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“Condom…” he panted, “… bathroom.”
Then he slipped himself out of me, flopped off the bed and stumbled to the bathroom to clean up.
And I lay there just feeling kind of stunned. Because oh my God.Thatwas sex?
Uh-uh. I’d had sex. Lots of sex. With Josh. And it was never like that.
What the fuck was this mandoingto me?
He’d just made me come,repeatedly, while sucking me and fingering me and fucking me, and I’d done pretty much nothing in return… except come all over him.
I lay there on my back, staring at the ceiling as the bus rolled along, swaying and bumping gently over the road, just trying to get my breathing under control.
It had all happened sofast.
My pulse pounded in my temples like my skull was about to explode. My clit throbbed. I wasstillfucking horny.
I kinda felt bad that he only got to have one orgasm.
He came back from the bathroom and tossed himself on the bed beside me, still breathing heavy. He lay there looking at me for a moment, then reached over and skimmed a finger down my throat, pausing briefly to feel my racing pulse. Then he dragged his fingertip down to one nipple and circled it. I twitched as the nipple peaked, ticklish in my overly-sensitized state. His eyes darkened dangerously.
Then he moved on down the bed. He spread my thighs and leaned in to go down on me again.
Oh, God…
Someone banged on the door, which made the entire doorframe shake. Jesse’s mouth hovered an inch from my clit.
“Jesse! Jesse and Katie! Get your naked asses out here and have a shot with us.”
It was a drunken Raf.
“It’s my motherfucking birthday motherfuckers!” chimed in Pepper.
Jesse grinned at me. I grinned back. “The man has a point,” he said. Then he feathered a fingertip over my clit.
“Uh-huh,” I whispered, squirming at his touch.
“So what do you say we go get you that drink?” He gave my throbbing pussy a slow, thorough lick, making me groan, then his dark, hooded eyes met mine. “Then we’ll come back here so I can fuck you some more.”
CHAPTER 23
KATIE
I woke to the tune ofFoxy Lady. At least I thought that’s what it was.
I cracked one eye open to find Jesse sitting next to me on the bed playing one of his acoustic guitars. His tattooed forearm was in my line of sight, the whole mattress rocking to the rhythm of his ardent strumming. My gaze traveled down to the bare thigh the guitar was resting on.
My other eye popped open. He was naked. Like buck-ass naked. When he sang the first line of the song, I recognized the lyrics. DefinitelyFoxy Lady.
The bus was rolling along, faint morning light leaking in around the blinds. And Jesse’s sexy, slightly raspy morning voice made every tiny hair on my body stand on end.
Wow.
His gaze met mine and he kept singing. I just lay there and enjoyed, snuggled in under the covers. After a while I closed my eyes, because listening to Jesse Mayes play an intimate serenade, in bed with me, was just as beautiful as watching him do it. Though some of the lyrics made me giggle.
When the song started to fade out, I opened my eyes and struggled to sit up. “What’s going on?” I croaked, my voice rough from too many nights in concert venues and bars, and too many shots of bourbon with the guys late last night, after Jesse and I had mad, rabid sex… and before we did it again.
And again.
