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His hands were on both sides of my panties, and I lifted up my hips to help him slide them off. I was so glad I was wearing some of my cuter panties. If they weren’t on display onstage, I wasn’t always so worried, but tonight I’d been wearing a pair of lacy black boyshorts. I knew they were flattering on me, and some subconscious part of me was grateful they were what I had on.

I highly doubt he even noticed the damn things, though. And then I realized that—oh, my God—he was going for the coup de grace. He wasn’t going to take his time and introduce me to mini Brad. No…his tongue was headed straight for my *, and I wasn’t going to stop him. I just hoped I’d be able to keep it together enough to not orgasm after one touch.

He slid off the bed, and he moved his hands under my ass to pull my bottom to the edge. I was close to writhing, but I managed to keep it together. Then I felt his fingers manipulating my labia, and I let out a sigh that was louder than it should have been, somehow laced with a bit of a desperate cry. I wanted him. I needed him, and I doubted I’d ever been this desperate for a man’s touch before.

That first tongue stroke. Delicious. Maddening. Made me cry out for mercy. But he didn’t stop. No. And it took me a second to figure out what else he was doing, because he was creating a sensation I’d never felt before. And then I puzzled it out. Holy shit. Somehow, he was sucking on my clitoris, that tiny little flap of skin down there and it was excruciating. I was already ready to slip off the edge into that wild abandon of orgasm, but I gritted my teeth and willed myself against it. I felt my hands balling up the sheets into my fists, fighting against it, not wanting it to end so soon, but then I thought of Brad again and that was it. I gave in to the pleasure and moaned aloud as a wave of nirvana took over my body and transported my mind into outer space.

As one wave after another came crashing over me with each delicious tongue stroke (for he’d stopped the technique that had driven me out of my mind), I was more aware of him. He had one arm on my right thigh and it felt possessive; the other hand was splayed on my belly, just underneath my left breast. I didn’t see them; I felt them. And then the orgasm began to wave, and that’s when I was aware that I was probably the loudest I’d ever been, and I was crying his name over and over in between grunts of some other language I’d never learned but surely communicated what I was feeling.

Yeah…I could die now.





Chapter Thirty-six



GOD, BRAD HAD never looked so cute, so sexy, so f*cking gorgeous than that moment when I opened my eyes and saw him moving in for the kill. I thought, Take me. Yes, take me.

He was over me on all fours, straddling me, having dragged me back up to the middle of the bed. I wound my fingers through his hair. I didn’t want to be crude or demanding, although inside I was brimming with demands. Suddenly, the night was young. The best, the sweetest request I could make was to tell him, “I want to feel you inside me, Brad.” He was already on it, though, reaching for the wallet in his pocket, hanging on the chain draping off his jeans.

He leaned over to kiss me, and my free hand was sliding over his chest, appreciating the feel of the hard muscle under the smooth skin against my fingers.

He threw his wallet on the bed next to me and broke away from my kiss. “Just a sec.” I looked to see him peering into and feeling in his wallet. “You f*cking kidding me?”

I felt the expression on my face change. I knew what he was referring to without even asking, but somehow I had to hear the words for it to become a reality. “What?”

He looked pained. “I don’t suppose you have any condoms, do you?”

Shit. When I’d been with Ethan, I’d trained myself to carry them so Ethan’s concealed weapon couldn’t harm me, but Jet had always been prepared, so I had gotten out of the habit. I winced. “No.” I took in a deep breath as he continued to look in his wallet, hoping against hope he’d miscalculated and surely there was one more there…right?

Well, that shouldn’t stop us. No, I didn’t want him coming inside me, but I saw no reason for a lack of condom to interrupt us. “I could—”

He shook his head. He was fighting it. His jaw was clenched. “No.” I saw him swallow. “I can go buy some. I wonder if there are any here in the public restrooms in the hotel.”

I was still breathless from my orgasm. “I bet the gift shop would have some.”

“They’re long since closed, Val. Gotta be.”

He was pretty calm for a guy on the edge. I’d give him that. “Well, uh…a convenience store, maybe? There’s gotta be one nearby. I saw a Walmart too. They’d have one for sure.”

