Jace (Kings of Country 1)

She pressed her eyes closed.

“Krystal.” His lips moved over hers. “Hey. Look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered open, her hands resting on his shoulders as their eyes locked.

He smiled down at her, one hand sliding beneath her shirt to lift her hips. Between the torturous rhythm he’d set, the kneading of his hands on her hips, and the look on his face, she had no choice. It was too intense. Too perfect. Too real. And it rolled over her with a ferocity she wasn’t prepared for. “Jace.” She gasped. “I’m coming.” In that instant, she split into a million blissful pieces—and every single one of them loved him.

He groaned, bending forward to kiss her and holding her against him. Watching his release was mesmerizing. His jaw locked, nostrils flared, the cords in his neck… He held nothing back from her and it left her shaken.

It took a few minutes to realize the bus was no longer moving.

“Shit.” She stared up at him. “Shit. Shit.”

“I’m taking it there’s a problem?” He was grinning, so damn gorgeous she was almost willing to ignore the fact that they could be discovered at any moment.

“The bus.” She squeaked. “Jace. We’re not moving.”

He rolled off her. “Got it.”

He was dresse

d in no time, smoothing the bed and feeding Clementine before she’d found something to wear. “I’m going to take this little lady out to do her business.”

Clementine danced on dainty feet, whimpering.

“I think she’d appreciate that.” Krystal nodded.

With a wink and a nod, he and Clementine left her alone. She sat on the edge of the bed, more than a little unsettled.

“Hey.” Emmy Lou poked her head in. “We got behind last night so we’re fueling up. Still an hour or so out.”

Krystal moaned and flopped back on her bed. “Good.”

Emmy laughed. “Don’t be too relieved. Travis and Daddy brought breakfast.”

Krystal covered her face. “Great.”

The bed sank beside her and Emmy Lou took her hand. “I’m pretty sure you’re the only one in denial at this point.”

She didn’t answer. There wasn’t a single thing she could say.

“What were you two working on?” Emmy asked. “Looks like you got a lot done.”

Krystal peeked through her fingers. Her sister wasn’t the type to make sex jokes. That was when she saw the music sheets in her sister’s hand. She giggled.

Emmy shot her a look. “Daddy seen this yet?”

“We just finished it.” She sat up. “Think he’ll like it?”

“He’s going to love it.” She handed her the pages. “You should show him.”

“As a distraction? Or because you think the song is ready?” There were so many notes, scratch throughs, and rewrites, she was amazed Emmy could make out any of it.

Emmy blushed. “It can’t hurt to show him the song.”

With a sigh, Krystal followed her sister down the hall to the main cabin. Her father, Travis, and Jace were all eating sausage rolls and laughing. Apparently, she’d been worrying for nothing. She and Emmy exchanged a “whatever” look.

“Hungry?” her father asked.