Unwritten

by Jen Frederick

  “Where’s Adam?”

  “He’s calling to see if an Uber can come out here.”

  I sigh. Of course he is. “I think I’ll nap.”

  “Rudd?”

  “Why not?” he shrugs. “But only flag down Kias, Jeeps, and Passats.”

  “Why?”

  “Because those are cars driven by cute girls.”

  “I drive a Passat,” Davis says.

  “I know. I’ve always said you’re the cutest pussy I know.”

  “Fuck you,” Davis says, but he’s laughing as they exit the bus.

  Ian stops by his bunk to pull out a packet of cigarettes and his phone. “Ed and I are taking a smoke break.”

  “Um, okay. I think I’m going to go lie down. I didn’t get too sleep much on the plane.”

  “Uh huh,” he says.

  I can’t quite make out the weird tone in his voice and he’s down the stairs before I can ask. Shrugging, I decide to go to the back room.

  Back at the rest stop, Adam converted it from the U-shaped seating arrangement into the bed when I mentioned that I’d only gotten about two hours of sleep on the two plane rides to catch up with the guys in Baton Rouge. There was so much turbulence on the flight from Central City to Charlotte that I ended up spending most of my time hunched over, praying for the flight to end. The second leg, from Charlotte to Baton Rouge, wasn’t so bad, but it was such a quick flight we barely had time for beverage service.

  The bus is quiet without the engine running and with the guys all gone, it’s strangely silent. I know Adam’s busy trying to fix the bus. They need to be in Houston in a few hours, but I can’t prevent myself from imagining him appearing in the doorway, stripping his clothes off, and ravishing me.

  I haven’t seen Adam in nearly two months—and since the new tour started, that’s the longest we’ve been apart. Unfortunately, due to the delayed flights, I wasn’t able to meet the band until right before they had to take off for Houston, which meant that Adam and I had to settle unsatisfactory dry-humping.

  Once we reach Houston, we’ll check into a hotel and while everyone else naps before the show, I’m going to assault my boyfriend. Which is why I need to rest up now.

  I pull off my hoodie and yoga pants, folding both on the edge of the mattress, and crawl under the lightweight down comforter. Closing my eyes, I try to will my hyperactive body into a more restful state.

  After Rudd healed up, the band spent six weeks closeted in a studio. Adam and Davis wrote what seemed like a hundred songs before settling on fourteen. Some of the best songs were ones they wrote on the back of napkins or, in one instance, in Sharpie on a beach towel.

  Two of the songs were sold to tech companies for commercials that aired a month before the album’s release. The singles hit the Billboard top twenty and that was that. FMK was a success.

  I went on the East Coast leg of their tour, but had to return home to help take care of Dad, who supposedly broke his leg taking salsa lessons with Mom. I suspect, based on the grins they keep exchanging, that it happened while they were horizontal. Dad blames it on a slippery floor. Mom can’t stop giggling when he brings it up. Mortified, I’ve stopped asking questions.

  I sigh and roll over, pulling the blanket up over my head. It will be easier when we get to Europe. It’s all private jets and hotel rooms. No buses.

  A solid thunk has me sitting up.

  Adam walks in and presses the button to close the door. I watch with wide eyes as he toes off his boots and pulls off his T-shirt. His gorgeous tattoos, a veritable garden of delight, shift and contract as he moves around.

  He nods toward my pile of tidily folded clothes. “You got anything else on?”

  I pluck at my T-shirt. “This?”

  “Take it off,” he orders. His hands busily undo his jeans.

  I tuck one arm through a sleeve and then the other, but can’t bring myself to pull it over my head lest I miss even a second of this delicious striptease Adam is performing.

  “Get busy, babe. We’ve only got”—he glances behind him—“twenty minutes at the most.”

  He shoves his jeans down and his thick, heavy erection falls out. I lick my lips with greedy anticipation. I cup his shaft, holding the back of it so that I can run my tongue along the entire length, from tip to base and back again. The first taste of him inside my mouth is delicious. I can’t keep the moan from escaping.