“Yeah. Okay. You don’t mind waiting?”

I almost laughed. I’d just had a crazy orgasm, and he was asking me if I’d mind waiting? “I’m coming with you.”

I saw a smile touch the corners of his eyes. “You will?”

“Yeah…only fair, right?” I kissed him. That probably wasn’t the best idea, but I couldn’t help myself. His eyes…they were wild. “You sure you can drive?”

He nodded, but I didn’t know that he was too sure. He sat up, and I jumped off the bed. I pulled my t-shirt up off the floor and slid it over my head and then dashed to the bathroom where I knew my jeans were and slid them up over my hips. Fuck the underwear—no bra, no panties. We were in a hurry. I glanced at myself in the mirror. My hair was a little mussed but damn did I look satisfied. And I knew it was probably just the beginning.

Back in the other room, I searched in my luggage and found the one pair of sandals I’d brought with me. Every other shoe I had was mostly for the stage or too-hot-for-July metal stuff—boots, mostly—too much for a sultry summer evening.

By the time I had the shoes on, he was ready to go, save adjusting himself in his jeans. “You gonna be okay?”

He chuckled, and it seemed such an easy laugh, in spite of what I knew he must be feeling. “Thanks for being a good sport, Val.”

I’d grabbed my room card and stuffed it in my back pocket, then grabbed his hand to lead him to the door. “I’m the good sport? Do you not know what you just did to me?”

He turned me around so that my back was against the door. He was pressing up against me, and I could feel him. Yeah, he was still hard, straining against me, his jeans. His voice was low when he said, “I’m gonna do it again.”

Oh, my f*cking God, we couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

* * *

It turned out the Walmart was close enough, and we knew they’d have what we needed. I’d kept my hands to myself on the ride there, even though I’d really felt like getting handsy and keeping him hot. But I knew he wouldn’t want to try walking through the store with a hard on. And it was almost impossible not to start giggling when we went through the express lane with just a box of condoms and nothing else. The clerk was an older lady who’d no doubt seen the same thing dozens of times. Two years ago, I would have been mortified, but now? I was having so much fun, and I was so excited and hornier than hell that I didn’t give a shit what she or anyone else thought.

I did start laughing once we were in the parking lot. Brad unlocked the van and started to open the passenger door for me, but I touched his hand. I couldn’t stop the sly grin on my face. “Let’s get in the back.” The van was in a shadier part of the parking lot, and it would be taking a chance at being caught. But I didn’t care. I wanted to take care of this gorgeous man.

He raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

I just nodded, a sly grin on my face. He shook his head but slid the door open and then gestured for me to hop on in. I got in the backseat. I probably hadn’t been in the very back since the time he and I had gotten hot and heavy back there, because Brad usually insisted I ride shotgun. During this tour, Zane had been driving a little, so I’d sat in the middle, but the back was full of nothing but fond memories for me.

Brad got in after me and slid the door closed. I said, “This feels kinda familiar, doesn’t it?”

He smiled. “It does.” He sat down next to me, and I swung my leg over and straddled him, much like I had years ago.

“You’re not wasting any time.”

“Nope.” I whispered in his ear. “Time to take care of you.” I felt his response bulging against me.

I brought my lips back to his and nibbled on his lower lip until his tongue snaked out, and he closed his eyes. I knew this soft, slow business wouldn’t last long, but I knew Brad was a great kisser, sensual, sweet, and I wanted to savor him for a little bit. And like I’d remembered from before, his kisses felt like more than just kisses, like he was trying to discover something about us, about me. I slid my hands up under his shirt to feel his skin, feel his hard musculature. Then I moved my lips to his ear and whispered, “You ready?”

I could barely hear him say, “Whenever you are.” I sucked on his earlobe and then nibbled at his neck as my fingers groped for the button on his jeans. God…I could feel the power of his cock pressing up against me, and it was like a monster was in there, needing to be unleashed. I felt myself get wet all over again, but this wasn’t for me. No, this was for him, and I wanted to make him feel incredible.