“Do you think Zane knew?”
“No. No way.” I vehemently shook my head.
“Maybe we can help them get back together.” Alex searched my eyes.
“Alex, I think people have fucked with them enough.”
“You’re probably right. Anyway, I don’t mean for this to take over our night.” Alex clasped our fingers together more tightly.
“Yeah. Me either. I’m not looking forward to telling him, though.” I stroked her slim wrist with my thumb.
Watching the busy streets of the Gothic Quarter speed by, we sat silently snuggled together for the rest of the car ride. When the car stopped at the end of what looked a secret, private street, Alex led me through the sophisticated lobby to the elevator, where we rode up to the top floor. Lined with red, cream, and black plaid wallpaper, the hallway to Alex’s room was dark but luxurious. A lot more luxurious than the hotels we stayed at. Alex swiped her card key. Smiling when the lock clicked open, she lifted her lips and kissed me hungrily. My blood pumped when she yanked me by the shirt into her room.
Chapter 8
ALEX
When the door shut behind us, Jace carefully turned the deadbolt and pulled me flush against his muscled body. I could hardly believe he was here with me. When I came up with my disguise caper, initially I just planned to spy on the sexy drummer boy and see if I could figure out a way to pass on the information about Carter to Zane. Immediately, Zane was giving me vibes, which was weird. Luckily, all of that went out the window when Jace walked into the VIP area. So did my plans, the minute I saw him in his tan, linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of worn jeans. I wanted him in the worst way. So, I stared him down.
He noticed me immediately. When he approached, I panicked, and the next thing I knew I was talking in a bizarre accent. Luckily, he let me get away with it. Now, our hands were roaming everywhere on each other’s bodies, rubbing, gripping, clinging, trying to touch every part. We were kissing like we’d never kiss again. Backing me up against the cream, wainscoted wall, Jace hitched my leg high up under his strong arm and ground his pelvis against my core.
“Do you feel what you do to me, Poppy?” Jace nipped at my earlobe and gyrated his hard, throbbing shaft against me.
“Condom.” I gripped the sides of his face in my hands and leaned into him.
Jace arched his eyebrow, but without missing a beat released my leg and pulled out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. Unable to wait, I unbuckled his belt, unzipped and pulled off his pants. His heavy, thick cock was velvet and steel in my hand, his tip dripping with moisture. Eagerly I knelt down, determined to make another first happen for me with Jace.
Suckling his bulbous tip into my mouth, I swirled my tongue along his slit, tasting his saltiness. Jace’s fingers threaded into the synthetic hairs of my pink wig to hold me gently in place. I looked up at him, his ever-piercing green eyes locked with mine. He sighed heavily, watching my lips suckle his cock. Gripping the base with one hand, I kept eye contact while swiping my tongue along the length of his shaft to the root and back again.
“Alex, I’m too far gone. I’ll come in your mouth if you do that again.” Jace rasped before lifting me to standing position.
Using his thumbs to hook the spaghetti straps of my slip dress, Jace slid them gently off my shoulders and down my arms. The black dress floated to the ground in a puddle, leaving me naked aside from my sexy peek-a-boo boots. Gazing at my nipples, Jace suckled them both in succession while he inserted two fingers inside me, finding me dripping wet. Retrieving the condom from his wallet, he rolled it on his thick length, once again hitching my leg over his arm and backing me against the wall.
“I want to fuck you standing up.” Jace guided himself against my opening and then thrust into my pussy with a groan.
“God, yes!” I cried out.
Bracing one hand against the wall, Jace’s other strong arm held my leg up and to the side and drove into me over and over again with abandon. Feeling him pounding so deep inside me made me crazy with desire, and I threw my arms around his neck to hang on for the ride. When the leg I was still standing on shook after a while, Jace’s strong arm lifted it up under his other arm, leaving me impaled on him, but floating and weightless.
Grinning in full dimple mode, Jace tightened his grip under my thighs and carried me across the room to the bed, bouncing me up and down on his cock. He gently laid me on the clean, white linens. My legs hung off the edge of the bed. In the kerfuffle, he slipped out of me and I felt empty, but only for a second. Gripping both of my ankles, he bent my knees almost up to my armpits, stood between my legs, and then slowly pushed himself inside me again.
