Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(103)
We moved together with forceful determination. I didn’t need foreplay, I didn’t need teasing. I just needed him. I was all too aware of the creaking sound we were making, the unnatural rapidness of our breath, the seductive sound of skin on skin. There would be no way to deny what we were doing, if someone did happen to wake up. I didn’t care anymore though—the look on Kellan’s face, the fire raging at our point of connection—that was all I let fill my mind.
As the coiling in my body started to reach an apex, I moved my fingers away from Kellan’s mouth and clamped my lips over his. Kellan’s hand came up to the back of my neck, securely holding me in place. We whimpered between our fierce kisses. Just as I was sure I couldn’t take anymore, I felt the glory of my release as I crashed over the edge. Kellan stiffened below me, and I knew he was feeling his own climax. I loved that we were experiencing it together. My body shook as I quietly contained the explosion shivering through me in waves. Kellan squirmed underneath me, his eyes squeezing closed as he contained his. Somehow, the self-imposed silence made the moment even more intense.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. I slumped in his arms as he let out a long, steady exhale. I listened for the telltale sound of movement as our breaths evened, but I didn’t hear anything, thank God.
I cuddled with Kellan for as long as I could, but my body was fully awake now and I needed to use the facilities. I looked around for my pants before remembering that they had fallen into the aisle. Awesome. Carefully scooting over Kellan, who took the opportunity to tickle my sides—not helping my bladder at all—I peeked my head out of our curtain. Since we were on the bottom of the stack, my pants hadn’t fallen too far. As I reached out for them, I noticed that the curtain was pulled back on the cubby directly across from me. Deacon was partially sitting up, reading a book with a soft night-light.
All of the blood drained from my face as he glanced over at me retrieving the bottom half of my pajamas. Thankfully, I was still wearing the top half. Now I remembered exactly why I didn’t go to bed naked. As I stared in horror, Deacon lifted his hand in a small wave. It was too dark for me to know for sure if he was embarrassed or not, but his smile was appropriately sheepish.
I opened and shut my mouth like a guppy that had been yanked out of its fishbowl. What do I say? Should I apologize? Should he? What was the proper etiquette in this situation? What would Miss Manners do? As I was floundering for something to ease the awkwardness, Deacon reached up and removed a small speaker from his ear; his long, dark hair had been hiding them from my sight. The tinny sound of loud rock music drifted over to me as he whispered, “Did you say something?”
I instantly relaxed. He hadn’t heard anything. But Deacon wasn’t an idiot. He’d seen my pants falling to the floor, and he was staring at me picking them back up. He knew. And I really didn’t know how long he’d been awake, reading and listening to music. We may have stirred him from sleep, and he may have turned on his music to tune us out once he realized what we were engaged in right next to him. At least he was polite. If Griffin were across the aisle from us, he probably would have grabbed his cell phone and started recording.
Clutching my pants, I quickly shook my head and darted back into the solace of my Kellan-filled cubby. When I buried my head in his chest, Kellan asked, “Problem?”
I peeked up at him. “I really miss our room.”
Kellan gave me a lopsided grin. “We’ll start getting our own room at the hotel when we can.”
I took what comfort from that as I could; brief moments of privacy were better than none at all. Dressing hastily, I accidently kneed my love in the privates, making him scrunch in pain. He glared at me as he clutched himself. “Sorry,” I whispered, kissing his cheek.
“Definitely getting our own room,” he muttered, closing his eyes.
Feeling bad and amused, I quickly left Kellan and made my way to the back of the bus to use the bathroom. I purposely kept my eyes on the tiny LED lights in the floor. I didn’t want to see any other open cubbies. Ignorance was bliss.
By early afternoon, we were pulling into Charlotte, North Carolina; the concert tonight was at Time Warner Cable Arena. Anna was using my laptop to surf the Internet as everyone on the bus relaxed in the lounge section. Kellan and Evan were playing poker on one side of the room with Deacon and the bassist from Holeshot, David. Thankfully, Deacon hadn’t said a word to me about our awkward exchange this morning. Matt was having a quiet conversation on his cell phone, most likely with Rachel. The other Holeshot band member, the drummer, Ray, was playing Guitar Hero with Griffin. Griffin was winning hands down. Like I had been for the past hour, I was impatiently waiting for Anna to finish with my computer so I could write a paragraph or two before the show. Every time I’d asked for it back, she’d given me the “just a minute” finger. She was visiting a parenting website, though, so I didn’t push her too hard. I could go back to my old-fashioned notebook for a little while longer.
Looking up at the thick, dreary clouds hanging low in the North Carolina sky, Anna pouted and murmured, “I miss Florida.”
After Atlanta, we’d spent some time in the Sunshine State. Miami was a big hit with my sister; even bursting at the seams pregnant, she’d had a good time. She’d been delighted that she could sunbathe in the middle of autumn, and was even up for some club-hopping after the boys’ show. I reminded her that she was due in a couple of weeks, so maybe bumping and grinding at a night club wasn’t the best idea. The band’s concerts were loud enough, no need for baby Maximus to be born deaf by dancing the night away in bass-thumping nightclubs. Anna had scoffed at me, but with a big yawn had finally conceded. She’d gone on to bump and grind the night away privately with Griffin.