Page 87 of Revelry

She rolls her eyes and sits up. “Why do you have to go there?”

“I think it’s a valid question.”

“In my own way,” she says impatiently. “Yes, I do.”

I frown, wanting to tear my hair out because I need a straight answer from her, and she’s talking in circles. “In your own way, what does that mean?”

“I care about him, but it’s—”

“Do you love me?” I ask, before I can stop the words from spilling out of my mouth. She glares at me.

Ali gets up and takes our empty coffee cups across to the sink. I climb out of the booth, hell-bent on getting a straight answer on this, even if it’s going to cut me in two. She leans over the kitchen sink, her hands braced against the veneer and her head hung low. I’m about to ask her again when she turns to face me.

“Yes,” she says, and there’s no hesitation in it. There’s no bullshit or fear, just brutal honesty, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking heard. I slide my fingers in her hair and yank her forward, smashing my mouth down on hers. She opens for me and I lift her in my arms, walking us the half a step back until we hit the table, and then I lay her out on it and cover my body with hers. She bunches her fists in the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the floor. I grip her panties and slide them off, and then I unzip my fly, but she reaches out and grasps my forearm.

“Skin,” she whispers, pleadingly. “I want your skin on mine, not clothing. I want it slow, and I want to feel every inch of you.”

I smirk. I can’t help it. The fact that she wants me, that she loves me, without pause or hesitation, it makes me harder than fucking diamonds.

“Condom?” I ask. Even though I know she’s on the pill I shouldn’t be riding fucking bareback, I shouldn’t have done it last time, and I shouldn’t do it now, but Christ, do I want to. I imagine it takes a lot of trust to let a man come inside you—it’s not something I want her to think that I take lightly, especially considering I already have a kid running around.

Ali shakes her head, grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her shoulders. She lets it fall to the floor and gives me a nervous look. “I want you to come inside me, Cooper.”

And I swear my balls actually throb with her words. “Good. Because I wanna fill that fucking gorgeous pussy with so much come so there’s no doubt about who you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to anyone—”

“Bullshit. You’re mine Ali-Cat. Quinn can suck my dick, for all I care. You belonged to me the day we met.”

I shove my jeans down my hips and step out of them, positioning my head at her entrance and coating myself in her juices. I slide inside her, a little forcefully at first. She gasps. It’s a sound halfway between pleasure and pain. “You’re gonna need to be real quiet, Ali-Cat.”

She nods, and sucks the finger I slip into her mouth. I dig my fingers into her hips, close my eyes as I pull out until only the head is inside of her, and then I slam back home, right to the very base of my cock. She moans softly, so quiet that the only way I can be sure she made any sound at all was because I felt the reverberation through my chest, pressed tight against hers.

I grab the edge of the table with my hands and use it for leverage, fucking her with slow, deep strokes. With each thrust of our hips she inches up the table, until her head is hanging off the edge and the line of her throat, and her soft white breasts are exposed to me. I lean over her body and suck one nipple in my mouth. Her fingers slide into my hair, her legs wrapping around my hips, pushing me closer to her, deeper inside her. I bury my face in full white tits, and breathe in her sweet scent. If it’s possible, my dick gets even harder. She contracts her muscles, squeezing my cock, and I still my hips so I don’t ruin everything by coming too early.

“Fuck, baby. You kill me when you do that,” I whisper.

She lifts her head, smirking at me. I slip a hand between our bodies and rub her clit, hard and fast, until she’s shuddering beneath me, her heels digging into my back and kicking the shit out of my kidneys each time I thrust forward. “Coop, stop. I’m going to come.”

“I know.” I smile and lean forward, adjusting our position so that I’m hitting the end of her. I fall into a slow, deep rhythm and tell myself that I’m not falling further, that it doesn’t mean more, but I am. And it does. And it doesn’t matter anymore. Anyone can see I’m in love with her, just like anyone can see it’s more than just sex to Levi. Ali is different. She makes us both better men—and in some ways, worse, because all that should matter is her happiness, but we’re both too selfish to give her up. We’re both in too deep, and there’s not a fucking thing we can do about it.

She writhes beneath me, panting my name and squeezing my cock as she comes. I groan as I lose myself inside her. I lose all perspective and just let my body fall over the edge, the edge of loving her, and the edge that I’ll likely never come back from. Not without a hell of a lot more scars than I have right now.

We walk through the parking lot of a roadhouse somewhere outside of Atlanta. It’s close to three am and the guys had showered after finishing up their last show, and then they’d pre-recorded interviews for a local TV station. I’d sat with Levi, Deb, Zed and Leif, while Coop and Ash had sat alone. He’d been worried about Ash’s behaviour lately, and I knew he wanted a little one on one time with his bass player.

Levi had sat with his arm around me while we’d waited for the food to arrive, then he’d stolen food off my plate as often as he’d stolen kisses.

I love the buzz that surrounds the guys after a good show. Often they want just to crash, but occasionally they bring that energy back to the bus and wind up jamming, drinking or gaming for hours.

Tonight, Levi is practically high off the excitement. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into him, kissing my temple as we walk through the lot to the tour buses. I smile up at him. There’s a world of mischief in his eyes as he whispers, “You gonna share my bunk tonight, Red?”

I falter, his question completely catching me off-guard. “Err … that might make it a little cramped, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know. Could be kinda fun trying to figure out a way to fit my cock inside you in a bed the size of a coffin.”

I laugh. “I am really not that flexible.”

When we reach the bus doors, Levi indicates that I should go first. Of course I think he’s just being a gentleman, so I take him up on the offer, and then his hand comes down hard on my arse and I yelp.

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