He stood quickly so he could shuck his pants. His cock bobbed against his belly, the tip red and swollen, weeping. His sac nestled in brown curls that led to toned thighs and up to his taut abdomen. God, he was gorgeous.
He grabbed his wallet and pulled out a condom. I didn’t have to ask why he had one—his father had handed him a box the first night of the tour.
Nash wanted me. And I wanted him—yes, physically, but just as much, I wanted his words, his heart, the happiness in his eyes. So I spread my legs, my heart pounding.
This was it. Nash and I were going to do this. Be together.
He opened the foil packet and rolled the condom on, the tip of his tongue pressing through his teeth as he concentrated. He settled at my side, his fingers finding my center, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over my clit.
“I want to make this good for you,” he said.
I placed my hand on his cheek, loving the feel of his skin against mine. “And I want it to be good for you.”
He smiled, no doubt liking my breathy voice. “It will be because it’s you, Aya.”
My heart melted and pounded all at once. This boy—how he made me feel.
He kept up his gentle ministrations until my thighs tensed and my body bowed. The orgasm hit me hard, leaving me breathless.
He kissed me softly, his gaze never leaving my face. “Good?”
I nodded, suddenly shy. Nash rolled over, settling between my thighs, nudging at my slick center.
“You okay with this?” he asked.
I tugged him closer, my arms wrapped tightly around his back. “Yes.”
He was my love. I would never consider sex with anyone but Nash.
He was careful, watchful, as he pushed himself into my body. I bit my lip at the pinch of discomfort, but it passed as he bent his head to kiss me again. He thrust his tongue into my mouth as he pressed his cock into my body. I loved both. I loved being filled with him. I bucked my hips, wanting more. He pulled back, then pressed in.
“Oh…”
At my soft moan, he flexed his hips again, hitting a spot inside me that caused my nerve endings to blossom with pleasure.
I gripped the back of his head as I leaned up and kissed him. He caught a rhythm on the next stroke and pumped in and out. I spiraled up, seeking that pinnacle, striving for that beautiful release. His hips bucked as he cried out my name, and then he sagged against me. I lay still, breathing hard. After a moment, he pressed forward, into me again, and I arched against him.
He kissed my neck as he rubbed my clit with small, tight circles, sending more pleasure bursting through me. I cried out, quaking as those beautiful spasms built in my belly and cascaded through my limbs, leaving me limp.
After he’d dealt with the condom, he snuggled me close, his arm around my waist, my cheek on his chest.
“We’re going to make this work, Aya. I know it. Because I need you as much as I need the music.”
Even then, I knew he was lying—to himself and to me. But that didn’t stop me from snuggling closer to his chest and holding on to him with all my strength.
20
Nash
I glanced up at the small sound, pulling off my headphones, a smile growing as Aya stood in the open doorway to my hotel room. I’d been unable to pick her up from her summer camp, so I hadn’t known when, exactly, I’d get to see her.
I rushed forward and pulled her into my arms. “I thought you were going to call me when you were home from your program.”
She wrapped her arms around me. “I missed you too much to wait another day.”
“Welcome to Denver,” I said with a laugh.
She smiled. “Have you seen anything other than the hotel room?”
“Nope.” I rolled my eyes. “Tour life.”
She nuzzled into my chest, where happy bubbles exploded. I settled my hand at the base of her neck, fingers tangled in her thick hair. She tipped her head back, and I lowered my mouth. I’d missed kissing Aya. The soft brush of her mouth against mine, her subtle shift closer, the parting of her lips as she opened for me—I’d experienced it before, but electricity still jolted down my spine and more fizziness blossomed in my chest.
I delved in deeper, needing her. She tilted her head, granting me more access.
“Well, I guess you two are glad to see each other.” Cam’s amused voice drifted across the room.
I lifted my head, arms still wrapped around my girl. “Yeah. I’m ecstatic.”
He smiled, wider and brighter than I’d seen before. “Good. Glad to have you back with us, Aya. And Steve will be here in ten minutes.”
Cam winked before ambling off.
“Cam knew you were coming,” I said, shuffling back enough so I could see her face.
She nodded. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“The best.”
She rose on her tiptoes and kissed me again. I moaned as her tongue brushed against mine. I yanked my head back and stared down at her, breathing hard. “Steve’ll be here soon.” That sounded more like a groan than words, but I didn’t want to stop.
I also wouldn’t embarrass Aya. No way would I have Steve see any part of her beautiful, sleek body, but I needed her naked. I needed to be inside her.
Her cool fingers touched my cheek, slipped down to the corner of my mouth. They trembled slightly, so I turned and kissed them.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come.”
“You most definitely should have.”
“But now we’re both…” She blushed but held my gaze.
I leaned forward, inhaling her soft scent. “I’m going to get you alone, to myself, soon,” I murmured before I nipped her ear. She yelped just as the suite door slammed shut.
“Hey, Nash, Cam said he wants to leave for the stadium in an hour.” Steve stopped in the doorway. He smiled as he took in Aya. I did, too. She wore a long sundress that left her shoulders bare. Low-heeled sandals showed off her bright green toenails. They matched the leaves in her floral-print dress. Her long hair was loose, waving over her shoulders and down her back.
Her makeup was light, soft, natural, and most of her lip gloss had rubbed off—on my mouth no doubt. I smiled, satisfaction blooming at the plump pinkness of her lips. She was so beautiful.
“Good to see you, Aya. How was MIT?”
A faint shudder rippled down from her shoulders. “Okay. I’m glad to be finished.”
Steve nodded.
I grabbed her hand and tugged her toward my bed. “Why just okay? What didn’t you tell me? Was that girl mean again?”
“We’re leaving in an hour,” Steve reminded me. “Want something sent up before we have to go?”
I looked at Aya, who shook her head. There’d be plenty to eat at the stadium, all part of the standard contract, so I shook my head, too.
“Tell me everything,” I said.
She dropped her gaze to her hands, which were now clasped in her lap. “I missed you, “ she blurted.
“I missed you, too,” I said. I lay down on the unmade bed and pulled her to my chest. She snuggled close.
“No, I mean I really missed you. And, yeah, Li was a problem, but I dealt with it.”
She caught me up on the camp, and I filled her in on our more recent shows. “I’ve been trying to write a few songs for the album Asher wants me to make.”