Lead (Stage Dive, #3)(74)

“God.” My eyes rolled back into my head. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“I think you like my cock.” He laughed evilly, picking up pace, zeroing in on my happy spot, driving me out of my mind.

“I think I love your cock,” I gasped, my butt grinding into the table.

“Damn, you feel good.”

He hammered into me in a way that was pure art. Our bodies understood each other perfectly. The fit and feel of him marking me inside, making me whole. Each and every muscle in me drew taut until I was one mindless strung-out mess. Jimmy thrust into me hard and fast while I moaned and groaned in appreciation.

Fuck, he could f*ck.

I’d never known anyone like him. No way could I keep my eyes closed, I needed to watch. Skin slick with sweat and eyes squeezed tight, he pounded into me with absolute precision. He was so god-like and glorious it was scary. This had to be a dream. When he opened his eyes, dark of his pupil seemed to have swallowed the pale blue whole. He looked down on me, his heart and mind exposed.

He felt it. I know he did. It was so big, so all consuming, how could he not?

This time when I came, the whole world blacked out. My entire body released in some orgy of mindless ecstasy. Sounds crazy, but it’s true. My blood boiled and my brain blanked, every bit of me trembling. He’d turned me into some sex creature, wired just for him. And the payoff was sublime.

I heard a shout, then a warm weight settled on top of me.

We were both panting. The noise echoing, filling the room along with the frantic beat of my heart.

Slowly, I opened my eyes again. The world was still there, despite all internal bodily evidence to the contrary. Endorphins made merry with my whole being. How floaty and totally remarkable having sex with Jimmy was. Give me five minutes and I’d definitely go back for another round. Right now though, he’d earned a break.

“Hey.” I stroked his beautiful black hair.

Immediately, he started righting himself. He lifted himself off of me, began dealing with the condom. He tied it off at the end and then tucked his cock back into his jeans, doing up the zip and buttons. I missed the warmth of him instantly.

“Jimmy?”

He didn’t look at me.

Between my legs was a wonderful wet mess. The delicious musky scent of sex lay thick in the air. Any money there was a loved-up dumb-ass smile on my face. I couldn’t bring myself to care, let alone be embarrassed. He’d made me feel far too good.

“Jimmy?”

“Yeah?” He dumped the used condom and braced his hands beside the sink, staring out the kitchen window.

“Are you okay?”

“Sure. Yeah, no problem.”

“Good.”

He looked back over his shoulder at me, brows a worried line. “How are you?”

“Fine. Thank you.” Man, this was all so very polite. Next we might have toast and tea, and talk about the weather.

Shoulders thick and strained, he said nothing for the longest time. I’d been locked out again. The walls were up. He studied me in silence and I could feel the distance seeping back in between us. First inches, then feet, until entire oceans separated where we were.

I couldn’t stand it anymore, the silence was killing me. “What’s wrong?”

“You shouldn’t look at me like that.”

Right. There you go.

My body cooled in an instant, all of the lax and lovely evaporating into thin air. I lay on the table, badly in need of another shower with my hair one giant tangle. The sex creature was gone, dismissed. I smoothed my dress back down over my ravished private parts before rising up. This most definitely wasn’t the sort of conversation I wanted to have lying flat on my back with it all on display. Pride mattered.

“I want to f*ck you every way I know how,” he said. “But you can’t look at me like that.”

“I see.”

“I, ah … I need some air.” He strode to the kitchen door, no hesitation, he didn’t look back. But instead he stepped straight out into the cold windy Portland morning without a jacket. He was going to freeze his ass off. And actually, I was okay with that just then.

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My eyes itched though I wouldn’t be crying. Stunned seemed the top response. I just … I couldn’t believe he’d walked straight out on me after such magnificent sex. I hadn’t clung to him, demanding a ring. There’d been no discussion of babies. All casual sex etiquette had been adhered to.

Like I could help how I looked at him.

I kicked my feet, the clunky med boot swinging back and forth below. There was no sign of him on the back patio. Fuck knew where he’d gone.

“You could have at least helped me get down, you *,” I yelled, despite him being well out of hearing. “Mal was right, you do no aftercare.”

Worst post-coital ever.





CHAPTER FIFTEEN


The next day the guys were back in the studio. It was a long day of all action stations, or as much action as I was capable of with the boot on. Ev took over the better part of the running around. Jimmy had made himself conspicuously absent the day after our fevered mating on the kitchen table. Whatever part of the house I was in, he was in the farthest point possible away, f*ck him very much.

Like sex had been my bright idea.

Today, however, he’d apparently gotten over the episode and had been ready to resume life as per usual. Yeah, right, as if it would so simple after the way he’d behaved.