Untwisted (13 page)

“I doubt it. Our kid won’t be perusing menus of sex toys until they’re at least fifty.”

She giggled. “I shouldn’t have let her look at it, but I forgot for a minute she’s only seventeen. Hell, not even quite seventeen yet. She acts so much older. Her boyfriend—lover—ick, whatever he was had to be our age.” She shuddered.

“She’s been on our own for a while. That changes you.” He brushed his fingers over her cheek. “I don’t know how it didn’t change you more. Shows how strong a will you have.”

“I’m naïve. Even with everything, I still want to pretend that people aren’t always out to con you. That sometimes someone might just want to be your friend or get to know you just because. No ulterior motive.” She gazed off in the distance over his shoulder. “This business fucks with your head. Everyone wants their pound of flesh. I guess it’s hard for me to understand that now I’m the one someone might want a piece of. I’m used to being the girl with nothing.”

“You were never the girl with nothing.” He rubbed her lower lip with his thumb. “You have more than anyone I’ve ever known. Right here.” He slid his hand up over the slight swell of her belly to cover her heart.

“You’re biased,” she said, smiling.

“Damn right. Don’t forget stupidly in love too. I’m sure I’m imagining all your countless attributes.” Laughing, he pulled her more fully on top of him and cupped her cheeks in his hands, drawing her mouth onto his. “Like the fact that you make the most of every pocket of time you’re presented with. Such as right this very instant…”

“Hmm, yeah, alone time isn’t something we get a lot of.” She glanced down between them. “And with him coming, that won’t be improving soon.”

“You’re absolutely right. So we should take advantage of every opportunity.” He flicked her nose. “Get naked.”

She grinned and sat back to tug her shirt over her head. The blush pink bra she wore beneath nearly made him weep. “You’re bossy.”

“You know it.”

A knock sounded at the door and he groaned, dipping his head back.

“Is that your special delivery?” she asked, waggling her brows.

“Oh yeah.” He nearly toppled her on her side in his haste to get off the bed. “Be right back.”

At the door, he met the hotel employee and tipped him in exchange for the plain brown handled bag that was about an inconspicuous as a heart attack. The grin and wink the guy sent him was about the same.

Gray shut the door. So much for discretion. This would probably end up in a tabloid next week.
Rockstars engage in night of debauchery
. Maybe they should break a lamp or two and throw a couch out the window to squeeze maximum juice from the story.

He headed into the bedroom, stopping dead at the sight of Jazz wearing only her unclasped bra and standing in front of the window with the glitzy landscape of San Francisco stretched out behind her. “Beautiful,” he murmured, dropping the bag at his feet and striding forward to grip her arms.

“The view? Yeah. I know—”

His mouth crushed down on hers, cutting off her words. He fisted his hands in her hair and stroked his tongue between her lips, snatching her breath and the moan that escaped. He wanted everything. Every sound she could make, every involuntary movement. He wanted to taste her sighs, revel in her complete loss of control. Knowing damn well she couldn’t—wouldn’t—lose control that way with anyone else.

He backed her up and worked to undo his jeans and boxers, not thinking about anything except maintaining the contact of their mouths and getting inside her. Nothing else existed. Molly could’ve walked into the room and he wouldn’t have been able to stop from lifting her up and pressing her shoulder blades into the window. She gasped from the temperature difference between her body and the glass, fueling his urgency as he spread her thighs. It didn’t require thought to aim. He just surged upward and she was there, a velvet fist, closing around him, trapping him in the oblivion of her slick pussy. One thrust and the frustrating day disappeared. It was all about them now. The way it had always been meant to be.

She clutched his shoulder and his hair, pulling, twisting. Rocking against him in the rhythm that belonged only to them, one they’d never had to try to find. It was as if it had always been there, waiting. This heartbeat between them, pounding faster, faster. Her breath caught and turned into a whimper. She squeezed him inside her, so tight he swore he’d never want to leave. Surrounding him, making him groan at the pressure of her bare breasts against his chest and her candy-flavored lips streaking over his. Moving like a blur, dragging him with her to the place he craved more than air.

Their place.
Theirs
.

