s moms had promptly turned into pumpkins and disappeared into their bedroom, and then I’d taken a quick shower to wash off the feeling of sitting in a van for two days. Which meant that this was the first time we’d been alone since that night in the church when I’d found her wearing that incredible wedding dress.
Thinking of it now had me straining underneath the towel wrapped around my waist, and Bee managed to turn her laugh into a semiquiet snort when I yanked her into a hug and she felt my erection against her belly.
“You can’t be hard already,” she whispered.
I walked her backward to her bed, tugging off the towel as she sat down. “It’s not my fault,” I told her, pulling at the slouchy, off-the-shoulder sweater she was wearing until she was in nothing but pajama shorts and a cute pink bra. “I haven’t had time to catch up on my favorite ClosedDoors account lately.”
“It’s just been recycling old content anyway,” she said, working greedy hands up my naked thighs. “For the holidays. But perhaps I could interest you in a private session?”
I climbed onto the bed on my knees, straddling her lap. Her hands slid around my hips and then I felt a curious fingertip press against the sensitive flesh between my cheeks. With a groan, I spread my knees farther apart and nosed her sweet-smelling hair while I unhooked the clasps of her bra.
“Keep doing that and I’m not going to last long enough for a private session,” I said as she toyed with my entrance, probing and pushing. I wanted her to finger me there so badly, but I was already having to clench my stomach to keep from erupting as it was.
“We might have to arrange a standing appointment,” she said. “If you recall, I have a suitcase of sex things we haven’t even touched.”
I took off her bra and then pushed her back on the bed so I could pull off her pajama shorts and panties. Once she was naked too, I crawled over her and slanted my lips over hers, licking deep into her mouth until she was arching up into me. I reached down and pushed my hand between her legs, finding her slick and warm.
“I can’t believe you had the nerve to tease me about being ready to go when you’re this wet,” I said, moving my mouth to nibble on her neck.
“Oh, you like it,” she shot back, her hand curling around my aching length and squeezing. “There’s condoms in my purse.”
“None in your end table?”
“This is my childhood bedroom, Nolan. Believe it or not, I don’t usually bring people all the way back here to Texas to bump uglies.”
I found a condom in the small inner pocket of her purse andtook a minute to look around her room, wanting to take in everything about her, details of all the versions of her that had led to the perfection currently splayed across her bed in a feast of curves and tousled hair.
“Nolan Kowalczk,” she said impatiently. “You’ll have time to look at my old yearbooks and shit later—”
“Are those posters of me?” I asked as I flicked on the dresser lamp to get a better look. Sure enough, there were INK posters going all the way up the wall and even onto the ceiling. My own face stared back at me from at least thirty different posters, magazine cutouts, and several fan-art prints. Some of them included Isaac and Kallum, but many of them were just me. In cringy clothes and even cringier poses.
But despite the cringiness, I couldn’t help the smug swell of pride in my chest. Bee had an entire room covered in me! It was hard not to strut a little. “You still have all these on your walls?”
“Some of them are really high up,” she sniffed. “I didn’t want to get a ladder out. Are you coming back here or what?”
I gave her my cockiest smirk as I sauntered back to the bed. “You know what I think,” I purred, tossing the condom on the duvet and kneeling between her legs. “I think that you liked looking at me. Even when you were mad at me.”
She scoffed. “More like I enjoyed looking at your embarrassing clothing choices and thinking about my own fashion superiority.”
“Hmm,” I said. “Well, in that case, I should probably turn off the light while I go down on you, because I know you’d hate to be looking up at these posters while I’ve got my tonguein your pussy. It would be a real shame if you finally got to have all your teenage fantasies come true.”
She gave me the fierce glare of someone who knew their bluff had been called. “You better not turn off that lamp.”
“That’s what I thought,” I said, and then settled on my stomach between her legs, grinning up at her with my hair flopping over my forehead, mimicking the expression of the poster tacked directly above my head.
“Stop it.” She laughed. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Shh, you don’t want your mothers to hear, do you? We don’t want them to know that my tour bus broke down outside and you’re giving me a place to stay for the night.”
“You’re ridiculous.” She laughed again, but her laugh broke into a groan the moment I ran my tongue up her seam. “But keep going.”
“And how will I ever repay your generosity?” I murmured as I searched out her clit and gave it a lingering suck. “I have an idea, but you can’t tell Isaac and Kallum. They’ll want to join in, and I want you all to myself.”
