“Yes, I am.”
“Good. I’m clean. I had to get tested before signing with the Skulls, and I’m always safe.”
He slapped his hand on a condom packet he must have put on the bed, tore it open, and rolled it on while I watched. Gripping my thighs, he spread me open and moved between my legs.
I moaned as he swept his thumb over me. My clit felt too tight, my body too tenuous to contain the powerful cravings his caresses unleashed.
“You’re so wet. So beautiful.” Finding my opening, he positioned his cock and entered me. Not slowly but masterfully, in one bold stroke that stole my breath.
“You feel so good,” I told him and moaned.
“You feel wonderful.” He stared into my eyes, watching me as he began to move, and his movement, where we were joined became everything.
I slid my fingers over his skin, the width of his shoulders, the length of his spine. When I reached the taut curve of his perfect ass, I squeezed hard as he drove into me.
His voice raspy, he said, “Lotus, so good.”
“I’m going to come.” Panting, I lifted my hips, straining for it.
“Then come.”
He drove into me harder, faster. Passion rose, hot and wild. My climax hovering just out of reach, I gripped his ass tighter. He slammed his cock into me deeper, synergy and mastery in his powerful thrust.
I dug my heels into the mattress, taking all he had to give, stroke after hammering stroke. It was so good. He was so good.
Waiting for him, wanting to come together, I went high and higher still. Until he drove deep one final time, stiffened, and groaned. I flew then.
Clinging to him, I let go of everything, all I’d previously known. He chanted my name, looking at me like I was a revelation, his revelation.
Journey and me together, this was the closeness, the harmony with a man that I’d always wanted.
Lotus
When I stepped out of the tiny bathroom wearing only a towel, Journey was waiting for me. His brown eyes warm, he cupped my cheek and brushed his thumb across my skin. A shiver rolled through me at the memory of what we’d done.
I’d thought that afterward the connection wouldn’t be as strong, but I was wrong. It was stronger.
“That feels really good,” I said, my voice husky. “When you touch me like that.”
“I’ll do that and more when I get back. I’ll be in and out of the shower quick,” he said firmly, his expression serious. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Okay,” I said softly, wandering farther into the room after checking out his naked ass. It was as divine as the rest of him. The only part of him not tatted was the area his boxers covered.
I stepped over the ones he’d discarded and snagged his black muscle tee from the floor. Shrugging it on, I brought the collar to my nose and inhaled deeply. My nipples hardened, and my clit swelled. It smelled like him. I glanced at the closed bathroom door, hearing the water come on.
I wanted him again. I think he wanted me again too. Surely, that was why he wanted me to stay.
Smiling softly and curious, I scanned the room, noting things I hadn’t before.
A stack of music sheets and a steno pad with masculine scrawl were on his nightstand. An acoustic guitar rested in a stand in the corner, and a couple of guitar cases beside it were covered in colorful stickers that reminded me of his tattoos. Another surfboard in a protective bag leaned in the corner.
The furniture was sparse, a small table with two chairs by a sliding glass door with vertical plastic blinds, and another chair by the door that had a black leather jacket thrown over it. The only other item in the room was the bed.
My cheeks warmed as I looked at the bed, remembering what had happened in it. The sheets were white but rumpled from our activity. No coverlet.
There was a notable lack of color throughout the space. No pictures or photos on the walls. No mementos. No hints at the personality of the man who lived here except for the guitars, the surfboard, the plants, and the man himself.
“The apartment came furnished.”
I turned toward the sound of his voice, his rich baritone giving the space personality it had lacked, filling me with renewed heat.
“It’s nicer than you let on.” I swallowed. Hard.
Journey stood in an arc of light from the lone fixture on the ceiling, wearing only a white towel. A damp curl had fallen over one eye. The pirate comparison surfaced again in my mind, or maybe a Greek warrior, his toga gathered at his trim waist.
His brown hair glistened with droplets from his shower. It was mostly brown, except for a few lighter sun-streaked strands the color of honey. His broad shoulders capped his chiseled physique. His tats were a kaleidoscope of color that I imagined told as many stories as the stickers on his guitar.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, his voice deeper as he came closer, holding the towel. But even with it closed, his cock tented the front.
“Like what?” Electricity crackling the air, I licked my dry lips. I wanted to lick, taste, and explore every inch of him. I wanted to trace each tat, and I wanted him to tell me the stories behind all of them.
No, Lotus. I curled my fingers into fists, reminding myself that getting to know him wasn’t what this was. But the reminder didn’t remove the desire.
“Like you want what I want. Us back in that bed, repeating what we just did.”
“I do want that,” I said honestly, my eyes locked with his.
“In a minute.” He placed his hands on my shoulders. “We need to talk first. I have something I need to tell you. Something I probably should have told you before.”
That sounded ominous.
“What?” I asked as a cell rang. My cell.
Shit. I’d forgotten to check in with Sophia.
I dropped to my knees, opened my bag, and withdrew my phone, not wasting time glancing at the caller ID. I stood, typed in my passcode quickly and put my cell to my ear. “I’m sorry, Soph—”
“It’s not Sophia,” a familiar deep voice boomed.
“Oh.” My eyes widened.
His gaze narrowing, Journey moved toward me. For the first time, I took a step back, away from him.
“Saber,” I whispered into my cell, dropping my gaze and feeling guilty, although I had no real reason to feel that way. “It’s late. What do you want? Is everything okay?”
“I know very well how late it is.” He sounded really pissed. “And no, everything is not okay. Where the hell are you?”
Shit. “Where are you?” I asked, my heart beating so fast, I could barely think over the pounding in my ears.
“Your hotel, looking for you. I ran into Sophia in the lobby. It took some doing, but she admitted you’re not in your room.”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you.” My spine snapped straight. “You shouldn’t have put her on the spot.”
My breath caught, and I looked up. Journey was staring at me, but he no longer looked concerned. He looked as pissed as Saber sounded.
“We broke up,” I said weakly into my phone, but wanting both men to hear me.
“We were on a break!” he shouted.
I winced, pulling my cell away from my ear.
“We were not on a break,” I said after returning my cell to my ear. I turned my back to Journey, but it didn’t help. I could feel his eyes on me, cold like an arctic blast.