Текст книги "The Song Remains the Same"

Автор книги: Kelli Jean

сообщить о нарушении

Текущая страница: 6 (всего у книги 28 страниц)

Smiling a tired, sad smile, he pressed his hand over his heart, tapping twice. He had only wanted to hear them, see them perform it live. He knew it by heart already.

“We ride away from our only truth/

From the ones we love above all else/

Searching the world for glory to bring back home/

Hoping we haven’t sacrificed all just to be ourselves.

Fighting to be the Fortunate Fallen/

Hardened heroes for each other, if for no one else/

Holding on to the unbroken bonds between us/

Our heart’s anthem crying out for itself./”

A part of me wanted to reach out to Devon, to help find a way to heal whatever it was inside that was ripping him to shreds. But it wasn’t my reach that was needed. It was Phil’s.

“Against all hope, praying Our Chance won’t fuck with what’s fated/

We fight. We bleed. We’re so close to breaking/

Only our faith in each other holds us together/

Undivided to the end, we still stand.

We are the Fortunate Fallen/

Heroes for each other if for no one else/

Graced with the unbroken bonds between us/

Our heart’s anthem heard and felt.

The passing of time has opened deep chasms/

Our longing for loved ones too painful to ignore/

This band of brothers turns toward muddy waters/

It’s time to find our tribe along the shore./

We are the fortunate fallen/

A band of brothers, homesick and sore/

Glory now found in our unbroken bonds/

Homeward bound, a tribe waits without blame/

The adventure is over for now/

We are forever changed.”

Once more, I looked across the stage.

Devon was gone.

“Thank you, New York!” Phil roared.

Our Boys joined at the front of the stage to take their unified bow. Phil gave the crowd his Namaste, and funnily enough, so did Connor. To me, it wasn’t unexpected, but Phil caught it, and his smile was blinding.

As they exited toward us, Alys, Lili, and I launched ourselves at my little brother. The four of us howled at the top of our lungs.

“Fuck! That was amazing!” he roared.

“Dude, I think we just got dumped for the new guy,” X stated in mock incredulousness.

Throwing his arm around his flame-headed best friend, Phil grinned. “I don’t blame them. He’s a fuckin’ cutie pie.”

Untangling from each other, I turned to throw my arms around my incredibly sweaty fiancé, receiving a dimpled grin and a kiss that made my toes curl in my Chucks.

“Amazing show, babe.”

“Gotta please our number one fan.”

“Your number one fan.”

“Yeah, that, too.”

From Bethel, New York, the tour headed to New Haven, Connecticut, then to Providence, Rhode Island, on to Boston, Massachusetts, and Concord, New Hampshire, before wrapping up in Portland, Maine.

Wow. Talk about exhausting.

We’d done five shows in ten days.

Luckily, we had a two-day break back in New York, away from the stinky bus and everyone else. We weren’t getting on each other’s nerves so much as a little privacy went a long way.

Connor’s confidence had been growing with each show. I called Da regularly to keep him updated since I was pretty sure Connor was too busy to be bothered with letting our parents know how he was doing.

A lot of my time spent on the bus was with Lewis, designing recipes of local favorites from each town we stopped in. We had been doing our best to provide the healthiest cuisines for the guys and ourselves, avoiding fast-food joints and restaurants. Unless we were staying in a hotel for a night, Lewis and I would cook.

Lili was also involved with Lewis’s cookbook, taking photos of the finished products, and I had to congratulate her. She was truly embracing her photography, and with all the time on her hands to do so, she’d been developing a great style.

We’d discovered a couple of gems, mostly on the second stage. The crap stage was still producing…well, crap. My reviews had been received with positive feedback from the guys, and I felt I had been developing a decent writing style myself.

Sheri was a wonder. Always in a decent mood, she was ready to help in whatever capacity she could. She and Tim spent long hours going over details and arranging stuff. I didn’t even know what. I just thought the two of them were amazing at whatever the hell it was they did.

