I crash my mouth against his, hoping to calm him down. To ground him. Because he’s spinning out of control. However, before long, my kiss is overpowered by his.
And his kiss is all-consuming. Like a raging, turbulent ocean you have no control over.
Every swipe of his tongue is a thrashing, every sharp nip of his teeth a jostle, and every touch a gravitational pull.
But the sun can’t be volatile like the ocean…otherwise the universe becomes a dark, cold, and lonely place.
The sun needs to be in control…because the entire world revolves around it.
I pull back. “When you’re spiraling, you hold on to an anchor.”
Gripping my waist, he tries to kiss me again, but I turn away, which only enrages him. “What the fuck, Lennon?”
Pushing him so he’s lying on his back again, I climb on top of him. “I got you.”
I kiss his neck and walk my fingers down his torso until I reach the large bulge in his boxers.
Caressing his erection through the soft cotton, I slither down his body, stopping to lick and suck every inch of skin I come across.
He groans when I slip my hand inside the waistband and grip him. “I want to fuck you.”
Tugging his boxers down, I stroke him from root to tip. “I want to suck you.” I press an openmouthed kiss to the wide head that’s slick with precum. “So much.”
Situating myself between his parted thighs, I gently circle the head of his dick with my tongue, tasting the salty liquid. “Is this for me?”
“You know it is.” The tendons in his throat flex with restraint, like me taking control is torture for him. “Stop fucking around, Groupie.”
It comes out like a warning. One I ignore.
Batting my eyelashes, I smile coyly, goading him. “What would you like me to do with this nice cock of yours?”
I was planning on drawing out the teasing, but he wraps my ponytail around his fist. “Give me your fucking mouth.”
The second my lips part, he shoves his crown inside. “Lick it.”
Wanting to drive him crazy, I teasingly lap at his tip like it’s a melting ice cream cone.
Cursing, he reaches down and squeezes a handful of my ass. “Lick all of it.”
Gripping his base, I drag the flat of my tongue up and down his thick shaft, savoring him.
He pulls my hair tighter. “Suck it.”
My mouth aches as it stretches, and I take him as far down as I possibly can. However, it’s not enough because he wants more.
Yanking my hair so hard my scalp stings, he slides in deeper, causing my gag reflex to kick in.
“That’s it,” he grunts as saliva drips from my chin onto his balls. “Let me fuck that sexy mouth.”
I’m in no position to protest—not that I would—when he raises his hips and starts thrusting so hard my jaw aches.
Cupping his sac, I relax my mouth as he clamps down on the back of my neck, holding me steady while he continuously pumps.
A feral sound tears out of him and he juts into my face, tightening his hold. “Swallow.” That’s the only warning I get before warm liquid fills my mouth. “Every fucking drop.”
I willingly do. Because the sight of Phoenix’s hooded eyes, clenched face, and mouth parted in pleasure while he’s staring at me like I’m the hottest thing he’s ever seen is everything.
A tremble goes through him when I release him and lick up the fluid that trickled out of my mouth and onto his balls. “Fuck.”
I yelp when he hauls me up and wraps his arms around me, clutching me to his chest. “Thanks. I needed that.”
I lightly trace the scar on his abdomen with my fingertip. I’m making a mental note to ask him about it at a later time when he rasps, “Ruptured spleen from the accident. I lost a little over three liters of blood.”
Holy crap. “Jesus.”
“Apparently, I coded in the ambulance. I don’t remember shit, but Storm does. He said it was the second scariest moment of his life and he never prayed harder.” A vitriolic laugh leaves him. “Too fucking bad. Maybe then I would have died.”
My heart plummets before compressing against my rib cage. Knowing he truly wishes he didn’t survive physically hurts.
“I was relieved when I heard you lived.” My eyelids grow heavy as the rhythm of his pulse lulls me to sleep. “You’re still here for a reason. And I hope like hell you figure out what that reason is before it’s too late…because the world can’t shine without Phoenix Walker.”
He sucks in a sharp breath.
“Quinn was right,” he murmurs into my hair. “I’m lucky to have you.”
A knot of alarm twists my insides.
Phoenix and I have a mountain of history. Awful. Messy. Painful history.
A few weeks of great sex and a couple of nice moments like these don’t erase our past.
“Only for the next three weeks and five days,” I remind him and me.
However, when I glance up, he’s already fast asleep.
Being careful not to wake him, I slip out of his arms and curl up on the opposite side of the bed.
I’m dozing off when I hear him whisper, “I know.”
CHAPTER 50
LENNON
Quinn’s eyes are as big as saucers when Phoenix leads her backstage. “Holy crap. I can’t believe my big brother is a rock star.”
Phoenix grins before his expression turns somber. “I can’t believe I have a little sister.”
“Whoa,” Quinn exclaims. “Don’t look so sad. The important thing is that we found each other, right?”
They share a smile, but the moment is short lived because Chandler—who’s walking alongside me—mutters, “Are those DNA results back yet?”
Skylar—who’s on the other side of me—sighs. “The test was done this morning. I’m having it expedited, but it’s still going to take some time.”
That only deepens his glower. “Let’s just hope we get them back before the rascal convinces him to buy her a castle and a pony.”
Halting her steps, Quinn spins around to face him. “Castles and ponies are basic bitch shit. And for the record? The only thing I want from my brother is for him to be a part of my life, you anal pore.”
Quinn’s managed to do the impossible, because for once, Chandler’s speechless.
Behind me, Storm and Memphis chuckle.
“That’s one way to call someone an asshole,” Memphis states.
“Yes,” Chandler muses. “Who knew the vagrant could be classy.”
Phoenix’s lips twitch. “I’ll give you five bucks every time you insult Chandler and put him in his place today.”
Quinn’s face lights up and she gives him a fist bump. “Deal.”
Something tells me Phoenix’s wallet will be empty by midnight.
“Goodie,” Chandler mutters under his breath. “At least now the little convict has some goals and ambitions.”
Quinn’s big green eyes narrow into tiny slits. “I have plenty of goals and ambitions, you colon polyp.”
Phoenix hands her a crisp five-dollar bill. “Like what?”
She starts ticking things off with her fingers. “Well, for starters, I’d like to get my own apartment. I’d also like to get my driver’s license and start a foundation dedicated to rescuing animals. And then, of course, there’s my dream career…”