Clamping a hand on her hip, he levered her higher on the glass, powering into her until he hit that spot that made her eyes go wide and blind. She cried out, the sound as sharp as the nails she sliced down his back. The flash of pain spurred him on, pushing him to go harder, deeper. Her head dropped back and he pulled his mouth from hers to nuzzle her neck, warming the area with soft, wet kisses until a tremor went through her again and he bit down, wresting another whimper from her throat.

Without mercy, he pummeled her against the glass, knowing he should hold back, trying to at least cushion the blows from his hips with his hands between her ass and the unforgiving window. But he couldn’t stop. She ripped something from him, an emotion he couldn’t tame if he tried. She was his life, and he’d die chasing this bliss with her. Into the sunset and beyond where only her fingers fumbling for his could reach him in the madness where he’d descended.

The madness of her and him, together. Finally.

He drew back and launched forward once more, his hands shaking while he tried to hold on while she struggled to lift her dark, sooty lashes. The moment their gazes connected, locked, he gave in to the unrelenting heat building inside him, letting go with a rush that drove his lips back down to hers. She offered him her breath and he took it, filling his taxed lungs with the oxygen she panted into his mouth.

Sweaty, victorious, somehow laughing like loons, they slid down the glass until they puddled on the floor. Her in his arms, still. Always. She dropped her damp forehead to his and wound her arms around his shoulders, trembling around him.
With
him. He clutched her tightly, wondering her if he’d ever be able to release her again.

Eventually she brushed a lazy kiss over his chin. “What’s in the bag?”

He chuckled as he tugged her bra down her shoulders. He’d been so wild for her he hadn’t even taken the time to push it all the way off. “Horny little thing.”

“Duh.” She swiveled her hips and embedded him even deeper inside her, causing him to grunt.

Christ, she was going to have him hard and ready to go again in no time if she kept flexing around him like that. She was soaked and hot, and knowing he’d gotten her that way in record time urged his still-simmering desire back to life.

“Go see for yourself.” He patted her ass and she got to her feet, wavering just enough to make him laugh. He didn’t need drugs to feel high around her. She was the sweetest fix he’d ever known.

She crossed the room and grabbed the bag then climbed on the bed to dump out his purchases. Kneeling in the center of the mattress, she laughed and gasped and muttered to herself about each item she discovered. Watching her obvious fascination made him harder and harder until he had to move or risk being permanently stuck on the floor. With an erection like he was sporting, he couldn’t waste a moment.

“So what’s first?” he asked, running his tongue along the inside of his lower lip as he steeped himself in how she looked. Tumbled dark hair, flowing everywhere. Ruby red nipples, winter pale skin except where his lips and hands had marked her. That heart-shaped butt wiggling while she ripped open packages.

She sat back and placed her hands on her thighs. “Um, everything?” She tugged out a thin flat item that had gotten lost beneath the rest and lifted an eyebrow. “A blindfold?”

Without responding, he went to her and removed it from the package. He waited for her to balk, to suggest they try something else first. No matter how close a couple was, a blindfold required serious trust, and God knows he’d given her reason to be wary toward him since they’d gotten together. Not for sexual reasons, but trust was trust, and couldn’t be turned on and off like a light. But rather than hesitate, she brushed her hair back over her shoulders and bent her head, making it easier for him to tie it on.

Her reaction made his chest constrict as he covered her eyes with the swatch of black silky material. The blindfold had been included in a section of “implements of sensual torture” like floggers and paddles, items he’d automatically overlooked. He wanted to watch her come undone, not put more marks on her luscious body. At least not now. They were both open-minded. Someday they might explore in that direction, when she wasn’t pregnant and he wasn’t already on edge about hurting her.

“Lock the door,” she said, and it reminded him they weren’t truly alone. Molly could come back anytime.

He obliged her then returned to the bed. Without waiting for him to ask, she settled back against the pillow, the legs she spread for him so willingly shaking with a fine tremor. He steadied her with a hand on her thigh before giving in to the craving for what was between her legs. Bending his head, he took one long, slow lick, tasting them mixed together before returning for more. Her nails scraped the back of his neck as she bowed up and parted her thighs even more, not hiding her urgency at all. She loved for him to do this to her.

