Page 33 of Electric Wounds
I hesitate for half a second, but then shift to make room. Enzo slips into the small space next to me, his body immediately warming mine. The bunk is tight, forcing us close, and I canfeel the heat from his skin. His arm drapes around me casually, pulling me against his chest, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Enzo has an almost sweet smell about him, like vanilla or a fresh baked cupcake. It’s such a contrast to his typically aggressive personality, and I find it as soothing as his warmth.
“Couldn’t sleep?” I ask, my voice just as soft as his, curious why he’s joining me in my bunk.
“I was cold,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my cheek. His lips linger there, his breath warm against my skin. His hand trails down my leg, a teasing touch that sends shivers through me.
His presence is comforting and yet electrifying at the same time. I feel safe, wrapped in his warmth. He clearly was not cold. He’s like a personal heated blanket, making my bunk toasty and cozy. But I decide to let it be, snuggling into his chest, and before I know it, sleep pulls me under.
When I wake up the next morning, I’m sprawled across Enzo. My cheek presses against his chest, rising and falling with his slow, steady breaths. His hand is lazily tracing patterns along my back, down to my butt. The intimacy of it makes me blush at first, but the longer he continues his slow, languid movements, the more it feels natural. Like this is how things are supposed to be.
I tilt my head to look at him, and of course, he’s already awake, that familiar mischievous grin on his face. Before I can say anything, he pulls me into a kiss—hot, intense, and full of hunger.
With a groan, he pulls back, then shifts me to the side and tugs off my shirt, his eyes raking over my bare chest. Enzo’s eyes return to mine. His gaze is heated as his hand finds my breasts, teasing my nipples with gentle but firm squeezes. He leans forward, peppering my skin with kisses before suckingmy nipple into his mouth. Enzo laves across the sensitive flesh, skimming it with his teeth before switching to the other side. I moan and scrape my nails across his scalp, earning a teasing half-bite. I arch into his mouth, loving the feel of his tongue and teeth on my skin.
He’s quick to lose his shorts, ripping them off his body and throwing them to the end of the bunk. I watch, captivated, as he immediately begins stroking himself, his movements slow and deliberate as they slide up and down his thick cock. A bead of pre-cum bubbles at the top and I reach forward, swiping it off with the tip of my finger then depositing it on my tongue.
Enzo growls low in his throat, his movements quickening as he continues to pleasure himself. I can see the tension building in him, and I watch his hand as it runs across the silky length of him. His other hand returns to my breast, kneading the soft flesh and plucking at my nipples. “I’m about to cum,” he whispers, his voice tight. “Can I come on your chest?”
The request catches me off guard, but in this moment, I can’t think of anything I want more than to please him. I nod, my breath shallow. "Yes," I murmur.
With a groan, Enzo moves over me, his hand moving in quick, desperate strokes. His release hits my chest, warm and thick rivulets of white, and I watch as he finishes with a few slow pumps, his eyes locked on mine. He doesn’t stop there, though. He reaches down, spreading his release across my skin with his fingers, tracing patterns over my breasts.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers before leaning down to kiss me again, this time slower, but no less intense. His sticky hand presses against my shoulder, spreading his cum even further. He holds himself above me, and even though the moment is raw and dirty, it’s also oddly tender.
When the kiss ends, he pulls back slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t get too comfortable,” he teases. “After all that, I might need you again tonight.”
I roll my eyes, responding to his cockiness. “This looks comfortable to you?”
His gaze heats as it runs down the length of my body, then back up again, pausing on my sticky, cum covered chest. “Looks like the princess treatment to me.”
I give in, giggling at his comment. Enzo is just… Enzo. Arrogant, selfish, and a little bit of an asshole. But also, a man that I feel wants to challenge me, and have me rise, grow. I shake my head to clear the strangely sappy thoughts.
“I’ll be right back,” Enzo states, grabbing his shorts and disappearing, oblivious to my inner monologue currently romanticizing him.
He returns a moment later with a warm cloth, using it to wipe up my chest. He then turns and tosses it on the floor of the hall outside the bunk before laying back down beside me and pulling me against his chest once more. We stay there for a while, our breathing syncing up, the heat of the moment fading into a comfortable quiet. I feel content, cocooned in this little bubble of intimacy.
The sounds of the rest of the guys getting out of their bunks and moving throughout the bus begin to drift through the curtain. Reluctantly, Enzo and I pull ourselves out of the warm cocoon of the bunk and join the others for breakfast.
Enzo takes a seat next to me, his leg brushing against mine under the table. It’s a subtle touch, but when I try to move away, thinking he needs more space, he moves closer, so our legs stay connected. I glance at him, and he gives me a small, knowing smile.
“So, what’s the plan for today?” Marcus asks.
“We’ve got rehearsals later, but we’ve got some free time until then,” Jax replies, leaning back in his seat.
“New York today, right?” I chime in to confirm. I pretty much have the schedule memorized, but the days start to blur together the more time we spend on the bus.
“Yeah, have you ever been?” Enzo asks, as he grazes his knee lightly against my thigh underneath the table.
“Uh, no.” I respond distractedly.
“Perfect,” Dylan chimes in, already grinning. “Then we have an excuse to actually explore a little and leave the bus. We haven’t had a chance to just hang out in forever.”
I return his smile. “I would love that.”
“It’s settled then. Electric Wounds takes New York,” Enzo jokes.
TWENTY-ONE
ELECTRIC WOUNDS TAKES NEW YORK
