Page 98 of Reverb
“That was some final song,” David said. He slid a hand around her waist. “Was that for me?”
She pulled him against her body. “Well, and a couple thousand fans. But mostly for you.”
He laughed and she shut that up by stealing a kiss that quickly became a demand for more as she gave in to his heat, the press of his body, and the thrum of her own pulse.
She fucking needed this man in bed.
He broke the kiss and spoke against her lips. “You gotta go do the rock star thing, darling.”
“Yeah, I do. But when I’m done, I’m gonna do you. Just you wait.”
“Baby.” It came out as a groan. He stepped away. “Gonna hold you to that.” So much depth to his voice.
Not an issue at all. She always delivered on her promises.
Thank goodness for the fans. Their energy and enthusiasm kept Mish focused on them and not David standing a few feet away. Though she’d practically burned for him as she’d changed, as soon as the band had sat down behind the tables, that took a backseat to all the fans and their joy and stories.
However, once they were at the hotel, every ounce of that desire came rushing back. The need to touch and kiss David. To strip him down and make him beg and scream.
Mish paced over the carpet of her hotel suite. David was with Marcella, making sure the rest of the band and the crew were settled and secure. There was too much time spent waiting and too much emptiness in this sterile, bland room.
Marly sat on the nightstand, butDavidwasn’t here. Mish stopped moving and closed her eyes. He had a job—one that took care of them all. She had to be patient.
Still, it seemed like forever until she heard a gentle rapping at her door. A glance through the peephole verified that it was the man she wanted. Mish yanked the door open, pulled David inside, and had him up against the wall before the door clicked shut.
His muffled grunt turned into a groan. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer, even as she used all her weight to keep him right where she wanted him. “Fuck, baby,” he murmured between kisses.
“That’s the plan.” She threw the dead bolt on the door, then hauled him off the wall and into her arms. God, she loved how he let her do that. David was all muscle, but he let her manhandle him, draw him across the suite in a tangle of limbs, punishing kisses, and discarded clothing, until he was half-naked and she pushed him down onto her bed.
His grin was astounding. And goddamn, he was beautiful. Toned chest. Those thick legs. “Man, I wish I’d thought to pack my strap-on. Kicking myself now.”
He laughed. “Always pack the dicks. That’s the one rule I’ve never been disappointed to follow.” He stretched those arms of his up and tucked his hands behind his head. “More seriously, I have no issues with you usingmineon me, though not my harness.”
Fair enough. She crawled over David and teased his lips with hers. “This is gonna be fun.”
She peeled the rest of his clothing off, then slowly stripped off her own as well while David watched, propped up on his elbows. His gaze flicked all over her. “You’re something else, Mish. You could have anyone you wanted.”
She’d had a lot of the people she’d wanted over the years. Not all, but that was fine, too. “Right here, right now, I want you.” His compact form, his muscles. The way the hair trailed from his chest down to his sex. Those fucking powerful thighs.
His smile was golden. “If you’re serious about wanting one of my dicks—” He pointed his chin over to a duffel against the wall. “I asked the hotel to bring that bag to your room.”
She’s noticed earlier. “How thoughtful.”
All tooth and sexy posing. “Figured you wouldn’t mind.”
Especially not now. “May I?”
He nodded, and that was all the encouragement she needed. Like before, the array of dicks was impressive, and this time, there were more. Some were realistic. Others were not. One was smooth, a thickness she liked, and bright orange.
“Safety orange?” She brandished the dildo.
He threw back his head in laughter. “It’s not one that requires a warning.”
No, there were thicker ones. But this one? She liked this one. She grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom and sat on the edge of the bed. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
“If I wasn’t, I’d tell you. I like my body—all of it.” He paused, and his voice dropped in tone. “And I’ve been fantasizing about you filling me. So, you gonna use that on me or not?”
Game on. She grabbed his shoulders and met him halfway in a blistering kiss that left them both breathless. Finally he used his strength, hauling her to him, and they tangled into each other. Flesh against flesh, his thigh between her legs. She rode that hard muscle, thrusting against it, then pushed him against the mattress before straddling him around the waist. God, the heat of his body. She smoothed her hands up his chest, over his pecs and nipples, then down those impressive arms.
