Page 13 of The Fire and the Roar

I didn’t want to have to let him go. Again. Like we always did. A couple days here, a day there. At least we had a night together, and in our own room, not on some bus, like that time in Oregon. That was not a good time, no privacy, no nothing. But we managed it. Even though this motel was crap, neither of us cared. We were together.

A chill prickled over my skin, and I leaned over and grabbed his big black T-shirt from the floor, and slid it on. He smoothed it down my chest. I wanted to feel his clothes on me, his warmth, his scent. And when he put it back on tomorrow, I wanted him to feel me, my warmth, my scent.

The gold pink glow of sunrise filled the room through the flimsy curtains on the window. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” I whispered into his skin, and he planted a kiss on my head, keeping me close.

“Honey?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t have a present for you, not even a card,” I said. “I didn’t expect to see you, and—that’s no excuse, it’s—”

“Is that why you keep sucking my cock? That has to be a record, even for you.”

I laughed, pinching his stomach. “Maybe. But I miss my cock, and I wanted him to feel the love. My love.”

“He did baby, he did. Trust me.”

He picked up a box from a small plastic bag he’d dropped on the floor earlier. “I forgot, Georgia gave me these for you.”

Valentine’s Day heart-shaped candies. “She knows how much I love these—since we were kids.” I grabbed for a box, but Wreck kept them in his hand.

“I have an idea how we could put ‘em to good use.” He sat up over me, pushing the bedding out of the way, and ripped open the box, dropping heart-shaped candies all over my body. A shower of sugar. “Now that’s a Valentine for your man. A living card. That looks good. So good.” His fingers tapped on my thigh. “Let’s see what’s inside.”

I spread my legs, and he bent over me, licking at the candies on my tummy, my chest. He took one in his teeth and rubbed it over my nipples and dropped it in my mouth. I laughed as I chewed. Sugar was everywhere.

“Will you be my Valentine?” he said, licking a trail down my torso once more. A candy swiped over my clit, and my back arched. How he spoiled me. I raised my head to meet his gaze. “Why, yes, I will,” I said, curling my hips up to meet his mouth.

On a grunt, Wreck clasped my ass firmly, the sting of his sharp grip, the anticipation of his talented mouth cutting off my breath—yessssss.Like a speeding train, I got right to the edge, and because he knew my body so well, he stopped, flipped me over, lifted my ass, and bit it as I wiggled my hips in frustration.

“Wreck!”

He plowed hard inside me. I was a rag doll in his grip, and I liked it.

“I missed you, I missed you…” His cock drove faster, deeper.

My vision blurred. “Yes, yes, yes.”

After,Wreck’s head on my tummy, my fingers playing with his thick hair, I hummed that riff Eric and I had been working on earlier today….couldn’t get it out of my head. Still trying to find the right cadence of words to—

“What is that?”

“It’s the song I’ve been working on. I can’t get it right. I don’t know. Sometimes the words flow with the music. Other times it’s a cut and paste job that feels forced, and that’s the worst. I know it’s a process. There are times you have to let it go and let it dance on its own, and then you come back to it, dance it with it again and see what happens and be open to that. But right now it’s not working for me, and it’s frustrating, which is why Eric came in and helped out a little. He’s got a good ear.”

“He’s got a crush on you.”

“He knows where I stand. They all do. Anyhow, he’s a good guy. He pitches in everywhere, and he doesn’t bitch or complain, no matter how crappy things get, and as you know, things get pretty damn crappy.” My breath hitched.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Babe.”

I bit down on my trembling lip.Stop. Stop.

“Give me what you got so far.”

“There’s still no beginning, it’s just pieces.”

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