Page 112 of Fresh Tracks
She huffs another laugh. “I won’t say stop this time.”
She opens her mouth and spits right on the head of my cock. Slowly, she moves her breasts up and down, sliding them along my length. I match her, thrusting into her tits.
“Tell me the truth. You’ve wanted to do this since that day.” That coil of tension at the base of my spine builds to an urgent level as I get closer and closer to coming completely undone.
I nod, not even having to clarify which day she means. “I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”
She hums her approval at my admission. She lifts her hands from my thighs, cupping her breasts and pressing them together even tighter on my dick. She rolls her nipples between her fingertips, whimpering at her own touch. That little sound of pleasure snaps my restraint and I come hard, grabbing the edge of the granite bench. I watch as rope after rope of my cum spurts from my cock onto her wet chest. It slowly runs down her chest and over those little barbells. I’m half fucking tempted to lick it off of her so I can feel those piercings under my tongue again.
“Fuck yes,” I groan in relief, knowing that sight will be burned into my mind for the rest of my life. She smiles, licking her lips before lowering her mouth onto the crown of my cock. She hollows her cheeks and sucks, taking as much of me in her mouth as she can. I shudder again, grabbing her shoulder as she takes in every last drop.
“That’s my girl. You look so good with my cock in your mouth, baby.” I run my hand over her slicked hair and she leans into my touch. Her eyes meet mine and she hums with me still in her mouth. Slowly, she raises her head up and the tip of my cock springs free from her mouth with a pop.
“Come here.” I grab her hand, tugging her forward. Shestands up and I pull her down onto one of my thighs. I adjust my still hard and sensitive cock out of the way when she sits sideways, cradled in my arms. I hold her warm body against me and she nuzzles her head under my chin.
I press my lips to the top of her damp hair and she lets out a contemplative sound that I feel against my skin, barely audible over the sound of the water still trickling down around us.
“So, what’s next?” She kisses my collarbone, barely moving her head.
I look up at the shower head, humming in mock contemplation. “Well I know you might have the energy to probably try and hike up a mountain or something equally outlandish, but this old dinosaur could use a nap.”
She pinches my ribs and giggles. The sound makes my heart, still stressed from the thought of losing her less than twenty-four hours ago, relax another little bit.
“You’re not old. And I know this might be contrary to popular belief, but I do actually like to just chill sometimes. A nap with you sounds great right about now. That's not what I meant though.”
She rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me with those beautiful evergreen eyes. “I meant what’s next for us?” She strums her fingers along my bicep, tracing the faded barbed-wire tattoo.
That question brings an unbridled smile to my face. We've focused so much on what wouldn’t work. Our ages, our family and friends. My reluctance to be less private. We took her idea for this foundation and ran with it because we’re both actually excited by what we could do together. Outside of that, we’ve just enjoyed every moment together. I think the truth is that I still might not care that much about what my future looks like. I’ll see what rebuilding my relationship with music looks like, but only on my terms. I’ll keep working with the Sterling brothers becausedespite being pains in my ass, I have a soft spot for Slade and Sutton. Beyond that though, I want to take a page from her playbook.
I just know I need to be with her and I want to see where the universe takes us. That should be easy though, because she’s my universe.
I rub my hand up and down the back of her neck, feeling her melt into my arms. Her eyes flutter shut and I whisper into her ear.
“Whatever you want to do, Rainbow. I’ve been the frontman in my life for so long, I just want to get to enjoy the ride with you. This is your show now. I’ll follow wherever you want to go.”
CHAPTER 48
GRACE
PIZZA
“How the helldo you look that good?” I watch Tommy walk out of the closet, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans that hug his legs perfectly. The sleeves on his black and gray flannel are rolled up to show off his toned forearms and the first few buttons at the top are undone, revealing his collection of leather necklaces.
He smirks and shrugs at me, fidgeting with his bracelets before standing in front of me. He palms my hips in his hands, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of my black jeans.
“I could say the same thing about you.” He kisses me before letting his gaze roam over my body. We’re both in jeans and cozy flannels. Nothing fancy, but that doesn’t change the way he looks at me.
I slap him on the shoulder. “Matching outfits? You realize we look ridiculous, right?”
A low laugh rumbles up his chest. The hungry grin on his face when his glacial blue eyes meet mine instantly heats my skin. That damned smile has always gotten to me. If anything, I think it might be getting to me more now. It’s been a week since the avalanche, and every single time he smiles at me like that, I count my lucky stars that I still get to see it.
“You know damned well that I’ve never cared what other people think.” With my boots on, I’m practically eye to eye with him and I can’t bring myself to look away.
“We look like hipster lumberjacks though,” I toss my head back and groan.
His grin grows wider. “Good. At least it will be clear to anyone that sees us that you’re mine.” He gives me a slap on the ass before smacking his lips at me in a playful air kiss. “Now come on, let’s get going. Everyone is going to be waiting.”
I giggle when he grabs my hand and leads me out of the bedroom. I know he said he’d follow me anywhere, but I’d do the same with him every day for the rest of my life. The way this man worships me and looks at me, I know he only wants what’s best for me.