Connor and I practiced our yoga together every morning, and Sheri would join us, glowing with health and happiness from her stable diet and regular exercise.

Mopping the sweat off her face and chest after a particularly vigorous routine, she smiled. “It’s incredible. I have the energy to tackle practically anything, all day long. Before, when we toured, I was dying by nighttime.”

Phil had to hit a gym at least three days a week. There were many twenty-four-hour places, so he mostly did his weight-lifting at night with Sheri joining him.

In the last ten months, Sheri had gone through an amazing transformation. From the sickly stick figure who could hardly stand to eat more than a few bites of food, she had blossomed, putting on twenty pounds of lean mass, which had brought her from a size zero to a size four. She was hoping to put on another ten pounds. Being curvier was something Jason certainly appreciated, and he’d found he was unable to keep his hands off her.

“That yoga shit you taught her is fuckin’ awesome,” the blond god had whispered in my ear. “The different ways I get to twist her up while fuckin’ her…off the fuckin’ charts.”

“You’re a pig.” I’d laughed.

“Oink, oink.”

Back in New York, we parked the bus for the roadies to clean out, and a limo took us to the hotel. Upon check-in, Sheri asked the concierge about a nearby Laundromat, and he’d given directions to the closest facility.

I’d discovered a new appreciation for what the job of a groupie entailed. The women who tagged along with the bands weren’t there to just look pretty and provide wet holes for the guys. They did the menial grunt work, such as running errands, cleaning up after the guys on the bus, and laundry.

Eyeballing the mountain of filthy clothes Phil and I had accumulated, I rather wished I’d had my own groupie.

A roadie named Steve helped me schlep four huge duffel bags, each of us carrying two, loaded with dirty laundry, down to the lobby where I sat and waited for Alys and Lili to come down with their own clothes. A van was supposed to show up and take us to the Laundromat so that we could spend the entire day washing stinky wrecked duds. Lucky for us, Sheri had called the establishment and had paid for our exclusive use for the day, so we wouldn’t have to fight with other customers over the washers and dryers.

Our Boys didn’t do laundry. They were in a band meeting.

Thumbing through a magazine, I waited for my minions to show themselves.

“Fancy seeing you here, Doc.”

Irritated, I looked up to see Devon looming over me. “What do you want?”

“I’m heading to Newark to pick up a friend. I saw you and thought I’d say hi.”

“Hi,” I snapped, looking back down at my magazine.

He crouched down so that we were eye level with each other. “I want to apologize to you,” he said softly.

“About what?”

“About what I did when Phil and I…you need to know that when I’d said that you deserved to be hit and spit on, it wasn’t personal.”

“How could it have been? You’d never met me.”

He nodded. “I thought that maybe if he saw you as just a woman with nothing to offer, then maybe he’d get over his obsession with you. It had the opposite effect, and it destroyed our friendship. At first, I thought he just needed some time to cool down, and then I could tell him it wasn’t real—”

“What?”

He blinked. “It wasn’t real. She was never hurt, the blood and all that. They were props—”

My anger boiled over. “You tricked him like that?”

“I tried to tell him, but he wouldn’t listen to me. Kenna—”

“You assholes get off on treating women like shit, and I’m sick of hearing about it!” I hissed. “The horror stories that surround your fucking band are sickening! I know that NOLA’s Junk wasn’t much better, but you fuckfaces take it to a whole other level!”

Devon recoiled as though I’d punched him.

“Phil was horrified that his best friend could beat a woman half out of her head! You repulsed him to the point where he couldn’t stand to look at you, and he still can’t!”

“I know. It…it repulsed me, too. But Jürgen…” Devon closed his eyes and breathed heavily out of his nose. “Is there any way I can sit down and talk to you, Kenna? I need you to know I’m not like that, and it’s the reason I don’t stay in the same hotel with the rest of the band. I don’t enjoy treating women like that.”

“Why this hotel?” I demanded.

“You know why.”

