“Then you’d better take them off me too,” I told him. I tickled my fingers over his arms. I loved touching those arms.
“Maybe.” His fingers ran over the sodden fabric. I arched my hips to him, wanting much more than that. He couldn’t keep teasing me like this. It was inhumane.
I thrust myself harder against him. God, I needed him. Did he have some kind of inhuman self-control, that he could tease me like this?
“You’re beautiful, Fay,” he said.
For all his teasing, the look in his eyes said he wasn’t going to walk away. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
“Yeah, yeah, enough of that. Less talk, more action.”
“You’re also bossy.”
“Hey, I’ve waited a lifetime for this. Oh... Oh...”
That bastard really knew how to shut me up. The way he ran his fingers under the elastic of my panties and slipped them inside—how could I talk when he was doing that?
I’d become so swollen from all his kissing and touching that when he touched my clit, I almost screamed. Then he pressed harder, and I did scream.
Even with my senses slipping away from me, I had enough hold on reality to know I didn’t want anyone else on this tour hearing that scream.
I crammed my fist in my mouth.
But Crow removed my fist and kissed me, working me with his fingers the whole time. Oh, that swirly thing he did—I almost screamed again, even with his lips on mine.
I humped myself against him.
As he rubbed harder, I bit his lip. I couldn’t help myself. I bit and thrashed and arched.
As he pushed me over the edge, I had no idea what I was doing. The whole world had gone purple and red and a million other colors I couldn’t even describe. Holy God, I’d never known anything could feel so good.
I wanted to tell him, but I could only gasp for air. Words couldn’t form in my mind. I grasped at him, digging my fingers into his shoulders before I flopped back on the bed.
“Good?” he asked.
I nodded. “Umm... good.”
That was all my addled brain could manage. But, yeah, it was good. It was so far beyond good.
“I want you,” I said.
Suddenly, I felt shy. I couldn’t say the words, but I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to do all the things to me. Whatever he wanted.
“I’m not sure we should go further,” he said. “You’re so young.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I told him, my senses coming back. “I mean it, Crow.”
“You’re sure?”
“God, yes. I’m legal and consenting. What more do you need?”
“Condom,” he said.
Didn’t he have any? I sure didn’t. Why didn’t I? I should’ve planned ahead. Then he got something out of his pocket. I heard the foil crinkle.
“Lucky,” I said.
He laughed. Had he been teasing again?
“You’d better have more than one of those,” I told him. “A lot more.”
Then I gasped, because he’d stripped out of his clothes. A naked Crow was much better than I’d ever imagined. I’d seen his body naked in parts before, but not the whole thing.
There were so many things I wanted to do to that body. Those thighs on their own were enough to send me to heaven. I wanted to kiss those thighs and lick them. And his arms. And that stomach. Oh, man.
But I’d do all that later, because my gaze had moved to his cock, and if I’d wanted him before, I’d become a desperate mess now.
I reached out to stroke it, feeling it quiver beneath my touch. Oh, that felt nice. I wanted to keep touching it, but he’d rolled the condom on. The slimy latex covered the velvety skin.
He lowered himself on top of me, close enough for me to kiss his neck, where the skin was all salty and sweet. He balanced on his elbows, his hands stroking my face.
Then he edged his cock, not quite entering me, just teasing my entrance. This teasing thing had gone way too far. I raised myself up to him, trying to drive him in farther, but he retreated. He wasn’t going to let me control this, no matter what.
I hooked my leg around him, not letting him get too far away.
He inhaled, then edged himself in deeper. I cried out, half in pain from the size of him and half in pleasure.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes! Don’t stop.”
He moved slowly inside me, still teasing. I moved with him, trying to slow my urging to match his. The pain ceased as he filled me, leaving only pleasure. So much pleasure.
The gentle thrusting became more urgent.
Even though I’d hated that Crow wanted to go slow, this felt so right. It was so much more than just sex. I didn’t know where I ended and Crow started. The two of us blurred together into one.
