Fireball (Cheap Thrills #1)(25)

When I felt her starting to shift and realized that her soft pussy was pressed up against my now very noticeable erection, I lifted my head and looked down at her. “Thank you,” I whispered, relieved to have all the pandemonium that’d been going around in my head silenced. “I haven’t been able to get my mind to settle over the last couple of days, and you’ve done it for me in minutes.”

Eyes wide, she thought about what I’d just told her. “Has it been that bad?”

Nodding, I raised my hand to move some of the clumps of hair off her face, my eyes not leaving hers. “Yeah, it’s been busy. I’m used to it, but my brain can never switch off from it all, and it’s exhausting.”

I knew she wanted to ask for details, but the sensible part of her knew that I wouldn’t be able to discuss a lot of it with her, so she didn’t. Instead, she gave me a small smile and then her eyes dropped to my tattoos. Well, some of them.

“These are all so well done. It’s like they’re portraits instead of tattoos,” she noted, her finger stroking over the one on my right bicep. “It’s unusual to have roses under it, but I love the amount of details that you can see in them, and they match the one I’ve got.” To prove it, she held her arm with the roses on it next to mine.

Turning my neck at that degree was awkward and not comfortable at all, but I did and looked between hers and my own. “They really are.”

“Did Ellis do yours? I’ve always wanted to get color ones done on my thigh, but I haven’t had the chance to ever do it. My mom’s birthstone is the ruby, so I’d want them to be that color. Hey, what’s this on your ribs?” She flicked from talking about roses to another one of my tattoos faster than I could blink, and it took me a long second and her finger running over the ribs in question for me to figure out what she meant.

“It’s the lyrics from the song Estranged by Guns N’ Roses. The fourth verse to be precise.”

Her eyes flicked from mine to the tattoo. “Why that song and verse?”

Moving us forward, I leaned her back against the side of the pool, freeing both of my hands. I needed to feel more of her while I told her the meaning of it. “When I was five, it was my mom’s favorite song. She would listen to it all the time, or if it came on MTV, she’d turn the volume up and call me through.” I smiled at the memory, picturing her face whenever it happened. “I can tell you what happens in the music video from start to finish,” I chuckled shaking my head.

“I saw an interview with the band recently where they discussed making it,” Tabby said quietly, both arms lifting so that her hands were around the back of my neck. The position brought us even closer, and I could feel her hard nipples stabbing my chest through her bikini.

This was not a bad position to be in at all.

I’d seen the documentary too, and it blew my mind that such a cool video had come about in that way. Apparently Axel Rose hadn’t enjoyed swimming with the dolphins, so he’d jumped out of the water pretty damn quick leaving his shoe sinking to the floor of the tank which ended up being the final shot in the movie. The little things you know, but Mom would have loved knowing that about it.

“Anyway, after she died of an aneurysm, it was kind of all I had left of her, so I’d listen to the song on repeat and even learned to play it on the guitar. It just made me feel closer to her. When I got old enough, I picked the verse that applied to her the most, and got it put on my side so I’d always have her with me – like your peacock tattoo.” I nodded at her arm, refusing to move my hands off her body where they were softly skimming up and down her sides.

She was quiet as she craned her head so that she was looking at the tattoo which was under the water. With only the lights from her porch, I doubted she could make out the words, but it gave me a moment to take in the slim long line of her neck, which led down to her tits – two perfect handful sized globes. Seeing faint tan lines, I gave in and leaned down to kiss one softly.

“I remember the verse,” she whispered, and I realized her silence had been her running through the lyrics in her head. “He changes the rhythm of the song and how he sings during it, and it’s about being alone and losing everything.” Her head lifted so she could make eye contact with me. “I hate that you had to go through that, but I love that you have something that’s only hers.”

Those words did it. All of them said in such a heartfelt way from someone who understood what it was to need something like that to help you deal with the loss of someone you loved. I swear that one sentence was going to change me for life.

I held her eyes a beat longer, my hand moving up to gently grab a fistful of hair, before I slowly leaned it and took her mouth. I don’t know if I expected her to hit me, scream at me, or what, but instead she melted into me and parted her lips to allow me access. Those words had touched me in a way I didn’t even know words could, and I poured all of that into the kiss to let her know that.

It quickly got out of hand with me using my grip on her hair to angle her head more to the side, allowing me deeper access to her mouth and also making her tilt her pelvis more toward me so I could grind into her. Leaving her mouth, I kissed and nipped down her neck until I got to where the water began on her chest, cutting me off from where I was headed. Before she could say anything, I lifted her with my left hand until her tits were in my face, while at the same time using my right hand to pull the top of her bikini down, and sucked her nipple between my lips. I could feel her shaking slightly as I sucked harder, flicking the hard point with the tip of my tongue.