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He groans as his words make me clench hard on him, increasing the perfect friction as hefinallypulls out and slams me back downhard.
“Oh God,” I cry, as stars wink behind my eyelids.
A hand fists in my hair, and when I open my eyes, Arlo is there, guiding my face closer to his. Capturing my cries with his own soft lips.
His other hand cups my breast, massaging the flesh until I’m under a lethal double assault.
“Yes!” I scream into his mouth as I come in a rush of sensation that leaves me boneless. All the frustration of Dodger’s earlier teasing is unleashed in a tidal wave of pleasure.
But they’re not done. Dodger continues pounding into me from beneath, and my orgasm rolls over, becoming a second, then a third. My body unleashes all the pent up orgasms of the last hour onto me at once. By the time he finally growls out my name and stills inside me, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come.
My flushed skin is pressed against the cool wood of the table, and I don’t think I could move if I wanted to. Dodger tugs me back, arranging me over his lap until I’m wrapped in his arms.
I glance down at my body, taking in the black smears that Arlo’s charcoal-covered fingers have left on my breasts and the dishevelled state of my clothing.
“I’m a mess,” I complain, wondering idly what my chances of retrieving my underwear from Arlo are.
“Good.” The satisfaction on Dodger’s face is almost enough to have me coming again.
Fortunately, Arlo isn’t such a barbarian. He leans forward, offering me a tissue.
“Thank you,” I blush, watching him clean his own hands thoroughly. “Can I… can I have my panties back?”
He shakes his head. “I’ll give them back when I’m done with them.”
My cheeks burn, and I look away sharply. I can’t decide what he means by “done with them,” and the question haunts me as I struggle to return my clothes to some semblance of order.
“Oh, by the way,” Arlo says, as the seat belt light bings back on. “Emma wants to take you shopping after we land. She heard you lost all your clothes.”
She… does? Shit. I don’t have panties on and one tissue is not enough to make me feel ready for an afternoon out with someone I barely know.
I shoot a pleading look up. “We can go to the hotel first, right?”
Dodger chuckles. “I think you should go out like this.”
Playfully poking him in the ribs, I wiggle my way into my own seat, do up the belt and let him drag me towards him for a cuddle just as the plane starts to land.
Twenty-One
Darcy
“Does this look okay?” I ask the mirror. “No, wait. Sorry. You look gorgeous. Go out there and make a friend.”
Positive self-talk for the win, right?
I look over my washed-out jeans and lightweight cropped pink hoodie. I bought it for the quote on the front that says “I’m not procrastinating, I’m doing side quests,” but I love it for how soft the fabric is. I’m kind of nervous about going shopping with someone whose entire job revolves around clothes, but Emma didn’t seem so bad when we’ve spoken before. Prickly, maybe, but some of my sisters are worse.
Plus, with the way the guys treat her, it’s clear they’re close. From what I’ve overheard, she’s been with them since their very first tour, along with Sully. As head of wardrobe, I have a feeling she’s going to be a formidable shopping companion.
I don’t normally do shopping trips with anyone except my sister, Royal. She knows what I like and feels no guilt over dragging me out into the real world and pushing me into impulse-buying everything I look twice at.
Somehow, I doubt Emma is going to be as enthusiastic as my sister, but I hope she’ll still help me get over my indecisiveness.
The band is busy with a photoshoot, so there’s no one to help me critique my outfit as I step out into the living area of the latest hotel and freeze as I come face to face with a young porter entering the suite.
“The band’s stuff is already here,” I begin, eyeing the backpack he’s carrying. “So what the hell are you doing in their rooms?”
Instead of answering me, he turns and rushes for the open door. The security guard is conspicuously absent from the hallway beyond as he disappears down it.