My love for Crow swelled as I reached the peak of pleasure with him. He looked into my eyes, and all the feelings contained in that look overwhelmed me. That look pushed me over the edge, into freefalling. I clung to him, and as he shuddered into his own climax, he clung to me too.
No matter what anyone had said about him being too broken, too dark, I’d been right. We were right. One perfect unit, stronger and better together than apart.
Chapter 30
CROW AND I STOOD HAND in hand, waiting for the others in the lobby. It was our last night in Paris. The show tonight would be crazy, but for now, everything else had disappeared around me, and my whole world was Crow. I’d barely gotten any sleep, but that didn’t matter. Sleep seemed a waste of time when I could be with him, talking and touching and just being.
“Barcelona next,” Crow said. “Do you have a list of things to do there?”
“Sure do,” I said with a grin. “You know it.”
Exploring new cities with Crow was so much fun, but exploring Crow was even more fun. Lucky for me, I could do both.
When I dragged my gaze from Crow, I noticed Elijah grinning at me. He gave me a thumbs-up, then turned back to Rose. Wow, this tour was turning into a love-fest.
I had little attention for Elijah, though. Not with Crow this close. Our loving glances were interrupted by Fartstard.
“Where the hell are Damo and Polly?” he asked. “Have you seen them?”
I shook my head. I’d been so wrapped up in Crow, I hadn’t noticed they weren’t around. If anyone was going to be late, it wouldn’t be Damo.
“Are you sure he didn’t head over to the arena earlier?” I asked.
“Nope. And he’s not answering his phone. Matt and Fiona aren’t here, either. If people don’t get their shit together, this tour will go to hell. And I’ll be the one who gets the blame.”
I doubted that, since the public didn’t even know he existed.
Elijah and Jax had no idea where the others were, either.
“Maybe they went sightseeing and lost track of time.” Even though I said it, I knew Damo didn’t lose track of time.
“He’s not answering his phone, either,” Fartstard said.
A sheen of sweat covered Fartstard’s face, and he kept rubbing his nose. Even if we normally got to the arena with plenty of time to spare, Fartstard was feeling the stress.
“I’ll run over and ask the desk clerk if they’ve gone out,” I said. “It’s not like them to sleep in or anything.”
I hadn’t been down to breakfast, so I couldn’t say if they’d been there.
Before I could reach the desk, Damo and Polly got out of the elevator. Fartstard approached them, then stopped dead in his tracks. The look on Damo’s face would stop anyone. He’d gone pale, and he looked just plain terrible.
He gathered us all around him.
“I just got a call,” he said. “Fiona and Matt have been in a crash. Both of them are in hospital.”
My stomach clenched. Just when I’d been thinking about how happy everyone was.
“Shit,” Elijah said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are they going to be okay?”
Damo nodded, looking at Elijah. “I think so. Matt only ha
d minor injuries, but they want to keep him in overnight. Fiona, they aren’t so sure about.”
I shiver went through me. I didn’t want to think about Fiona being injured.
“Can I go to the hospital and see her?” I asked. “I want to do something.”
Damo screwed up his face. “I’m heading there now. You guys can do your run-through first, and we’ll go later.” He turned to Elijah and Crow. “You guys come with me. We have to change the set list for tonight so we can go on without Matt, and we can work that out on the way. I’m not sure if she can have visitors, but I’ll organize flowers from everyone.”
Damo kept shaking his head. The rest of us turned somber and stared into space for a while. On this tour, we’d become family. We looked out for each other. Fiona had kept to herself, but she was as much a vital part of that family as anyone else.
She’d be okay. She had to be okay. Even though she looked frail, she had a toughness in her.
I held Crow tight before he headed off. In this life, you don’t know what’s going to happen. You have to treasure every moment of happiness you can. I made a promise to myself that I’d always do that. What I had with Crow was a miracle, and I’d work hard every day of my life to make sure it stayed that way.
THE END
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