Page 42 of Fake Rocks
I gripped the wrist that held my chin, nails digging into him as his motions became more deliberate, geared towards giving me pleasure. My breathing became erratic as I felt the peak rising.God, he was good.
“Jesus, Tris!” His gaze bored right into my soul as I writhed against his hand.
His lips crashed into mine as his tongue desperately probed my mouth, the hand which held me moving away from my chin to the back of my neck, pulling me closer.
With one last move, he hit the sweet spot and I exploded, my body squirming from the ultimate bliss before shuddering to a climax.
Tris drew back, licking his lips. “Are you persuaded?”
A smile grew on my face and I felt like the cat who had got the cream. “If you wake me up like that every morning, I may never get out of bed again.”
Eventually, I did get up. Though not before having a long messaging session with Rosie, who needed all the gossip, and agreeing to meet up with Darren, Barney and Tommo later to go over some plans for the band.
Tris got up shortly after he got me off and as far as I could tell was working away downstairs. I took a leisurely shower, even sneaking in a little self-love to see if I could replicate Tris’ earlier actions. As I brought myself to my second orgasm of the day, I was astounded at how good I felt. Perhaps sober sex was something I should try more of.
I stood, naked, in front of the mirror while I decided what to wear. I noticed a spark in my eyes which hadn’t been there before.
Tris.
Who would have thought one of Jonas’ crazy ass ideas would actually work? Now if I could get the same thing to happen with TheSB, my life really would be sorted.
Twenty minutes later, I headed downstairs dressed in peacock blue jeans, an oversized black jumper and heeled black boots. My hair was wound up into a messy ponytail, pink strands framing my face. My make-up was dark, the eyeliner totally on point and my lips were a glossy red.
As I entered the kitchen, Tris’ gaze homed in on me straight away, his eyes widening.
“Morning,” I said brightly, as if I hadn’t already fallen apart around his fingers pre-breakfast.
“Hello, Saff.” Col greeted me with a small smile. I wondered how much Tris had shared with him about our weekend. “Did you have a good time in Manchester?”
“Yes, thanks, it was great. Tris is fantastic company.”
He nodded. “Good to hear. You off out?”
“Yes, I’m meeting the guys in the band for drinks and a planning session.” I failed to mention the last planning session we’d had resulted in me getting in at five in the morning, drunk and stoned and we’d made no progress with our plans at all.
“Ah, I wondered when that was going to happen.” Jonas came out of his office, mug in hand, looking for a refill. “I’ve got a couple of things you should take to them. We need to talk before you go out.” He flicked on the kettle, waiting for it to boil.
I grabbed a mug and spooned some coffee into it. Might as well have one before I went out. As I poured the water into the cup, Tris sidled over to me.
“You look gorgeous,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. “Will I see you later? Or should I head home with Uncle Col?”
The thought of being woken up by Tris’ wonderfully talented fingers every morning was enough of a temptation, but I had to remember he had his own life too. “It’s up to you,” I said. “I honestly don’t know what time I’ll be back.”
He looked deflated at my answer. “Oh, okay.”
“Sorry, it’s tricky to judge what we’ll do. Sometimes when we start rehearsing, time disappears. Or if we start writing and we’re in the zone, we lose track.”
“Right.”
“I’m sure Jonas would be glad of the company though. He gets lonely when I’m not here.” I flashed my cousin a smile.
“Fuck off, Saff.” It wasn’t like Jonas to be so direct. “I’ll be in the office.”
I stirred some sugar into my coffee and followed Jonas. He was at his desk, back turned to me and I sat on the sofa, trying to see what was on his computer screen. From what I could see, it looked like a dating site.
“You’re not trying to get me on there, are you?” I demanded. “The pretend relationship is enough.”
“You told me last night you didn’t think it was pretend? What happened with you guys?”
