Rock the Band
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My tongue darted out and drew the figure eight around her sweet spot. Fingers grabbed my hair and urged me in deeper. A quick peek at her face told me she was close. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she propped herself up with one hand while she plucked her nipple with the other.
I circled her opening before ramming a finger inside her.
“God, Noel!” she screamed and locked her ankles behind my head.
She needed off badly. I sucked her clit in my mouth, tasting all of her in the process, then flicked it with my tongue as fast as I could.
She sucked in a quick breath and groaned as she came hard against my lips while her walls clenched greedily at my finger. She let my head go but still writhed with need before me.
I stood up and picked her up from the counter, anxious to be inside her.
“Turn around,” I ordered roughly in her ear, desperately needing release of my own.
The soft skin of her back pressed against my chest, and it took everything in me not to ram my cock deep inside her ready core. I whipped her shirt over her head and tossed it to the ground. I rubbed my hand across her back and then into her hair and finally pushed down until her elbows rested on the counter in front of her. I knelt in behind her and hiked her leg up so I could lap at her wet folds again. She pushed back against my tongue, eager for more.
She was so ready for me.
I rose up and grabbed the base of my shaft and rubbed it in her juices before guiding it inside her.
“Fuck!” It came out almost like a growl. It just felt so good, and I couldn’t stop myself from voicing just how amazing she felt finally wrapped around me.
I gripped her right hip with one hand and her left shoulder with the other as I worked in and out of her a few more times. Soon after she was good and ready I drove deep into her.
The noises that came from her mouth sent a wave of pleasure through me. I loved when she enjoyed something sexually as much as I did.
As I nearly was ready to lose my mind, I laid my chest on her back as I reached around her hips with my right hand. I fingered her sweet spot. “Come with me.”
“You like it when I do that?” Lane said, her voice full of passion.
Oh my God. “You have no idea how much I fucking love it.”
“Then fuck me harder.” My eyes widened with those dirty words coming from those sweet lips.
I bit my lip as I pounded into her full force.
“Oh, God!” she screamed as she gripped the counter.
“Ah!” It was all I could get out before my hot seed spurted inside her tight little body.
I lay gasping as I wrapped my arms around her waist. Every time with this woman was better than the last. We connected on so many levels it was crazy. She was truly my soul mate.
Chapter 7
The rest of the week flew by too damn fast, and Tuesday morning came before I was ready.
Kyle pulled up in the Escalade and honked the horn. I was thankful Lane was nearly better now that we were going back on the bus.
I carried our luggage outside and stacked it on the porch so Kyle could load it. “Hey, man. Find your way back all right.”
Kyle nodded and tucked his hair behind his ears. “Yeah, it wasn’t too bad.”
Lane came up beside me, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “I can’t believe we have to go back already.”
I sighed. “Tell me about it. I never get enough time off. Sometimes I feel like running away for a while.”
She leaned her head against me. “That’s a nice dream, but I think your legion of fangirls would track you down if you stayed hidden for too long.”
“If they’re hot, I wouldn’t mind so much,” I teased and she smacked my ass. “Ouch!”
She raised an eyebrow and shot me look that revealed she didn’t think my little joke was too funny.
I threaded our fingers together. “Come on. Let’s head back to civilization.”
About twenty minutes into our drive and hearing all about Kyle’s week with his girl Emily, Lane’s cell chirped. She dug into her purse and fished out her phone. “We finally have service.”
Even though I knew it wasn’t polite or good boyfriend etiquette to peek at her phone, I glanced down at the screen. Ten missed calls flashed before she dialed in the code to listen to her messages.
A distinctly male voice was on the line, and my ears perked up.
Lane twisted her lips as she listened and then after a couple seconds grinned. Why was she smiling? I was trying not to be a jealous dick, but I didn’t like it when another man made her face light up like that. That was my fucking job.
She hung up the phone and stared at me. “That was Striker.”
Both of my hands curled into fists on my lap. “What did he want?”
“To offer me a job,” she said. “Isn’t that great news?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“No? What do you mean, no? This is a great opportunity.”
How could she not see what he was doing? This job wasn’t a goodwill gesture. It was a way to keep her close. That asshole obviously still didn’t get it. Lane was mine and he needed to move the fuck on and quit trying to go after my girl. It wasn’t going to happen for him. “You can’t work for him.”
Lane’s eyebrows furrowed. “You promised you wouldn’t complain about any job I took. I can’t believe you’re acting like this. I know this isn’t the ideal situation or boss, but there’s nothing between Striker and me.”
A sarcastic laugh slipped from me. “Maybe on your end.”