  I close my lips around the broad head and then take him in as far as I can. He stares at me with lust-drunk eyes. His right hand reaches around to pull my hair away from my face while he strokes my cheek with the fingers of his left.

  The rough callouses abrade my delicate skin, but his touch is so tender, so loving. I love him in return, fluttering my tongue against he thrusts lightly inside my mouth. His cock is a beautiful weight in my mouth. His flavor rich and deep. I don’t want to let go.

  I whimper my disapproval when he pulls away.

  “Baby, it’s my turn. You have to let me taste you.”

  How can I refuse that. His broad shoulders muscle between my thighs and then it’s his tongue licking me from one end to the other. It’s my hands gripping his hair tight as he delivers stinging bites followed by sweet caresses.

  My heart races and the air in my lungs empties out. He leaves me gasping, full of longing and want and need.

  I claw at his shoulders until he rears up, warrior strong. His lips are wet with my desire. With one thrust, he’s inside of me, his piercing dragging along my sensitive tissues. My body stretches to accept him. He’s big and hot and fills me until I don’t know anything but him. I grip him so tight that he’ll have marks for a week.

  He bends down and kisses me. I taste myself on him, tangy and erotic.

  “Harder,” I urge.

  Above me, he growls. A hand slams against the leather cushion and a knee digs in between my legs. He wastes no time in giving me exactly what I asked for. His hips jack forward, his pelvic bone providing delicious friction against my clit. I grind upward, searching and then finding that perfect release.

  He’s not far behind me. Neither of us can hold out. We both miss each other so much. He shakes as he comes. It’s so magical with him. I hug his broad shoulders close as he collapses on me.

  “I love you.”

  “Same. Love you so much, baby.” He dots tired kisses along my forehead and cheekbones.

  I tighten my Kegels. “Round two?”

  A smile stretches from ear to ear. “Give me--

  “Yo, ETA’s about five minutes,” Ian interrupts with a knock on the door. “You might want to pull the coil off the fuel line.”

  Adam groans and starts to roll away, his delicious shaft slipping out of me.

  “Wait a sec,” I grab his arm. “Did you disable the bus for the sole purpose of having sex with me?”

  He grins. “Baby, I haven’t seen you in two months. I would’ve firebombed the bus to have sex with you.”

  “Oh, Adam. I love you, but that’s crazy.”

  “Yeah, well, as the song goes: that’s love.” And he winks at me.

  And I guess that’s the truest story that’s ever been written. Love is a crazy little thing, but I get to share it with the best man in the world.

  I caught feelings for Adam Rees. He caught them back.

  Acknowledgments

  First, I have to say thank you to the awesome readers who waited so patiently for this book. I know it can be frustrating to want a book and see the author move in other directions. I really appreciate your patience while I dabbled with football books and YA stories. Every author says she has the best readers, but I know you all are the best and don’t let anyone tell you differently!

  Second, that you to all the bloggers, reviewers and readers who take the time not only to read the book but share their thoughts with others. You are the backbone of the publishing community and you all don’t get enough credit or thanks.

  Thank you to my dear husband who is taking on so many other dutie
s so I can find the time to write and to my wonderful, beautiful, sweet daughter who is growing up into this amazing young woman.

  To my friends Daphne, Jill, Elyssa, Jeanette (again), Melissa, Meljean, and Lea, thank you for all your support and friendship. I’m not able to do any of this without friends.

  To Elle and Meljean, thank you for helping me whip this book into shape.

  To Nina for taking on the huge task of spreading the good word about this series and all the other ones.

  To Natasha and Nicole who help keep track of my head. I’d be lost without the two of you.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental

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  Copyright © 2017 by Jen Frederick

  Cover Photo © Rob Lang Photography

  Cover Design by Meljean Brook

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