Ryan smirked. “Like I said, I don’t kiss and tell.” He slid from the booth, ignoring their muttered curses as he strode behind the curtain. Each of the bunks was screened, the heavy material the only privacy.
“Try to keep it down.” Mason called from the television area, his face alight from the glow of the screen. “Some of us don’t want to be scarred for life.”
“Some of us never have the choice when traveling with you.”
“Retaliation is beneath you,” Mason drawled. “You’re better than that.”
Better and more concerned about his bedpartner’s reputation.
He didn’t even think Leah would be up for more than a massive cock tease. Not that he’d complain. He was happy to abide by her professional boundaries. He wouldn’t even protest if she wanted him sleeping in a different bunk as long as he got a few minutes one on one.
He flung back the screen to the bottom bunk, his train of thought flying away with the gesture.
Hot damn.
She was lying on her side in nothing but a black lace bra and panties, her hair cascading over a pillow clutched to her chest. She was beautiful. All perfect, creamy skin and curves he wanted to sink his teeth into. She was nothing short of the most mesmerizing sight he’d ever seen. And he didn’t want to ruin it. He didn’t want to climb in beside her and strip this moment from his life.
“How long do you plan on staring?” she whispered.
He gripped the bunk above, holding tight to the wood in an effort to focus. His dick was surging, the throb down south not even close to the pound in his chest. “As long as you let me.” He crouched beside the bunk, sinking to eye level. “Knowing you’re like this, for me, doesn’t give me an incentive to rush.”
She raised a brow. “Knowing your bandmates are mere feet away, listening, should encourage you to move faster.”
“Point taken.” He crawled onto the single mattress, hovering near the edge so he didn’t crowd her. “You’re beyond beautiful, Leah.” He savored the sight of her, from the hair strewn across her shoulders, to the curve of her cleavage, the smooth waist, to her delicious thighs.
“You make me feel beautiful. And it’s not your words that convince me. It’s your eyes.” The tender column of her neck convulsed with a swallow. “You make the world disappear when you look at me.”
“That’s because you are my world. You’re everything.” He raised his hand, letting his finger trail the same path his gaze had taken—hair, cleavage, waist, thighs. Goosebumps erupted over her skin, making all the creamy flesh pebble beneath his touch.
“I want to believe that.”
“What’s stopping you?”
Her slender shoulder budged with a tiny shrug. “There are a lot of things vying for your attention at the moment.”
“And you’re the only one I want to focus on.” He leaned in, nipped her shoulder, and closed his eyes at her fast intake of breath before he lightly sucked the sting away. “Do you forgive me for flipping out earlier?”
“Mmm.” She nodded, her hands finding his shoulders. “But it can’t happen again.”
He wouldn’t make any promises. Not where Mason was concerned. “I’ll make it up to you on our days off.” He nuzzled her neck, her chin. “I have big plans to steal your clothes and hold you hostage in my hotel room.”
Her muscles tensed. It wouldn’t have been a noticeable reaction if he wasn’t right on top of her, breathing her in, feeling every movement. “What is it?” He pulled back and released his tight hold on hope when he found her cringing.
“I can’t spend the days off with you.”
He inched further back, a little destroyed, a little humiliated.
“I need to go to New York with the rest of the guys.”
“When did you decide this?”
Her fingers crept toward his beard, the tentative stroke leading along his jaw. “Two seconds ago.”
He frowned, unsure what he’d done in the last breath to make her break their plans.
“I want to go back and tell my boss I’m in love with you.” She swallowed again, deep and audible. “I’m going to beg to have my contract changed.”
His smile was involuntary, along with the surge of affection pulsing through him from head to toe. “I’m not…” He shook his head, clearing the fuzz. “I’m not sure I heard you right. What did you say?”
Her cheeks darkened again, her blush returning to do unfathomable things to his self-esteem.