“I can’t make him talk to you, Devon. And every time you talk to me, you’re risking my relationship with the man I love. I know it means nothing to you, but he means the world to me. He doesn’t want me near you, and I respect that. But you’re pretty much ensuring that I’ll end up having a blowout with him.”

“I don’t want that for you, honestly. I just don’t know how to get through to him.”

“Maybe you just need to let it go.”

He shook his head. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Bleak and beautiful, his eyes spoke a wealth of regret and pain. “Because…he was the best friend I ever had. Our friendship was real. Even if I can’t have that back, I need him to know that I valued him.”

“I wish you luck with that. I really do. But I need you to leave before someone sees us, and I get into trouble.”

“All right.” He sighed and stood. “You have a nice day, Doc.”

“You, too,” I replied.

Alys, Lili, and I made it back to the hotel a little before eight o’clock. I was sweaty, stiff from inactivity, and bored out of my skull.

Unfortunately, when boredom ensured, I thought about Devon and the insights he had given me. The fact that the whole scene that had destroyed his and Phil’s friendship had been staged, that Jürgen had had something to do with it…

None of this makes any fucking sense. Why trick Phil like that? What was the purpose?

As badly as the desire to speak of it to my two best friends was, I kept it to myself. Dangerously intrigued, I found myself wondering how I could talk to Devon without being busted. Not a good thing.

“Ugh. Everything is creaking,” groaned Lili as she dragged a huge bag of laundry behind her.

We had Steve and a dude named Gordy helping us out.

The elevators up to our rooms were separate from the lobby, most likely because these rooms were for famous visitors, and one could avoid the eyes of the prying public. I’d called Phil to let him know we were back, and he and Lewis stood next to the elevators, waiting for us.

I was a filthy, sweaty, stinky mess. My rumpled tank top and baggy jeans no doubt made me look like an urchin. My hair was piled high on my head in a frizz-bomb, and my exhausted demeanor had me sagging into my own body. By the state of Alys and Lili, they didn’t appear any better.

Lewis burst into laughter upon the sight of his ladylove.

“Shut up, asshole!” snapped Lili, giving him a thunderous scowl. “Next time, you can do your own fucking laundry!”

That only made him laugh harder.

Phil smiled, giving me dimples, and away the last eight boring hours of my life went. He’d promised we’d go for steak dinners, just the two of us.

“Hey, Baby Girl,” he said warmly, turning my insides to simmering jelly.

“Hey, babe.”

Pulling me into a huge hug, he said, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. How was the meeting?”

“Boring. We had practice after, which wasn’t so bad. Flipper went to go pick up Viv at the airport.”

“Sweet.”

The elevator dinged, letting us know it had reached the lobby, and Phil grabbed one of the bigger sacks, hefting it over his shoulder. The doors opened.

And there stood Devon, dressed in dark blue relaxed-fit jeans, black boots, and a black button-down shirt. He looked handsome with a stunning petite blonde dripping off his arm.

Damn, she was so gorgeous that I had to blink a couple of times. She had a poise about her that usually accompanied supermodels although she didn’t reach much taller than five-eight in her shiny black stilettoes. Her long hair hung to the middle of her back, and I had the feeling it wasn’t naturally that blonde. Nice rack and curvy hips looked phenomenal in her black mini dress, and her skin was flawless cream. Her soft heart-shaped face with her large cornflower-blue eyes fringed with thick lashes, a cute little nose, and big puffy lips were just the epitome of a classic beauty. She looked perfect with Devon’s own gorgeous self.

Next to me, Phil stiffened, and I was gearing up to hold him back.

The blonde’s eyes widened in surprise. “Phil?”

Shut the fuck up.

Devon’s face registered surprise, too. His line of vision darted to me, silently asking if I knew anything about this.

“Brigid?” Phil’s stunned voice echoed, bouncing around the enclosed space.

No, really. Shut the fuck up.

Lili squeaked with shock.

Brigid launched herself at Phil, and he hugged her back. But the look on his face as he stared at Devon for a few seconds was ferocious. Tentatively, Devon exited the elevator, eyeing Phil as though he were dealing with a dangerous caged beast.

