Page 30 of Rock & Roll Nights: The Lila and Rivers Edit
Something I’d never had.
I brought my hands up to the buttons of her blouse and undid them quickly, spreading the material to expose her.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, brushing one hand down between her breasts and over her belly to the waistband of her cutoffs.
She arched up off the truck’s bed, breathing more quickly now. “Tease,” she gasped.
I felt a slow, gentle smile tug at my lips. “Just enjoying what I have in front of me.”
Her eyes came to mine, hot and needy. “Enjoy it faster, Rivers. In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re in a pretty public place. I’m not going to lay around naked forever.”
The smile on my lips got bigger. “You’re not even naked yet.”
One of her eyebrows quirked. “Like I said. Hurry it up.”
I didn’t need more motivation than that. I had her out of her shirt and shorts moments later, and seconds after that I was naked as well and laying between her legs with a blanket I’d found in the truck covering me. I leaned down and kissed her gently, trying to memorize the feel of her soft lips. And when I pulled her hands over her head in a position I already knew she liked, threading my fingers through hers, she let me, her gaze clashing with mine and her eyes darkening.
I found the opening between her legs with the head of my cock, closed my eyes at the sheer bliss of it, and slid into her, sheathing myself to the hilt. And fuck me, the girl was perfect. Tight and hot and welcoming and magical. It was everything.
Everything.
She gasped and moved her hips to take me deeper, and my thoughts shattered, leaving me with nothing but instinct. I pulled out and slid into her again, groaning loudly intothe silence. And then I pulled out again, nearly crying at the perfection of it. Lila’s hips began to rock with me at that point, keeping time with my motions as I moved in and out, in and out, my movements slow at first but growing quicker with each thrust and the building tension in my lower back.
I dropped my forehead to hers and closed my eyes, trying to keep myself together. But fuck, this girl. She was gasping now, her breath coming in short bursts with each thrust of my cock, and though I’d thought she was perfect before, having her this way, not in a rushed one-night-stand sort of situation but out here in a meadow, where we’d been watching clouds and talking about our lives...
The orgasm hit me before I was ready for it, my mind distracted by the magic we’d been making, and she met me there too, her body tightening around me as I exploded into her, her cry mingled with mine as it split the silence of the meadow. We clung to each other as we rode wave after wave of ecstasy, her orgasm dragging me onward onto higher and higher planes of need until I didn’t know if I could stand it anymore.
And the moment it ended, I wanted to do it again.
“Lila Potter,” I breathed against her neck, feeling both spent and like I was flying at the same time. “I don’t even have the words.”
“And here I thought you were supposed to be a writer,” she said, her voice colored by a smile.
“I told you already,” I grunted. “I don’t write love songs.”
But now, I wondered if that was a mistake.
Maybe I should start.
15
RIVERS
We screeched into town about an hour before the next show was supposed to start, and though every cell in my body wanted to go find Taylor James and tell her exactly what I thought of their little publicity scheme, I grabbed Lila’s hand, went into the hotel to get a key to my room and drop our things off, and then headed directly downstairs to the venue. This town was larger than the last, which meant our hotel had more than three floors, but the place had been built weird. Instead of housing the music hall in a different building, they’d decided to put it on the first floor of the hotel itself.
That little detail aside, the size of the town came with some complications. More people. More buildings. It would take more time to find Taylor, and I wanted at least an hour in which to give her a piece of my mind.
We didn’t have time for that right now.
A large part of my brain also didn’t know what, exactly, I was going to say to her. Was I furious that they’d left us behind? Yes. Was this one more publicity stunt done at my expense, after a lifetime of watching other people use my life for their benefit? Yes.
And that was starting to get really, really old, though underneath the hurt was an echoing thought that this was the life I’d signed up for, and at least publicity made me useful. I’d learned quickly how to be exactly what people wanted me to be, and though I had musical talent, I knew that my willingness to play for the camera was what really made my career. When I was young I’d been the bright new thing, smiling and performing at every stop. As I got older, I’d devolved into a moody teenager, and I’d let them see everything.
These days, I played the role of bad boy so well that I didn’t know where the public image stopped and I began. And I didn’t know if I could blame Taylor for taking advantage of my natural instincts for trouble.
Besides, there was a bigger, more important thought behind the anger at being used.
Taylor’s little publicity stunt had given me hours and hours alone with Lila. And it had been possibly the most beautiful afternoon of my entire life.