“I love you, Ryan.” Her grin was bashful. “And I want to sort out the problems with my boss as soon as possible. I want to get it out of the way, then focus on doing the same with Felicity, so we can finally be together. Properly.”
“Damn,” he whispered. Damn, damn, damn. He’d been right weeks ago. He knew all his problems would dissolve if he was with her. He’d known, yet he never fully contemplated how freeing it would feel to have her love.
“What?” She chuckled. “You didn’t think I was in love with you?”
“I’d hoped… I’d dreamed.” He kissed her, a brief press of lips. “But no, I never thought I’d be lucky enough to hear those words.”
“It’s not luck.” She closed her eyes, her words drifting into his mouth. “It’s fate.”
“You believe in all that?”
“I do now.” She crept into him, deepening the kiss. First, it was the increased pressure of their lips, then it was their tongues. She nudged into him, their pelvises aligning, the hard length of his cock rubbing against smooth warmth as he teetered on the edge of the bunk.
Her fingernails trailed down his back, to his waist, then the elastic of his sweatpants. Her gaze met his as she tugged, wordlessly demanding him to undress.
“You sure you want to do this here?”
“This isn’t the time for chivalry, Ryan.” She smashed her mouth over his, her tongue parting his lips and delving deep. “Get your clothes off.”
He couldn’t remove them fast enough. He was wriggling, flexing, contorting, trying to get naked without elbowing her in the face. His sweatpants were around his knees when her palm grazed along the underwear covering his cock. He hissed in a breath, jerked, and felt himself tumbling backward, sliding beneath the curtain, his ass landing hard on the bus aisle before he could brace for impact.
Fuck. That shit hurt.
He climbed to his knees, and laughter carried over the blood pulsing in his ears. Loud, belly-shaking, masculine laughter.
“Have you got a license to carry that thing?” Mason spoke between gasps.
“Shit.” Sean chuckled. “Be careful impaling her with that. You don’t want to puncture a lung.”
They were staring at the tent of his boxer briefs, not an ounce of remorse.
“Fuck you.” He shot them the bird and shucked his sweats, leaving them on the floor of the aisle. He nudged back underneath the curtain and found Leah’s face buried in the pillow, her body convulsing with mirth.
“Don’t you start.” He poked her ribs, unable to stop himself from chuckling even though his ass felt like he’d spent a week in prison.
She rolled to her side, her amusement coming in gulping hiccups. Yeah, she was laughing at him, but he’d never been more enamored. He’d never been more in love with her than he was right now, her body half-naked, her cheeks flushed, her smile wide.
“You need to laugh more often.” He brushed the hair from the side of her face. “I want to make you laugh more often.”
“You’re doing a great job.” She wrapped her hand around his neck and encouraged him forward. “Now kiss me before we call this quits.”
Quits? Hell, no. “I gave you the opportunity to decline my services earlier.” He smothered his body against hers, leaning her into the side wall of the bus, grinding his cock against the soft lace of her underwear. “No take backs.”
She smiled against his mouth and nibbled his lower lip. “That was before you gave away what we were doing.”
“Don’t kid yourself, gorgeous. The
y knew what we were going to be doing before you even stepped foot on this bus.”
“Yeah?” She quirked a brow. “And what if I said no?”
“It never would’ve happened.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I don’t have an abundance of confidence with a lot of things, but your eyes tell me exactly how much you want me.”
She arched her neck with a chuckle. “So your eyes speak of affection and mine scream with lust?”
“Pretty much.” He pebbled kisses along her throat, to her shoulder, to her collarbone. Each connection increased her breathing and the depth of her nails digging into his skin. “I can already taste how wet you are.” He ran his hand along her waist, over her hip to trail beneath her panties. Her musk scented the air, her desire seeping into his lungs, causing insanity.
He palmed her ass, then delved deeper, sliding his touch between her thighs from behind. Her heat increased the further he came toward her core, his fingertips being scorched as they trailed through the moisture of her folds. “You claim you could’ve turned me down. But I bet I could make you beg.”