Setting Brigid aside, Phil’s voice turned to pure poison. “What the fuck?”

Devon’s spine snapped straight. “What the fuck, what?”

“What the fuck are you doing with her?” His voice increased in volume.

The rest of us stood rooted to our spots, not entirely sure what we should expect.

“What’s it any business of yours?” Devon hissed.

Faster than anyone thought possible, Phil had Devon thrown up against the wall, his head smacking it hard. The sound of it made me wince. Hand fisted in Devon’s shirt, Phil shook him, smacking the man’s head on the wall again, and I was scared that some serious damage would be coming to the notorious guitarist.

“Phil!” I rushed forward, grabbing the offending limb.

“What are you doing with Brigid? What’s with you going after the only women I’ve ever given a shit about?”

Behind us, Lili gave off a grunt of utter outrage. Looking back, I could see my friends were appalled, and Brigid had a sly smile on her face that sent an oily, slick feeling to my gut. The bitch was enjoying this. Having two powerful, beautiful men in a spat over her had her thrilled.

“Phil, you don’t want to do this,” I said, turning my attention back to the situation at hand. “Stop!”

He released Devon and took a step back, his face turning to Brigid. “Is he hurting you?” Phil sounded very dangerous now.

Brigid smiled a sexy, coy smile. “Only if I ask for it.”

“Ugh!” sneered Lili.

Devon slid down the wall, and I dug in my pockets for my key ring that held my tiny flashlight.

Crouching back on my heels, I commanded, “Devon, look at me.”

He turned his gaze to me, and I shone the light in his eyes, looking for mismatched pupil dilation.

“Are you dizzy at all? Blurred or double vision?”

“I’m fine,” he said softly. “Hard head.”

“Lean forward,” I told him. I palpated the back of his head. “How sore is it?”

“I’ve had worse,” he joked.

Pressing my fingers into his jugular, I quickly checked his pulse to make sure it was strong, and he wasn’t experiencing shock.

“Phil, can you call that beast off of him? We have an evening of fun planned, and I don’t need him reeking of some yeti woman’s desperation.”

My head snapped around to find Phil staring at Devon and me, hellfire blazing in his eyes. Lewis grabbed Lili, and they scuffled as she tried to free herself and launch violently at the smug Brigid, who was tapping at her phone, looking supremely unconcerned.

Why is Phil letting her talk about me like that?

Devon looked stunned, and it had nothing to do with his head injury.

Fighting tears, I tried to pull away, hoping to make a fast exit before being further humiliated, but Devon grabbed my hand and pressed it over his heart. His eyes looked into mine, and he saw the pain in me.

I guess, next to Brigid, I really am nothing more than a beast—hideous, huge, and nothing special. She probably has no clue that I’m Phil’s fiancée, his Baby Girl…because she would expect someone as gorgeous as she is to be able to hold that place in his heart.

“No, Doc,” Devon said softly. “You’re in a league of your own.”

Phil took a menacing step forward, and Devon’s eyes darted up toward him, fear flitting across his features. Turning, I held up my other hand, glaring at Phil with something close to hatred. He stopped in his tracks.

“You’re okay?” I asked, turning back to Devon.

“I think so.”

Nodding, I got to my feet and slowly helped Devon to his.

“Brigid?” Devon asked.

She looked up from her phone, a quizzical perfectly shaped brow arching.

“This lovely woman is a doctor, and she’s a friend of mine. In the future, I’d appreciate it if you kept your jealousy in check and refrained from insulting her.”

Brigid’s jaw dropped. “Okay.”

Phil’s glare was threatening to ignite everything within a mile radius. His chest was heaving, and I wondered if he was trying to process the fact that Devon had called me his friend or that his incredibly beautiful ex-girlfriend was with his archenemy.

On the other hand…maybe he was looking at me, wondering what the hell he saw in my yeti-beast self anymore if he could score chicks like that. Pathetically, I was wondering that very thing. And it fucking hurt.

