It felt fucking good. Incredible.
It felt like life used to feel. Like who I used to be, who I was becoming before I fell for Josh and my life took a different path than the one I thought I wanted.
It made me wonder about that girl. Was she here now, sitting in Jesse Mayes’ lap?
He withdrew his hand from my skirt and leaned over to talk to Jude, then got up and took my hand.
He led me out back, to an alley behind the club. Jude accompanied us to the door, but didn’t follow us outside. No one was around. It was quiet, just some distant traffic noise and the muffled thud of the club as we walked into the shadows.
I glanced back, a little alarmed that Jude wasn’t coming with us. “Um… what if someone tries to mug us?”
“Then I’ll kill them.”
“Well, shit.” I did a little skip-step in my new pink studded Valentinos. “That’s good. Because I really wanna keep these shoes.”
He pressed my back up against the wall. “Good. Because I really wanna do you in those shoes.” Then he got down on his knees in front of me.
I took a shaky breath as he pushed my skirt up over my hips. I widened my stance, trying not to fall over in my four-inch heels. “Fuck,” he said, yanking my little white panties down my thighs. He skimmed his fingertip over my clit. “You, Katie Bloom, are every fucking wet dream I had when I was a kid.”
Then he ate me out. I gasped into my hand to keep from making too much noise. I teetered in my high heels and he pressed me against the wall. He licked and sucked at my clit until I was dripping, aching, kind of wishing he would fuck me right here, but I didn’t know if he had a condom.
While he feasted on me, he undid his jeans, took his cock out, and jacked himself off. And oh, God… it was way too fucking much. I could see him working his cock in his hand, his rings glinting in the shadows. His breaths got faster the more I squirmed with arousal. He moaned and I felt the vibrations in my clit. I came suddenly on his tongue, clutching his hair in fistfuls and gasping into the dark while he sucked on me.
Afterward he stood up in front of me, his hard length still in his fist.
“Didn’t do much for you?” I teased, breathless, glancing down at his cock. He hadn’t come yet.
He held my face with his other hand and kissed me hungrily. “This is what you do to me,” he said. Then he groaned against my neck as he came, jerking himself on my pussy.
After we’d caught our breath, I rubbed his come into my skin like some kind of luxury lotion, because I really didn’t know what else to do with it. He grinned and kissed me. Then I licked my fingers, because they were sticky, and again, because I didn’t know what else to do. Also, because they tasted like Jesse. His pupils dilated as he watched me do it and he bit his lip. “Fuck, Katie,” he said, then he kissed me again, deep.
“I really should’ve saved it, to sell it on eBay,” I said, when we finally stopped making out again.
“Huh?”
I fixed my panties and raised an eyebrow at him as I smoothed my skirt. “The essence of Jesse Mayes. Would’ve made us a pretty penny.”
He shook his head at me, but laughed. “You are one twisted bitch, Katie Bloom.”
I grinned at that.
He pulled me roughly against him, kissing me again. “How do you feel?” he mumbled against my lips.
“Dirty,” I said as he wrapped me in his arms.
Free, I should have said.
◊◊◊
It was many days later, somewhere on the road to Nashville, that the tour bus pulled off the highway at a truck stop and I took a wander, alone with my phone.
“I’m crazy, right?” I asked my best friend.
As soon as I had Devi on the line, I’d filled her in on the state of things as vaguely as I could—Devi didn’t needeverydirty detail, as much as she might want them—while still making it clear I’d lost my mind.
Because the night before, Jesse and I had barely slept. Instead, we’d fucked for hours on end without any condom. I was on the pill, and he’d shown me the blood work he’d conveniently had done at the beginning of the tour, “Just in case,” with a big shit-eating grin on his face. For my part, no one had touched me in the last two years; anyway, I’d taken every test ever invented, three times over, when I found out Josh had ricocheted into the bed of one of my best friends after our almost-wedding—because who knew who or what he might’ve been doing even sooner than that. Jesse and I had discussed it in a mature fashion, then gone at it like monkeys. Skin to skin.
So the glove, and all bets, were officially off.