She mewled as he entered her, a lone finger sliding into her pussy. Her walls clamped down on his digit, her hips thrusting for more.
“Prove me wrong, Leah.” His mouth closed in on hers. “Say no to me.”
She shuddered, her nails scarring his shoulders.
“Come on. Say no.”
She growled, fucking growled, as he pushed another finger into her heat. He didn’t think she realized how loud she was. At least not until Mason cursed and the volume of the movie doubled.
“Don’t taunt me,” she demanded. “Not unless you want to learn that I can fight back.”
“Not taunting, my love.” He couldn’t contain a smirk. There was no way she was denying him. No way in hell. “Merely trying to prove to myself that you do want me.”
“You know I do.” She shuddered with the next undulation of his fingers.
“I know now.” He stared at her, at the way her teeth embedded in her lower lip and the lust-drunk sweep of her lashes. “But when we’re not together I need to fight against doubt.”
She paused, lucidity sinking back into her eyes. “Are you serious?”
He nodded. “You’re too good to be true, Leah. I can barely believe it when I’m with you, let alone when we’re apart.”
She jerked her hips, making his fingers withdraw from her heat. “Then I need to try harder to convince you.”
With his body still against hers, she wiggled out of her panties, then shoved his shoulder down on the mattress as she straddled him. She was crouched forward, the back of her head against the roof of the bunk, her sweet scented hair dangling in his face as she removed her bra.
“Fuck.”
She glared. “I’ve warned you about swearing.”
“Then stop doing shit to make me fucking crazy.” He smirked, then held his breath as she descended, her body contorting like a pretzel as she came face to face with his crotch.
“Fuck.” His pulse was a staccato beat. “Fuck.” His balls were drawn tight. “Fuck.” His shaft was throbbing. He could already feel her mouth on him, could already imagine how warm and wet she would be.
She peered up at him, the determination in her eyes rendering him immobile as she yanked his boxer briefs to mid-thigh. “Ready?”
He shook his head. He was not fucking ready. He was too hard, too hot, too fucking insane with the need for her mouth that he thought he might blow in anticipation.
She chuckled, the bursts of breath brushing his cock in a teasing caress. “Too bad.” Her tongue came out, moistening her lips before swiping the head of his shaft.
He hissed. His hips bucked. And his throat was so dry he thought he’d die from the pain of it.
She turned her gaze to his dick, her attention moving from the pre-cum beading his slit, to his shaft and back again. “What do you like?”
“You…” He swallowed over razorblades. “I like you.”
She chuckled again. “Maybe you’ll like me even more in a minute.”
Her tongue flicked the moisture from the head of his cock, once, twice. He had to clutch the sheet to fight the need to thrust. She was teasing the life from him, making his heart pulse so damn fast he wondered if it’d soon stop entirely.
He begged her with his eyes, begged more than his words ever could. “Oh, god, Leah. Please don’t fuck with me.”
“OK.” She engulfed his length, her moist lips sucking him deep, blowing his entire mind with one simple movement.
He jerked into her and closed his eyes in an attempt to gain control. She worked him, up and down, over and over, pushing him to the brink. Little moans escaped her lips, the vibrations tormenting his shaft and thrumming through his bloodstream.
Blissful heaven.
Restrained hell.
When her fingers teased his balls, he knew he was in trouble. He was close. Too damn close. Too damn soon.
“Get your ass up here,” he growled, and cursed inwardly when he opened his eyes to peer down at her. When he’d first seen her in his bunk, she’d been the epitome of beauty. Now she was the goddess of sexuality with her lips ruby red, her cheeks flushed, and her hair partially covering her phenomenal breasts.
She released his cock with a pop and licked her lips. “Why?”
“Because I said.”
She quirked a brow but began crawling up his body.
“No.” He shook his head. “Just your ass. I want my mouth between those thighs.”