Looking down, I watched him rock in and out of me, his cut stomach muscles contracting with each pass. He seemed to be just as fascinated by the view of our bodies merging, and from his vantage point, I was pretty sure that nothing was left to his imagination. When he released his grip on my ankles, I held my legs in the same position with my own hands. Jace reached down and spread my pussy lips with his thumbs to expose and rub my clit while he circled his hips to drive deeper and deeper.
“You’re seriously the sexiest woman in the world,” Jace growled as he picked up the pace.
The endearment made me feel shy, and I threw my arm over my eyes. Undeterred, Jace placed a thumb, now coated with my juices, against my lips.
“Suck,” Jace whispered.
So, I did.
“Ah, Fuck. Alex, I can’t get deep enough.” Jace fully covered my body with his, both of our legs still hanging off the bed. Gnashing teeth, colliding limbs, we ground our bodies together desperately. He took both of my hands in his and raised them above my head and he suckled my neck and lips as we sought our release.
“I’m so close.” His hoarse voice was in my ear.
My body remained in motion, but I stiffened because although I felt like I was on the edge of an explosive orgasm, I needed something more and I wasn’t sure what to ask for. I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Hey, hey . . .” Sensing my discomfort, Jace slowed way down and cupped my cheek. “Relax, we aren’t in a hurry.”
“I . . . I . . . I don’t know what I need.” My bottom lip quivered. Jesus. I had to stuff down my sudden urge to cry.
“Shh. Baby. Shh. It’s okay.” Jace pulled out of me and guided me to my feet, threw back the linens, and gestured for me to sit on the bed.
“Jace, I don’t want to stop,” I said, feeling like a wreck sitting naked with the ridiculous boots still buckled all the way up my legs, my skewed pink wig, and makeup melting down my face.
“Oh, we’re not stopping. We’re taking a little break to get you more comfortable.” Jace said kindly before taking off the condom and tossing it in the trash. He then knelt at my feet and got to work on the buckles.
When he removed the torture boots, he rubbed both my feet and kissed each of my toes. He then sat next to me and smoothed my fake pink hair down, reached under and took out the pins holding it to my own hair, and tossed the wig to the ground.
“Better?” This was the most gorgeous, sweet, sexy man in the history of the world. Hands down.
“Better,” I whispered.
“Scoot over.” Jace motioned to me and we crawled into the big king-sized bed.
Jace rolled over on top of me and we made out again, this time slowly exploring each other’s lips and tongues. He nibbled my earlobes and neck and rubbed my clit with his thumb. His lips worked his way lower to my breasts. Feasting on my soft mounds and all around my nipples, he slipped two fingers inside my pussy and fluttered the rough pads against my sweet spot, unleashing a literal flood of wetness.
He peered at me through the veil of his dark-blond mane. “Mmm. Does that feel good?”
“So good.” I shut my eyes, feeling shy to look at him directly while his fingers were embedded so deep inside me.
Gone was my bravado. When I’d seduced Jace before we left, I had an excuse for my lack o
f skills. He seemed like the perfect guy to de-virginize me, then I’d be free to explore my sexuality all across Europe. What I hadn’t known was that he’d ruin all other men for me. I’d barely made out with anyone since I’d left Seattle because they still couldn’t compare. I was just as inexperienced now as I was the day that he left the note on my pillow. Suddenly, I worried that I would be a huge disappointment to my sexy drummer.
He didn’t seem to notice my distress. Jace’s face was rapturous when he pulled his fingers out of my opening and palmed my ass with both hands to lift me slightly. Stroking down the backs of my thighs, he splayed them under my hamstrings and opened my legs wide.
“Look at me, Alex,” Jace ordered quietly but firmly.
I did. His lashes were so dark it looked like he wore permanent eyeliner. The contrast with his light-green eyes was hypnotic and mesmerizing.
“Don’t ever be shy about what we do in bed,” he said, piercing me with his gaze.
