pet her clit, and that intimate piercing of hers.
Ginny squeezed her thighs tight around him. ‘You know I’ve come about a dozen times already?’
‘How about coming about a dozen times more?’
‘I’m not sure that’s possible.’
‘I reckon it is. Relax, let me see to it.’
She did as instructed, closing her eyes while he tormented her little bud. It wasn’t long before she was sliding and rubbing against him and making all sorts of moans, in addition to raising his interest.
What he really liked about her, he decided, was that she was so forthright. She didn’t pretend. If something felt good she said so. She was prepared to fight her ground too, not just allow him to cow her because he was a mighty rock star. Most of all, he appreciated that she wasn’t all take, take, take. She gave too. Hence she wasn’t lying still and letting him bring her off. She was subtly working her magic on him. He was hard again without even noticing how it had happened. What was odd was that he didn’t feel an urgent need to put it somewhere. Normally it took him so long to come that the moment he was up he was looking for a way to make things happen. This time he had already enjoyed two fantastic orgasms, and that urgency simply didn’t exist.
Ginny came hard against his fingers, making mewling noises deep in her throat that did crazy things to his normally iron-clad heart. Damn, he wasn’t sure one night was going to be enough, and he never, ever, knowingly went with a girl twice.
Don’t do this, he counselled himself. Don’t let yourself get caught. It’ll work out the same as before. You’ll end up being hurt when she tells you, no hard feelings, but she prefers your mate. It happened all the time; women would offer to entertain him for the night, and then give him no more than an hour of two of company before they informed him that actually they were after Xane or Spook, or, worse still, a route into the party scene and some free drugs.
They were always disappointed over the latter. Black Halo’s stage act might be inspired by the 1970s rock scene, but their off-stage antics were nothing like. Alcohol flowed post-show, but drugs didn’t feature. They were hard-working, mostly clean-living hard rockers. They collapsed into their bunks on the tour bus post-show and beat one another up playing online shooters, rather than disappearing into a drug-crazed, destructive haze.
‘If you keep thinking that hard, you’ll burst something,’ Ginny remarked. ‘Are you stewing over what’s happening with the band again? You said yourself it’s not worth thinking about until tomorrow.’
No, he was leaving that to Spook and Rock Giant, whose voices drifted through from the bedroom. He shook his head.
‘About me? Us?’ She cocked an eyebrow.
‘I don’t do relationships,’ he snapped defensively, the response almost hardwired into him. At the opposite extreme to the women who were after him as a means to his friends were the ones who thought getting past first base with him meant he was about to offer them a wedding ring.
‘That’s good, nor do I.’
Oh shit! You idiot! She might have sounded flighty, but he knew he’d irked her from the tiny creases that formed around her eyes. He couldn’t quite make himself retract the statement, though. Yes, she was something special, and she seemed to have him worked out, and yes, he could imagine spending time with her. A lot of happy times … but he wasn’t ready to risk jumping into anything serious, no matter how epic the sex was.
Ash shook his head, trying to remove the fog from his brain that was starting to cloud up his mind with pink fluffy delirium. Next thing he’d be talking about love and dating, and that was plain ridiculous. Just because the woman knew how to make him come didn’t mean he wanted to marry her.
Then again, where was the harm in offering her his phone number? He enjoyed her company. She didn’t strike him as the type to post it
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