Her lips parted, her shock evident. Then she was complying, maneuvering ninety degrees to straddle him backward so her pretty pussy was in his face. He didn’t wait for her to get comfortable. He clutched her thighs and yanked her cunt down to his mouth, sinking his tongue deep.
She cried out and relaxed into him, letting him taste his fill as her lips sank back over his cock.
The volume of the movie increased, the boom, boom, boom of an action scene so loud it vibrated the walls. He didn’t care. He gave no fucks about his friends overhearing. He gave no fucks about being caught. The only fucks he gave were about Leah and making her come before he lost control.
The taste of her was playing havoc with his senses. The scent of soap and the musk of her arousal making him mindless. He sucked on her clit, sucked as hard as she was sucking his cock and then some. Her taste was all through his mouth, her juices coating his tongue. He couldn’t get enough. Never could. Never would.
He wove one of his arms further around her thigh, his thumb reaching for the clit piercing he both loved and despised. He flicked the jewelry, let his touch grind over it, again and again until she was bucking his face, his beard likely leaving a rash against her delicate skin.
Her palms pressed against his legs, spreading them wide as the sound of her suction battled over the garbled television.
“Ryan…” She was panting against his shaft. “Don’t. Stop.”
“Wait…” He tried to pull from her, otherwise he’d lose himself in her mouth, but she wouldn’t allow it. She took him deep, her tongue working frantically along his length, her fingers walking over his sack to the sensitive area before his ass. So close. So close.
She whimpered and her entire body went taut with release—arms, legs, lips. The grip of her mouth was so tight as she mewled that he couldn’t stop himself from following after her. His orgasm surged. Pulse after pulse coating the back of her throat. So much pleasure he couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t breathe through the taste of her.
He continued lapping her pussy, flicking her clit, repaying the gift of ecstasy. They descended together, the strokes of his tongue growing languid as she lessened the friction on his cock and relaxed on top of him.
Yet, he still wanted more. He continued to taste her. Slower. Gentle. Deliberate. He learned her folds, inside and out, lapping top to bottom. She wiggled and he held her thighs tight, her pussy still over his face.
“Ryan…” She
groaned with another wiggle. “Let me go.”
Never. Not now. Not ever. But he released his hold, ignoring the hollow ache in his chest as her evaporating heat left him cold. She climbed over him, turning awkwardly so they were face to face before collapsing into her previous position against the wall.
He hadn’t done that before. Hadn’t lost himself in a woman’s mouth. Julie never wanted to do it and he never asked her to. It wasn’t a big deal. He knew his opinion of Leah shouldn’t change because of what just happened. Nope. Not at all. But it had. He was more enamored, more hypnotized, more in need of…more.
He kicked off the boxer briefs hovering at his knees and pulled her into his chest. “Come here.” He gripped her hips, dragged her on top of him, then over to the other side of the mattress closest to the curtain. “I don’t want to suffocate you in the corner.”
“Thank you.” Her eyes were dreamy, equal parts sex-drugged and sleep deprivation.
“You tired?”
“I am now.” She smiled and nuzzled into his chest like an exhausted kitten. “Tired and content.”
He pulled her close, resting his chin against the top of her head as he closed his eyes. “I love seeing you like this.”
“Naked? I’m not surprised.”
“No, seeing you relaxed.” He chuckled. “And with your guard down.”
She nodded. “It’s nice to be able to feel that way with someone. Being vulnerable has its advantages.”
“You’re not vulnerable with me.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ve told you I’d never hurt you.”
“I know.”
There was something hidden in her reply. An underlying fragility he didn’t want to pinpoint. Her confidence in him would take time, and he wasn’t going to push her. He had her love. He had her affection and her lust, too. Even though he hated hiding what they shared from the rest of the world, being the only one to know how she felt was enough for now.
“Hey, Mace?” he called over the drone of the television. “Can you quit the noise?”
The volume decreased along with the vibrations of the walls. “You two done?”
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