“I’m not?” My denial sounded like a question.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want me to lick your pussy?” He didn’t break eye contact with me.
“Yes.” I choked, squirming because I was so aroused at the thought of his talented tongue down there.
“Yes, what?” He encouraged.
“I want you to lick me,” I whispered.
“Alex, I’m holding you wide open. Your pussy lips are puffy and glistening because you are so wet for me that you’re dripping. Your gorgeous clit is so hard it’s poking out at me. Beckoning me. I want to taste you so badly,” Jace rasped. “But I won’t do it until you ask.”
Gazing through my legs I saw this magnificent Viking god, his granite-hard cock flush against his stomach. For me. His expression was ravenous, like he was literally starving to go down on me. I had a choice—act like a scared, shy little girl or embrace the sexy, erotic woman who this man had woken up months ago. I mean, he was naked in my bed right now. What was I waiting for?
“Please, Jace. Lick my pussy.” I begged, and as the words spilled out my walls contracted strongly in a sudden shudder of release.
“God damn, I will.” Jace sucked in air and buried his entire face in my folds, sucking and licking me through my orgasm, which seemed to keep rolling as he feasted on every inch of me.
“Oh my gawd!” I moaned, both hands clutching at his hair. He was unrelenting. I was unable to stop bucking and writhing with pleasure against his talented lips.
“I can’t wait another minute.” Jace raised up on his forearms, rolled on another condom, and slammed his cock into my soaking core, setting off a new round of tremors. With my legs firmly held wide by my palms, Jace drove into me relentlessly, riding my release until his entire face contorted into a beautiful grimace and then slackened when he came so hard he slumped on top of me, spent.
Caressing his soft hair with both hands, I brought his lips to mine. We languidly tasted and nibbled at each other until our breathing returned to normal. Still inside me, Jace attempted to roll off. The thing is, I loved his full weight on top of me. Feeling full of him. I gripped his firm bottom to keep him where he was.
“Alex, wait. I better take care of this.” Jace braced himself on one hand and pulled out of me, circling the condom to keep it intact.
When he returned to bed, he tucked me against his chest and stroked my matted hair.
“You here in Barcelona is such a trip.” Jace kissed my head. “Thank you for surprising me, I didn’t expect this night to turn out so awesome.”
“I’m glad it worked out.” I traced the lines of his Viking tattoo.
“So . . . I’m assuming that there have been a few stinky hostel guys since you wanted me to use a condom?” Jace asked, not accusingly, mostly curious.
Propping myself up on my elbow, I gazed at him knowing that I’d never lie. “Nope, not so far. A few have auditioned, but none could have met a standard that would have compared to our night. So, I thought, ‘what’s the point?’”
“Alex—” Jace seemed surprised. He gulped and closed his eyes, as if regretful that he couldn’t claim the same thing.
“Dude! It’s okay, I know you’re living the rock star life.” I shrugged. “It doesn’t bother me, we’re friends. Really sexy friends.”
“We never . . . Let’s just say I thought you’d have broken hearts across Europe by now.” Jace snuggled me back down to him.
“I didn’t say I haven’t.” I laughed. “Turns out, that for me it’s not easy to be easy.”
“So, why did we need a condom?” Jace wrinkled his brow. “I loved being bareback with you in Seattle, it’s the only time I’ve ever done it.”
“Well, playboy, I wasn’t sure where your dick has been. Plus, I just finished a round of antibiotics for a sinus infection, so I didn’t want to have any surprises.” I booped his nose with my finger.
“Yeah, fair enough. I’m glad you’re being safe.” He booped me back. “The world doesn’t need any little Jace’s right now.”
“Well, at least not from me.” I hugged him close.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe in ten years.” Jace looked toward the ceiling, pretending to consider the possibility.
“Not this girl.” I used my thumbs to point at myself. “I don’t want kid babies, only animal babies.”
“Really?” His eyes went wide. “All my sisters do is talk about having babies, it drives me nuts.”
“Zoey used to be the same,” I agreed. “I just don’t have that maternal instinct.”
