salary or are you trying to get a raise?” she asked teasingly.
“I think you already gave me a raise,” I said, my voice thickening once again with desire.
She laughed, shaking her head, her black hair shimmering around her face making me want her even more.
I knew this whole game was useless. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back from tearing her clothes off and devouring every inch of her, but I needed to at least resist as long as I could, at least until Crazy Jack was out of our lives. The last thing I needed to do was face him naked, with a wet, raging cock that I couldn’t keep in my pants.
I knew he was coming. And I needed to be prepared.
Unfortunately, my swollen cock didn’t seem to understand what was required of this particular situation.
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I watched the three of them leave the next morning. They looked so happy, it was absolutely sinful. I had no doubt she had fucked them both, probably all night and more than once. She had frolicked naked with them, letting them touch her, their rough, filthy hands scraping over her perfect skin. How could she let them near her?
Didn’t she know she was better than that? I shuddered to think of them defiling her, the things they had done to her. I bet they used her like a toy. She probably let them call her names, and pull her hair, and push themselves into her flawless body.
Well, almost flawless. The dirt would wash off.
I would wash the dirt off. No, I would scrub it off, as hard as I could until her skin was pink and shiny and new again. Untouched, virgin skin.
My skin.
When I finally had her, once she was finally clean, she would be new again, she would be fresh, she would be innocent. Clean. Nothing less would do.
No matter what it took, how much scrubbing, whatever bleaches or cleansers I needed…I wouldn’t stop until all traces of her sins were gone.
She would be my angel then. She would be all mine.
The vibration in my pocket made me jump in my seat just as Jett and the two vile creatures she was with looked my way. Quickly, I looked down, and fished my phone out of my pocket. By the time I looked up, they were out of sight and the tour bus door was closing behind them.
“Yeah?” I answered, irritated to have drawn any attention to myself.
“Portland. The Nines Hotel.”
“Got it,” I said, disconnecting the call. I stood up and collected my things, heading out to my car. I had a long drive ahead of me.
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Kissing Colt was exactly how I had imagined it to be. Colt pulling away, citing professional reasons? That was not how I imagined the kiss to end. In my fantasies, the kiss never ended, and we withered away in some far away bed, secluded from all other humans, making love until we starved to death, because we couldn’t find the will to untangle ourselves from each other long enough to find nourishment.
It wasn’t like that, though. And with the help of the contents of the whiskey bottle, and a few moments alone in the shower with my fingers, I was able to let it go. For now. Spending time with Colt was a lesson in patience, and the chemistry between us threatened to explode at any moment. If only he would let it. I didn’t give a shit about being professional. I did give a shit about my safety, but now that we had Jesse, I didn’t see any reason why Colt couldn’t protect and devour my body all at the same time.
He had other plans, apparently. Plans I didn’t agree with. Or, maybe it was my plans that he didn’t agree with. Either way.
What the fuck did he expect? He was fucking smoldering, his body a sculpted masterpiece of flesh and muscles, and those fucking eyes of his seemed to have a direct line right to my clit, because all he had to do was make eye contact, and I was squirming in my leather pants and buzzing with frustration.
And he knew it, too.
All day he teased me. Quick touches to
“I think you already gave me a raise,” I said, my voice thickening once again with desire.
She laughed, shaking her head, her black hair shimmering around her face making me want her even more.
I knew this whole game was useless. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back from tearing her clothes off and devouring every inch of her, but I needed to at least resist as long as I could, at least until Crazy Jack was out of our lives. The last thing I needed to do was face him naked, with a wet, raging cock that I couldn’t keep in my pants.
I knew he was coming. And I needed to be prepared.
Unfortunately, my swollen cock didn’t seem to understand what was required of this particular situation.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
I watched the three of them leave the next morning. They looked so happy, it was absolutely sinful. I had no doubt she had fucked them both, probably all night and more than once. She had frolicked naked with them, letting them touch her, their rough, filthy hands scraping over her perfect skin. How could she let them near her?
Didn’t she know she was better than that? I shuddered to think of them defiling her, the things they had done to her. I bet they used her like a toy. She probably let them call her names, and pull her hair, and push themselves into her flawless body.
Well, almost flawless. The dirt would wash off.
I would wash the dirt off. No, I would scrub it off, as hard as I could until her skin was pink and shiny and new again. Untouched, virgin skin.
My skin.
When I finally had her, once she was finally clean, she would be new again, she would be fresh, she would be innocent. Clean. Nothing less would do.
No matter what it took, how much scrubbing, whatever bleaches or cleansers I needed…I wouldn’t stop until all traces of her sins were gone.
She would be my angel then. She would be all mine.
The vibration in my pocket made me jump in my seat just as Jett and the two vile creatures she was with looked my way. Quickly, I looked down, and fished my phone out of my pocket. By the time I looked up, they were out of sight and the tour bus door was closing behind them.
“Yeah?” I answered, irritated to have drawn any attention to myself.
“Portland. The Nines Hotel.”
“Got it,” I said, disconnecting the call. I stood up and collected my things, heading out to my car. I had a long drive ahead of me.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
Kissing Colt was exactly how I had imagined it to be. Colt pulling away, citing professional reasons? That was not how I imagined the kiss to end. In my fantasies, the kiss never ended, and we withered away in some far away bed, secluded from all other humans, making love until we starved to death, because we couldn’t find the will to untangle ourselves from each other long enough to find nourishment.
It wasn’t like that, though. And with the help of the contents of the whiskey bottle, and a few moments alone in the shower with my fingers, I was able to let it go. For now. Spending time with Colt was a lesson in patience, and the chemistry between us threatened to explode at any moment. If only he would let it. I didn’t give a shit about being professional. I did give a shit about my safety, but now that we had Jesse, I didn’t see any reason why Colt couldn’t protect and devour my body all at the same time.
He had other plans, apparently. Plans I didn’t agree with. Or, maybe it was my plans that he didn’t agree with. Either way.
What the fuck did he expect? He was fucking smoldering, his body a sculpted masterpiece of flesh and muscles, and those fucking eyes of his seemed to have a direct line right to my clit, because all he had to do was make eye contact, and I was squirming in my leather pants and buzzing with frustration.
And he knew it, too.
All day he teased me. Quick touches to
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