Almost as much as he loved it.

Grabbing her ankle, he pulled her out flat on the bed and quieted her squeal by covering her dripping pussy with his mouth. One stroke of his tongue and she was writhing, the heartbeat against his lips throbbing frantically. He drew her piercing between his teeth and lightly tugged, making her bow up from the mattress.

“How fast can you come for me?” he breathed, and she whimpered, a sure sign it wouldn’t be long.

He’d let her have one more quick release before he took her up slow and let her fall.

Pushing two fingers inside her, he rubbed that swollen area that drove her wild in determined circles. He wouldn’t stop until she drenched his face. All that need pouring out, flooding his mouth. Wetting his lips so that when he kissed her, she could taste what he had.

“Gray.” The cry broke from her as he pumped his fingers deep. “Just like I used to imagine…” He stopped and she whimpered again, the sound pure plea.

“Imagined when?”

She whipped her head from side to side, a flush darkening her from her cleavage to the apples of her cheeks. So fucking sexy. He leaned up to nip her breast and she moaned. He knew she was probably itching to take off the blindfold so she would be able to tell where he intended to land next, but he was enjoying having her at his mercy too much. Her compact, lithe body and full, rounded breasts—even more rounded lately—and arousingly curved belly could keep him busy for a lifetime.

“Tell me.”

“Back at your parents’ house. When I was in bed at night…I’d think about you doing this to me.”

He turned his head and lapped at her other nipple until it stood in a taut reddened peak. Then he sucked it between his teeth and her hips jerked, her pussy tightening around the fingers he still inched in and out at a pace meant to prolong, not finish. “Then what did you do?”

“Do?” Her obvious confusion would’ve made him smile if he hadn’t been so deadly serious about his task.

“Do. Tell me, baby.”

The way she stilled told the tale, but he wanted to hear it from her pretty pink lips. In lurid detail.

His fingers swiveled as his thumb toyed with her piercing and she quivered, on the verge of soaking him the way he wanted. But not yet. Not even close.

“I’d touch myself and pretend it was you. Your fingers, opening me up. Exploring me the way I had to do to myself to ease the ache. The way you’d do to those girls in your room.” She sucked in a shuddering breath, causing her breasts to rise and fall. He licked his way between them up to her throat and the guitar pick necklace around her neck, continuing upward to her ear.

He didn’t have to tell her to continue, she already was.

“I’d have to try to be quiet. It’d get so hot in my room, and I’d push my covers down and imagine you walking in to find me with my hand in my panties, stroking myself.” She blew out a breath, her shoulders shaking. “I’d push my finger in hesitantly at first, then harder, deeper until I had to bite the pillow to stop from moaning out loud. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I’d slip another one in and think of your tongue on my clit, just licking and licking until I…oh God.”

“Mmm-hmm. Finish it off,” he said against her ear, his fingers tracing inside her in long, slow pulls. His thumb circling her clit and piercing while she started to quiver.

“I’d get my panties so wet. And the sheets. I’d come tasting your name, and it wasn’t ever enough.”

He shifted his head and spoke against her lips, moving them with his own. “What would make it enough now?”

“You. Your cock inside me. Please.” She gasped between each word.

Suddenly nothing sounded better. He’d wanted to tease her with the toys, take his time. But they’d have a lifetime to explore, and he couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Roll over on your side,” he said, shifting behind her and slipping his damp fingers out of her slit.

She made an impatient noise as he trailed them up her belly and helped her into position. Brushing kisses over her shoulder, he reached up to tease her distended nipples with his wet fingers. Her breasts were so sensitive now that with a few flicks, she was rolling her hips in eager circles.

“I use to fantasize about you too. But it wasn’t right. You were my sister.”

“I was
never
your sister,” she declared hotly, and he chuckled and drew her earlobe between his teeth. Tugging until she gasped.

“Didn’t stop me from jerking off in the shower and imagining you on your knees in front of me. Those pretty lips open.” He grazed them with the pads of his fingers. “Open up, baby. Taste us.”