Page 14 of King of Rhythm
“Gonna come,” I warn her, the electric pulse of my release already firing down the length of my cock as the words leave my mouth. With a grunt, I grind into her, my muscles tensing. Then my world explodes, pleasure gripping me as my release shoots out of my cock.
Shuddering, my movements slow and I withdraw my spent cock from the welcoming heat of Avery’s pussy. Rolling to my side, my hand goes to her soaked folds, and I swirl around her clit, not wanting to leave her behind.
She squeaks and shoves my hand away. “I’m good. Trust me, I’m good,” she laughs, snuggling in closer.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, contentment making my limbs heavy. If up to me, I would never leave.
CHAPTER TEN
AVERY
I’ve never spent much time snuggling with anyone. The few times I’ve hooked up with a guy, I sent him packing before the sweat even cooled on our skin. Bryce is a cuddler and strangely, I don’t mind having his arms wrapped around me as the scent of him blankets me. It’s oddly familiar and very comforting.
We both got up to use the bathroom and clean up and I expected him to want to leave or maybe poke around in my fridge for something else to eat. He surprised me by sliding back in bed and holding the blankets up, clearly expecting me to join him.
“So I just slept with a famous guy?” I figure best to get that out of the way so then we can move on to just what we have between us.
His laugh rumbles through him, vibrating me where I lay with my head propped on his broad shoulder. “I wouldn’t say famous. Not anymore. Seventeen years ago, maybe.”
Doing the math, I was around seven then and definitely unaware of popular music outside of maybe the CDs my mom played for us kids.
“What was the name of the band? A song I might know?” I persist.
His shoulder tenses up and I glance over in time to see his lips curving up into a grimace. “Our group was Men on a Mission and In the Zone was the most popular song.”
That sounds vaguely familiar. “Sing a little of it.”
Bryce pulls away from me and he definitely looks embarrassed now. “I was more a dancer than a singer and I just showed you some of my moves.”
I stare at him and arch an eyebrow refusing to let my lips twitch as I fight not to laugh.
He sighs. “You’re not going to be happy until I sing, are you?”
I bump my shoulder into his. “Nope.”
“Fine.” He scoots up against my headboard and begins singing, his eyes taking on a faraway look as his deep voice fills my bedroom. His voice is beautiful and as he sings, I recognize the song.
Goosebumps break out along my arms. I push up next to him, my eyes unable to leave his face, as they move over his features and try to peel away the years and envision him as a man in his twenties. A man my age.
I bet back then women were tossing their panties at him, screaming and crying his name as he sang on stage. No wonder he’s been with a lot of women.
My stomach clenches as I acknowledge the truth of who he is. Part of me had hoped that he was merely teasing me or making the whole thing up. He couldn’t be someone famous. He was just too good, too down-to-earth, and approachable.
He finishes and turns dark, expectant eyes on me. For a long time, I’m too stunned to utter a word.How did I end up with this man in my bed? Why is he even here?A bubble of panic wells up in me. “How can you like me? When you’re you?”
I didn’t realize I said the last part out loud until his hand is skimming along my jaw, the callouses on his fingers oddly sensual. “Because you’re sweet, funny, and because you’re you.” His lips part in a dazzling smile. “And because you took a chance on chatting with a guy playing bingo online and didn’t think that was weird.”
My panic subsides as his words soothe me. Once more, he’s just Bryce, the sweet guy I met playing Bingo. The one that worked his way into my very limited circle. Returning his smile, I say, “I can’t really judge because I’m twenty-four and playing bingo, too.”
“You’re not judgy at all.”
Guilt worms its way in, and I can’t quite meet his eyes any longer. “I am.” Before he can comment on that, I just blurt it out. “When we first met, and I saw how short…” I trail off, the words drying up on my tongue as I wince at how rude that sounded. Slowly, I chance a peek at Bryce.
His smile is gentle. “It’s okay. I’m not bothered by my height. Besides, it’s generally the norm for the man to be taller in a relationship.”
“You could date shorter women,” I put in, and want to bite down on my tongue the minute I say it. I don’t want him dating other women! Why would I even suggest such a stupid thing?
He laughs and wiggles a muscular arm behind me, pulling me even closer to him. “Yes, I could, and I have in the past. That’s not now though, and they’re not you.”
