Page 9 of Glory Hole

I’ve never come so hard in my fucking life.

So as the star of my latest fantasy stands across from me in my kitchen, I can’t contain the raunchy thoughts running through my mind. Visions of her spread out naked on my kitchen island, entirely at my mercy, is currently at the top of that list.

I hadn’t expected her and her friends to show up, but I have to say, it has certainly made the evening more interesting. Her damn flower garden and sunshine scent still invades my nostrils even from across the room. Now that I’ve been so close to her, actually fucking touched her, there’s no way tonight can end anything short of me being inside her.

Just flirting with her and making that blush spread across her porcelain skin has me so fucking hard, I’m surprised Madd hasn’t commented on my massive boner. It definitely wouldn’t be out of the question for him to call me out in front of the object of my erection and her friends. He’s a real prick like that.

He’s yammering on with Christina and Jen about road life, but I barely hear a word they say. Since the majority of my blood flow is now south of the border, keeping my mind on anything more than what I want to do to Glory is damn near impossible.

“I have to ask. What’s it like to perform in front of thousands of screaming people?”

Silence falls on this side of the room. I refocus on the group in front of me and realize someone asked me something.

“Uh, sorry, what was that?”

Christina smirks and takes a sip of her wine. “I asked what it’s like to perform in front of such huge crowds.”

It’s the same question I’ve been asked a thousand times before, but coming from her, I know she’s actually interested in my answer, unlike most women who only ask to try to get in my pants.

I shrug. “After all this time, it’s still surreal that I get to do what I love for a living with my best friends.”

She grins. “I can’t imagine. Plus, all the countries you get to see, the people you meet, it has to be amazing.”

“It really is, Christina. It can get tiresome after a while when you’re constantly travelling, but I love it.” It’s true. I do love it, but now that I’m living next to the sexy goddess, staying home more is starting to sound like an excellent plan.

Maddox recaptures the conversation and starts talking to the girls about our last tour, and I turn my attention back across the room to Glory.

Her sparkling eyes lock on mine. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I give her my best panty-dropping smile. Her beautiful pale skin flushes, and oh mother fucker, her pretty pink tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip before she returns my smile. My skin tingles, and my cock twitches. All I can think of right now is how much I’d love to bend her nice ass over and fuck my way to Heaven.

It’s physically impossible to stop the dirty thoughts she’s inspiring for me. Honestly? I don’t want to. I will have Glory Greystone. It is going to happen. It’s just a matter of when. I’d love for it to be tonight. My throbbing cock doesn’t want to wait any more than I do. But she isn’t some easy lay, and I don’t mind putting in the work. Speaking of which, I need to lay some ground work.

Chapter Five

Glory

Beckett’s tight ass teases me from across the kitchen. I’m honed in on it like I’m a heat seeking missile and it is most definitely my target. I didn’t know jeans could hug an ass like that.

“Wipe the drool off your chin, Glory.”

I turn and look at Evelyn, and she smiles like the smart ass she is before raising her glass and taking a sip. She lifts one perfectly shaped brow in my direction.

“Thanks for the cock-block by the way,” I whisper-hiss at her while shooting her with my best death glare.

“I saved you. Your face was as red as a tomato. I was afraid you were stroking out.”

“Thanks for that,” I retort with an added heavy dose of sarcasm.“Was I really that red?”

“Yes, girl. Like Clifford.”

We both laugh, and at the sound, Beck turns and smiles at me. God…that smile. I could melt from its beauty. I have no doubt he’s gotten everything he’s ever wanted by using that smile.

And I’m pretty much willing to follow that trail too. The one that leads right to his cock inside me. God, I really need to get laid, and by that meat monster.

“You lucky bitch. He is so fucking fine. You be sure to ride that train, Glory. Ride it good. Blow that whistle.”

“Shut up. My God. He’s across the kitchen, not in another building.”

She shrugs and feigns innocence. “What? He can’t hear us. Who cares if he does? God, I’d climb him like a tree.”

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