Page 127 of Reverb
“Your man was smart enough to reach out to me. He’s a keeper.”
“Yeah,” she said, “I know.”
“See ya, Mish.”
When she hung up, David gave her hand another squeeze, but he didn’t say a word. He still seemed blown away by their whole conversation.
They reached her apartment building, and Lorenzo greeted them both. She kept holding David’s hand until the doors of the elevator closed, at which point she shoved him up against the back of the car and took his mouth again. There was the moan that she so loved. The surprise and the surrender.
When she came up for air, his pupils were huge and his lips were plump. “It’s a little early to ask to spend the night, isn’t it?”
The elevator doors opened and she pulled him out into the hall. “Not in my book.” They tumbled into her apartment, and before David said another word, she had his coat on the floor and his shirt up and over his head. “You think you need to ask?”
They made it as far as the hall to her bedroom before she had him up against a wall again. The way he moved and squirmed when she did that was the best. She kissed her way up his neck and mouthed his beard.
“Gonna always ask.” He spoke between shudders as she ran her palm down his chest to the belt of his jeans. “Never gonna take you—or this—for granted.”
“Good.” She silenced him with a kiss and undid his belt and jeans. “Can I jerk you off? Right here, like this?”
“Oh god, yes.” He met her gaze. “Anything you want. Any time.” He quirked a smile. “As long as it’s not gonna get us arrested, you know?”
The next kiss she gave him was softer, more gentle. She slipped her hand into his pants and underwear, past the packer, and found his dick. The moan he made was absolutely the best thing she’d heard in ages.
She kept his mouth occupied while she stroked him off, enjoying the grip of his hands on her waist, then arms, then tangled tightly into her hair as she took him higher and higher. He thrust and moaned and practically climbed her body until he came, his groans deep and glorious.
He was beautiful like that, half-naked, drenched in sweat. His eyes were hooded and his smile was exactly what she missed so much.
“Fuck, baby.” He blinked his eyes open. “And me without my bag of dicks.” The smile gave way to a little sexy grin.
“I’m sure you can figure out another way to get me off.” Mish kissed the end of his nose.
“Dozens of ways.” The happiness dimmed for a second. “Missed you so much. Not just this. Everything.”
She kissed his forehead this time, tasting salt there. “Shh. Take me to bed and show me.” He’d been in enough pain—they both had during their lives.
When she gave him room, he took her hand and led her to her bedroom. They got halfway to the bed when he stopped in his tracks. “You tucked Marly in.”
“Every day.” Those treacherous tears were in her eyes. “He kept me safe every night, too.”
He rotated, and there was such agony in his expression. “Mish.”
“I love you.” She pushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. “Didn’t like what you did. But I never stopped loving you.” She paused. “And Marly reminded me every night that you loved me, too, even though you had your head up your ass.”
David’s laugh at that was part humor, part pain. “Yeah. I did. Getting better, I hope.”
“Yeah, you are. And you’d be even better in bed.”
This time his laughter was full of joy. He took her hand and drew her the rest of the way to the bed. Marly was set aside on the nightstand, and David proceeded to show Mish exactly how much he’d missed her.
Later, when they’d spent themselves too many times to count, she spoke against his warm neck. “We’re gonna make it, you and me.”
He stroked her back. “Yeah. Whatever comes, we can make it work.”
She truly believed that now. “Consort to a rock queen.”
“Best job in the world,” David murmured, and kissed her cheek.
Yeah. Everything was gonna be okay.