“Huh. I’ve never given it much thought.” Jace’s eyes glazed over.
“So . . . are you able to hang out tomorrow?” I decided to change the subject, it was a little weird for me to talk about children with the sexy drummer.
“Yep, I have the whole day and night to myself.”
“Excellent, then we can be tourists.” I clapped my hands. “But it’s nearly 4 a.m., should we get some sleep?”
We woke wrapped around each other at noon, went at each other like rabbits, showered, and found ourselves hand-in-hand exploring the stone buildings of the Gothic quarter by mid-afternoon. I wore cutoffs, a white tank, and my Frye boots. Jace borrowed a pair of my boy short underwear since he didn’t have a change of clothes, which made me giggle to myself just thinking about it. They were so tight, they couldn’t have been comfortable. He bought a Barcelona T-shirt, board shorts, and ball cap from one of the tourist shops, and no one recognized us as we caught up on the past ten months while we admired street art, strolled through the shops and stopped for tapas.
It was the most fun I’d had since being in Europe.
“To a fun day!” Jace clinked his glass of cava with mine.
We were sitting in a little alleyway just off of Las Ramblas, the main tourist street in Barcelona, strings of lights crisscrossed above us from building to building. Leaning back in his chair on the patio, Jace grinned at me. He looked gorgeous and also silly in his tourist gear, but it had done the trick. No one was the wiser that the drummer of the most up-and-coming band in the world was in their midst.
“A really fun day,” I agreed and took a sip of the sparkling wine as the waiter brought our tapas.
“How long will you work at the horse rescue?” Jace chewed on a delicate slice of Iberian ham. “God, this is delicious!”
“Probably until New York,” I mumbled through a mouthful of scrumptious crusty bread topped with spicy tomato spread.
“Will you be home for Christmas?”
“Yeah. I’m going to spend time with mom because next year I’m thinking that I’ll go to Australia, maybe even travel throughout Asia.” I explained. “You?”
“Doesn’t look likely.” Jace’s face crumpled a bit. “I mean, I hope so, but our schedule seems to expand every time I get an update. We’re booked through next June right now, and management wants us to release new music ASAP, so there’s added pressure.”
I grabbed his hand and squeezed, settling into the fact that we wer
e really and truly good friends now. This gorgeous, seemingly unattainable sex god was someone whom I cared about, I got him. It felt good that he could talk to me about everything.
“Jace picked up a piece of bread and fixed his gaze on me. “What are you smiling about?”
“I was such a babbling idiot around you last year.” I rolled my eyes. “I was just thinking that I’m so glad that we’re such good friends. Today has been awesome.”
“Oh, jeez. Are you friend-zoning me now?”
“Yes, but I’m sexy-friend-zoning you, remember?”
Jace’s eyes were hooded and he looked down at his plate. We were silent for a minute until he looked back up again.
“I didn’t realize how much I needed a day like today,” he confessed.
I was stunned. “What do you mean? You’ve been traveling the world with your band. I’m just happy that I knew you before you were so famous.”
“It’s actually a pretty solitary life. All of those trite songs bands write about being on the road are true.” He leaned back in his chair. “Zane and I have been partying. But Connor is with Jen, and Ty has been a reclusive, sad clown.”
“Are you complaining, rock star?” I cocked an eyebrow, not exactly feeling sorry for him.
Jace sucked his lips in and then pushed them out. “No, no. It’s really fun. I’m just saying there are a lot of people around us, more now than ever. Everyone wants something from us, but aside from the guys and our crew, no one really cares about us.”
“Apparently, lots of pretty girls care.”
Jace furrowed his brow. “Do you want me to apologize, Alex? Is there something we need to discuss?”
Weirdly, the way he said it felt a little like he stabbed me, which was confusing. It wasn’t like I wouldn’t have hooked up with a guy. Jace and I didn’t have any type of commitment. I was picky, maybe I was hoping Jace would be picky too.
“I’m not shaming you, Jace. You are free to do whatever you want and whoever you want.” I sat back in my chair and hoped I sounded sincere. “Just like I am.”
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