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River didn’t stop, and I couldn’t stop either. I blasted into his mouth. Hearing him gulping down everything I gave him made me weak in the knees.
I pulled him up from his spot in front of me and kissed him. Tasting myself in his mouth made my dick try to spring back to life.
“River, I don’t know what to say. I… You…”
River kissed my lips again. “Don’t say anything. Just let it be. We have time to figure it out, Kit.”
Chapter Fourteen
River
Kit’s phone chimed on the nightstand on my side. We’d shared hand jobs and steamy kisses before the lavender sky turned soft blue and we fell back to sleep. We had room service breakfast because we weren’t ready to let anyone else into our bubble of love—well, it wasn’t love yet, but I knew I was well on my way. I just hoped he was following me.
We climbed back into bed to take a nap, and I was wrapped up in his strong arms. I swiped my tongue over his nipple before circling it, which brought a loud purr from him. “How’d you know my nipples are sensitive?”
“I didn’t, but I do now. I’m thinking about getting mine pierced. What do you think?”
I really was thinking about it because it was sort of a rock-star thing to do. I’d noticed other guys in bands we’d seen, and several of them had piercings. I’d thought about an eyebrow piercing, but that wasn’t edgy enough—not that I was really an edgy guy. Pierced nipples were cool, and I’d read online that they could increase sensitivity. Imagining Kit tugging on a nipple barbell as he railed me into the mattress made me suck in a deep breath.
Kit glanced at me and smirked as he reached for his phone. “I think that would be sexy as hell.” That sealed the deal. Piercing appointment…coming right up.
“Hello?” Kit answered his phone. He sat up and rubbed his thumb and index finger over his eyes.
I hopped up and went into the bathroom to get ready for the day. I had the idea of getting Clancy to move the bus to a park somewhere so we could work on some music for the show on Saturday night. It would be the first show that was recorded, and I was psyched.
I wasn’t sure what Kit had going on for the day—and I didn’t give a rat’s ass what Marshall was doing for the day—but Iwanted us to keep the momentum going from our first gig at The Van Buren.
After I’d taken a quick shower to get the dried cum off me, I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door. Kit rushed in and stood at the toilet. “That was one of Uncle Nate’s employees. She’s coming here to take over managing the tour. She’ll tell you more.”
I stepped out to allow him to pee in private, but I smirked. The man had no modesty issues at all. I admired the bold way he approached life. Maybe I could figure out how to do the same?
When he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, his hair was also wet, and he was wearing a towel. He flopped onto the bed, pulling me down with him. “What’s up for the rock star today?”
“I think I’m going to beg Clancy to get the bus out of the garage and find a park somewhere for us to get some fresh air and do some work on our set list. We’re going to make each show unique. The metal songs will be played acoustically for one show, and the acoustic songs we’ll thrash in that same show. The next show will be something entirely different. What do you think?”
In that instant, Kit’s opinion meant everything to me. Now that I knew he was Nate Ashby’s nephew, maybe we could get insight into the head of our record label that would work to our advantage. We could give him an album that would justify his projection that we’d make him a lot of money in the future.
If we knew what Mr. Ashby wanted from us, we could do a better job of giving it to him instead of dealing with Marshall, who bent everything to his whim to make more money for himself.
I needed to call Skyler about Marshall. Something was going on with the asshole, and I had no idea what it was, but I was tired of him taking advantage of us.
“I think that’s a great idea, and I’m sure he’ll be happy to do it. I’ll go meet Olive Chevalier at the airport and bring her to you guys. Will you invite Kensington to go with you? Does he still work for the band?” Kit asked as he kissed the middle of my hairless chest and sat up.
Sitting up next to him, I kissed his shoulder, happy for the freedom to put my lips on him when I wanted. “For now, he still works for us. I need to discuss his behavior with the rest of the band. I mean, Marshall took a chance on us, and I appreciate that, but something is going on with him, and he’s acting crazy. The Marshall we’re dealing with now? He’s not the guy we signed with.”
“Okay. I agree, but I don’t really wanna talk about Marshall Kensington. Would you have dinner with me tonight? You go with the guys and practice and write, and tonight, we break off from the group and find a nice place for margaritas and tacos. This city is a foodie’s paradise.” He gave me a soft kiss, which touched my heart.
“I’d love to go on a date with you—I mean, is it adate?” I felt stupid asking.
Kit unexpectedly took my hand and stared into my eyes. “Yes. It’s adate. I want nothing more than to take you on a date, River.”
My heart smiled, I was sure. “I wanna go on a date with you too, Kit. Is Kit your real name?” It was cute, but it seemed like a nickname.
“My full name is Christopher Lars Hansen. My father is Leif. We’re descended from Vikings.”
“Wow! Vikings? That’s cool. Have you ever gone back to…? Is it Norway? Are Vikings from Norway?”
Kit laughed. “Vikings are said to be from all around Scandinavia—Sweden, Norway, and Denmark. My father says we come from Norway, and he even speaks a little Norwegian,which he learned from his grandfather. All I know is god morgen, which is good morning. Pop has tons of stories about our ancestors, and I think only about ten percent of themmightbe true. Anyway, dinner at eight? Will that work for you?”