Alys came up and wrapped her arm around my waist, glaring at Brigid. In turn, Brigid looked as though she’d just had an epiphany, and I knew she was assuming that Alys and I were lesbians.

“It was good seeing you, Phil,” said Brigid in her Germanic accent.

Phil said nothing. He just kept staring at me.

Devon walked past him. “Good looking after the woman you give a shit about.”

Brigid followed, glancing back once more at Phil. She smiled and gave him a little wave.

Steve and Gordy looked to be in shock while Lili was ready to unleash something unholy.

I’d had enough. Grabbing a laundry bag, I exited the elevator lobby through the side door that led to a stairwell.

The heavy door slammed shut behind me, and I was surrounded by a hollow silence that echoed around my heart. Adrenaline coursed through me, giving me the strength to haul the bag of clothes. Making it up the first flight of twelve, I heard the heavy door crash open, bouncing off the wall as though it weren’t made of reinforced steel.

“Kenna!”

“Fuck you!” I shouted back, grunting and heaving harder, increasing my effort to escape.

Boot steps thundered up the stairs, echoing up the well. They were getting closer, and I was getting angrier. Phil grabbed the bag I had situated across my back and yanked, causing me to fall back into his arms with a bloodcurdling scream.

“What was that all about?” he hissed in my ear. “What the fuck did he mean, you’re his friend?”

Flailing wildly, I freed myself, landing on my feet. “You fucking prick! You let that bitch call me a yeti-woman beast! He was sticking up for me, which was what you should have done!”

“What is going on between you two?” he asked, his voice increasing in volume, his eyes flashing with fury. He completely ignored what I had just said.

“Nothing!” I yelled. “What’s going on with you now? Are you going to pitch a fit that your ex is with him every time you see them together? You do realize that she thinks you still have feelings for her, right?”

“I don’t,” he replied.

“Yeah? Well, it didn’t appear that way—not to Devon, not to my friends, and not to me.”

Jabbing a finger at my face, his own a complete mask of rage, he snarled, “Get your ass to the elevator on the next floor. I’ll meet you there. We’re going to continue this discussion in our room.” He turned to go back down the stairs to the elevator lobby.

I waited until I heard the door slam again and continued up the stairs. I didn’t stop for the elevator.

Fuck him! Who the fuck does he think he is? Like he can actually order me around like a servant. He’s got another thing coming, the douche!

By the time I made it to our floor, I was dragging ass.

Phil was waiting by the stairwell door, looking apoplectic. “Holy shit, woman—”

“Knock it off,” I grunted, following him to our suite.

Once inside, he tossed the heavy burlap bag full of clothes. Then, he took the one off me and hurled that one, too.

“What the fuck, Kenna? This isn’t some fuckin’ game!”

“I didn’t do anything!” I yelled back. “You were bashing his head into the wall! Was killing him your objective? And over Brigid?”

“He’s gone after two women I’ve been involved with!” he bellowed. “Are you so fuckin’ blind to see that I’m worried? Are you that fuckin’ jealous?”

“Jealous?” I screeched. “I’m not the one acting jealous here, Phil! You are!”

“I am!” he roared. “He called you his friend, which means there must be something going on between you two—”

“Not over me, you fucking idiot! Over Brigid! You grabbed him and slammed him into a wall over the fact that he was with her! He told her I was his friend because she fucking insulted me!”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I burst into tears.

“What?” Phil asked softly.

“Really, Phil? Are you fucking telling me you didn’t hear that woman call me a beast and a desperate yeti woman?”

He came up and wrapped his arms around me. “I didn’t. I wasn’t hearin’ or seein’ anythin’ besides you touchin’ him. When he put your hand on his chest…I was tryin’ not to go berserk on him.”

Wilting, I continued to sob. He tightened his hold on me, kissing the top of my head.

“I love you, Kenna. You know that. Brigid can’t compare to you.”

Brigid is fucking drop-dead gorgeous compared to me! Brigid makes me look and feel like a desperate yeti-woman beast who has no business being with a man as beautiful as you!

