Page 30 of Accidental Fire
I reached my free hand behind his neck and pulled him closer, our lips touching. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and glided it with his while stroking our cocks, using the leaking precum as lubricant. His sexy moans were fueling my own orgasm as it came at me at breakneck speed.
“Come on me, Riv. Let go.”
I moved my mouth to cover his as he climaxed because the dude was vocal, which I fucking loved, but I didn’t need the copspounding on the door of the semi. I followed him an instant later as white lights sparked behind my eyelids.
What the fuck just happened?
River and I panted together for a moment as we tried to catch our breath. Never in my life had I felt anything as intense as what I’d just shared with him. I was nearly brain dead, but as River’s head rested against my chest, I was sure I’d never be the same.
Honking horns interrupted me from a restful sleep. I was spooned around River and didn’t want to move. We were only wearing our underwear, having slipped out of our clothes before we fell asleep in the sleeper of my truck cab.
River’s head was nestled into my neck, his hot breath against my throat. I damn well didn’t want anything to interrupt the bliss I was in.
“Mmmm.” River’s eyes popped open, and a huge grin appeared on his face. “Hi.”
A quick kiss to the end of his nose was my first impulse, and I acted on it. “Hi, yourself. How’d you sleep? This is the second time we’ve slept together. You’re a good bed companion.”
He giggled. “So are you. Do I get a prize if we sleep together again?”
I laughed. “Hmm. I’ll consider it. We should head back to the resort. You probably need some rest since you have another show tonight.”
I pushed up to climb over him to get out of the bed so I could get dressed, freezing when River put his calloused fingers on my cheeks. “Do you regret what happened last night?”
“Do I what?” His fearful expression concerned me.
“You know, sometimes, people have a few drinks and do things they regret, like sleeping with someone. I don’t want to be a regret.” His gaze left mine.
I quickly rolled over and lay on my side, reaching for the shelf to grab an elastic band to put up my wild hair. “I’m not sure how I feel about it, honestly, but I don’t believe it’s regret.” I turned my head to stare into those deep blue eyes. “I don’t think I could regret anything with you.”
River rolled on his side and put his hand on my bare chest. Feeling his skin next to mine while we slept was…soothing. I’d never experienced anything like that.
“But you’re not gay, right?”
“Labels aren’t really my thing. Do I gotta know right now?”
River chuckled. “No. You don’t have to know or label yourself. We can just see what happens. I mean, if you want…”
I reached for his hands and held them. “Thanks.”
Leaning forward, I kissed his soft lips. The idea of no labels was exactly what I needed to hear.
Chapter Twelve
River
The Van Buren, Phoenix
“Hey, you clowns, time to get your lazy asses up. We’re at the venue,” Clancy yelled.
We were in our bunks, catching a nap. We’d been on the road since ten that morning, and the guys were hungover from the party after last night’s performance in Ensenada. I’d been able to talk them into no partying before the gig, but after we left the stage, all bets were off.
The plan was to fly back to LA after the gig on Tuesday night to get into the studio and start recording some of the new songs we’d been writing. I was going to hate leaving Kit behind, even for the five days until we met him in downtown Salt Lake City for the show at The State Room.
Poking my head out of the curtain on the front of my bunk, I saw Clancy gathering his cigar and book before he opened the door of the bus and walked down the stairs. I heard the loud “bum-bum-bum-bum” of the Jake brake on Kit’s Peterbilt, so I quickly opened the drape in my bunk to see him pull in front of the venue with our equipment. I hurried to get up.
Unfortunately, before I could get out of the top bunk and go to the bathroom, someone groaned loudly before slamming the bathroom door. The most disgusting sounds I’d heard in a long time echoed throughout the bus.
I quickly dressed in sweat shorts and a T-shirt, sliding on my athletic slides to hurry outside. I almost mowed down the man of my dreams as he stood near the door of the bus, talking to Clancy.
