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I know how Bettsy feels, and here I am, doing whatever the hell I like.

“No, it’s nothing. I just wanted to give you a hug,” she says, quickly disappearing onto the coach.

But I’m racking my brain. If it’s not Liam, what else could it be?

When I board the coach, I spot Ryan and Jenna snuggled up together, and it hits me. I bet Vicky’s heart is broken about having to move out of her place once they’ve bought a place to live. It’s a big change, and I know that she’ll probably find it difficult. Not to mention, the possibility of living with me isn’t likely injecting too much excitement into her day. We’ve done it before, and we swore not to do it again.

I need to do something.

I need to look after her.

I need to fix this.

The clock tells methat Johnny is likely to be home at any moment now, so I put my cello away, relieved to have gotten a few hours of practice in today before moving all my things to his bedroom—just in case.

I’m mulling over an email I got earlier today from Patrick, addressed to me and Darren, as I get ready for bed. It had details of our ‘tour’, if that’s what you can call it. But regardless, I’ll be away for a few weeks.

By the time I climb into my side of Johnny’s bed, I’m wondering if Darren is going to be a decent travel companion, and the next thing I know, I’m waking up to Johnny’s freezing cold body, pulling me into him.

“Did I wake you?” he whispers.

“Yes.” I stir. “But it’s fine. I’ve really missed you.”

“Can I show you how much I’ve missed you?” he says right into my ear before he starts to kiss my neck. Delicate pecks and the stubble from his chin makes me squirm. It actually feels really fucking good.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” I ask.

Johnny told me he was ready when we video-called during his road game, and I’m nervous as hell, purely because of his piercing. And also, probably because I don’t know how he’ll fit.

“I’m really fucking ready,” he says, moving to take my mouth in his. He’s so tender with his kisses, it’s almost teasing. Then he slips his hand under a T-shirt of his that I’m wearing and palms my left boob. “Naked. Now.”

Woah. He’s got his control hat on, and I’m all for it. I wriggle myself free of the T-shirt, then push my underwear down, sending them to the floor of his bedroom.

I can’t help but touch him—his chest, his shoulders, his biceps, as he hovers over me, eyes locked on mine by the light of the bathroom.

He sits back on his calves and then pushes his boxers down, not looking away from me for a single second.

Now, I don’t have a lot to compare this with, but I already know this will be different. There’s a way he’s looking at me, and a tenderness about him, even though there’s absolutely nothing tender about him physically.

He reaches over to the bedside table and takes out a condom, and my heart beats wildly. I’m expecting him to put it on and get on with it, but he doesn’t. He keeps it in his palm, and he leans down to kiss me again. His tongue is slow, and so relaxed that my legs are shaking around him. I can feel his dick pressed into my lower abdomen as he moves himself on me, thrusting into the space between us.

“Pull your legs back,” he says, gripping my thighs himself anyway and pushing them back onto me. I watch him. So intently as he shifts himself down the bed and kisses along the insides of my thighs. “You’re already so wet for me, beautiful.” His finger runs the whole length from my clit right down to my pussy, and probably a little further, actually, causing me to shiver. The anticipation is killing me.

He adjusts himself and I look down to see what he’s doing just as his tongue touches me. Circling my clit. Then sucking deep.

My hands clamp right onto his head, pulling at his hair as I let out a gasp. I can’t even believe this is happening to me. I breathe deep to settle myself, but he’s driving me wild with the way he circles my clit. Fast and needy. It’s like he knows he’s getting me close. Because there’s nothing else I want more than to come right now.

But he stops. Getting me right to the edge and pulling me away again.

“You’re needy for that orgasm, beautiful?” he says in a hoarse voice.

“Yes. I was really close.”

“I know,” he says. “But I want you to come while I’m deep inside you, Kelly. Are you ready for me?”

I’m tugging at his neck, pulling him right down onto me, and then I hear the fumbling of the condom, so I give him a little leeway to move. Then he’s right there. His dick pushing at the entrance of my pussy.

“I’m ready.”