Sleek, rounded in all the right areas, poured into that black mini dress, Brigid had looked as though she were born to grace the arms of rock gods.

Pushing me back, Phil took my face, molding his hands over my jaw and cheeks, as he stared down into my eyes. He looked sad, as if he could hear the thoughts churning through my traitor brain.

“Kenna…you’re the only woman I see. Don’t you know that?” His lips were warm and gentle as he pressed them to mine. “I’m sorry I was too jealous to hear what she said. I should’ve defended you, not Devon.”

“I know.”

“I was stupid.”

“I know.”

“And you were only acting like the doctor that you are.”

“I know!”

He smiled, and the cracks in my heart healed a little. But there was a lingering sense of something being wholly wrong. Resentment filled me. This touring business was exhausting enough without having Devon and Brigid and the rest of the Cornered Cannibals crawling all over the place.

“Go get showered and ready to go. We got reservations in half an hour,” he told me, releasing me.

Date night didn’t seem as special anymore—not when I didn’t own a black mini dress that made me look like a walking, talking piece of sex, and his ex-girlfriend did.

“Well, I guess you two hashed shit out then,” murmured Lili, her eyes darting toward the ladder that led to the second-level living room area.

Back on the road, the guys were topside, discussing their next venue. Sounds of laughter and acoustic guitars floated down to us.

Alys palmed her coffee mug. “That was fucked up. I didn’t know Devon was seeing the Brigid.”

I snorted. “I don’t think Devon knew he was seeing the Brigid.”

In fact, I was pretty sure that Devon had never known about Phil and the Brigid. His look of surprise when they had recognized each other hadn’t been faked.

Sheri stepped out of the bathroom and smiled at us as she headed for the ladder. “You coming up?”

The three of us shook our heads.

“Meh, stinky dudes and whatnot,” stated Lili. “Just need some chick time. You wanna join us?”

“I have to go over some stuff with Tim and the guys, but then I’d love to.”

“See you in a bit then,” Alys said cheerfully.

Smiling back at us, Sheri retreated up the stairs.

“I was so ready to kick both their asses!” hissed Lili. “That bitch was totally eye-fucking your man. Then, she called you that horrible shit, and he just fucking let her!”

I explained to them what Phil had told me, of the sweet things he had said to me after, and that he was not happy about Brigid and her mean little mouth. He’d assured me that the next time he saw her, he’d let her know that, too. I’d be over the moon if he never saw her again, truth be told. Seeing as we had nearly eight weeks left of the tour, that probably wouldn’t be possible.

The next venue was taking us to Richmond, Virginia, then on to Raleigh, North Carolina, and then Columbia, South Carolina. With those three back-to-back shows—bam, bam, bam!—it was a good thing Phil and I’d had the last thirty-six hours to enjoy ourselves because we certainly wouldn’t be able to with all the shows happening before we reached Miami in another week and a half. Then, we’d get three days off before hopping on a plane back to New Orleans for a show there. The tour bus would be heading to Louisiana while the band was on the three-day break.

Over the next three days, we worked ourselves to the bone. At the venues, we went out of our way to avoid anyone to do with Cornered Cannibal. I didn’t see Devon, and although I might have spotted Brigid here and there, I couldn’t be too sure.

After the show in South Carolina, the tour bus took us to a hotel Sheri had checked us into earlier in the day, so all we had to do was grab our keys and head up to our rooms. It wasn’t fancy by any means. It was just a private break until we headed out the next afternoon. We were scheduled to be in Savannah, Georgia, tomorrow night and would camp at the venue.

Dropping my bag on the floor, I let out an exhausted grunt. Phil’s arms snaked around my waist, his fuzzy face brushing against my neck, his swelling groin pressing into my bottom.

“I’ve missed you,” he told me, his voice warm and comforting.

His hands slid up under my shirt to cop a feel. Desire, hot and thick, burned away any traces of exhaustion. My nipples grew hard, throbbing, as he plucked and rolled them between his fingers. I groaned and pressed back into him. He growled in response.

“I miss hearing those sexy noises you make, Baby Girl. It ain’t half as fun when you’re tryin’ to hold them in.”

True. Being on the bus had made me more self-conscious.

Phil’s lips and tongue kissed and licked my neck while his hands kneaded my tits until my knees went wobbly.

“Oh gods…” I moaned, letting my head drop back, giving him easier access.

“I need to be inside you. I’m fuckin’ dyin’ here.” He slipped a hand beneath the waistband of my jeans, cupping my heated core, pulling me back to grind harder into me. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Give me your mouth.”

I turned my head and craned my neck, my mouth instantly engaging in a fierce, wet tongue-sucking that did nothing to help my knee-knocking situation, nor did the fact that his fingers had slipped between the lips of my cunt and found my clit, rubbing torturous slow circles over it.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hands and lifted me into his arms to carry me into the bathroom.

“Naked,” he grunted. “Now.”

He was ripping his own clothes off, and when I wasn’t going fast enough to suit him, he helped yank off the rest of mine. I attempted to trip over to the shower, but he lifted me and placed me on the bathroom counter, dropping to his knees and spreading my thighs.

“I’ve been fuckin’ droolin’ all day, wantin’ to taste your pussy,” he said, pulling my ass closer to the edge. His lips locked around my clit and sucked gently.

“Fuck…” I moaned, my hands pulling down his hair and burying into it.

“Mmm…” he agreed, pushing my knees up over his shoulders.

Sinking back, my head and shoulders bumped the wall, and I closed my eyes.

Phil’s mouth was so amazing. He could sing and roar like a legend among gods, he could kiss with it until I was subdued and submissive, and when he wielded it between my legs, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for him. He flicked and stroked and lapped as he ate at me. The tip of his tongue traced my opening before plunging in, teeth caressing gently over my clit.

“Oh myyy Go-o-od!” I moaned, pulling his face in deeper.

He growled, sending vibrations shooting up from my cunt to my nipples. As he tongued my clit, my thighs started to shake, and I found it hard to catch my breath. It was so good, way too good, and I was strung up inside, ready to burst.

“Fuck!” I cried.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue rubbing lazily.

“Stop! Phil, I can’t!”

He kept going and going and going. My thighs were shuddering, my stomach muscles quivering from the intense sensations his mouth kept unleashing on me.

“Please, babe!” I cried, pulling his head back by his hair. The smoldering look from his eyes staring up at me from between my thighs was enough to make my stomach quiver without the tongue-lashing. “It’s too much.”

Slowly, he got to his feet and towered over me, my legs straightening until my heels rested on top of his shoulders, the tip of his cock lightly touching on my sopping swollen sex. His face and beard were glistening, and it was so hot that I nearly came from the sight of him.

“I want more,” he said.

Fuck, he can’t be serious.

“Put it in me,” I begged. “Please…I need you in me.”

His cock nudged between my wet lips, and he looked down. Chest hitching with his breath, he bit down on his lip and grasped my knees. He pulled his hips back, and his cock slid through my slit to touch at my opening. I watched as he pressed into me, and he moaned as he withdrew before sinking back in deep.

“Fuck me, you got the prettiest pussy,” he said, low and deep. His voice sent a tremor through me, and he smiled. “Is it my dirty talk or the sound of my voice?”

He kept his pace achingly slow, watching as his cock disappeared inside. His right hand slipped and rested on my pubic bone so that he could gently thumb my clit.

Panting, I replied, “Both. I could get off on your voice alone. But when you get your filth on—” My breath caught as he rotated his hips, grinding into me in a circular motion.

“You were saying?” He slowed his pace

“Don’t stop!” I cried.

“Nooo, that’s not what you were sayin’, Baby Girrrl.”

“Please!” I begged.

He rotated his hips again.

“Fuck!”

“I am fuckin’ you. You’re a right awesome fuck, too. You’re all tight and so fuckin’ wet.”

A dry sob escaped me. He was hitting his spot dead-on.