“You fucking ran again. Left me when you knew I couldn’t stop you.” His strong hands hold my face.
“I’m sorry.” My eyes fill with tears, but I blink them back and tell the truth. “I was going to come back.”
“Fuck that. I came for you.” He fists my hair and brings my lips to his. “What do I have to do, Gia?” He shakes his head. “Don’t you get it?” His mouth claims mine as I lean into him and let him carry me away.
“My heart beats for you.” I blink at him through my tears.
This is our moment.
I groan and let his tongue take mine in a kiss that leaves every other one lacking. Our tongues twist and join as I taste bourbon and my own salty tears. Excitement snakes down my stomach and I cling to him, digging my nails into his neck.
He lifts his head. His eyes, like deep amber crystals, make my breath stutter as he allows me to see his pain.
His voice cracks. “Don’t leave me again.” His hand tightens around my hair.
“I won’t.” I tremble beneath his lips.
He’s a man, not a god. He bleeds like all of us. Somewhere along the line, everyone lost sight of that. He’s a master at verse, turning words into magical rhymes. But he’s also the scared boy searching the streets for his mother. The musical genius sleeping in our garage. The boy who makes all the girls cry.
“Rhys?” I place my hand on his heart. It’s strong and fierce and it beats for me. “I love you. I’ve loved you forever.”
“Let’s go,” he says softly as Ammo starts playing “Untouched.” All I can do is hold on to his warm, strong hand while he reaches down and scoops me up in his arms.
Helicopters circle around us. The crowd seems to have multiplied. Sirens fill the air as Ammo’s guitar and Nuke’s drum drown it all out.
“This is the LAPD. You all need to go home,” a voice says over the police department’s microphone. “This concert is over.”
A loud roar of “No” is the crowd’s answer. People are running toward us. Cars are honking. Crowds of people stop and abandon their vehicles. I look up and see that one of the helicopters is KTLA News. Great, that ought to go over well with my brother. I tuck my head into Rhys’s neck as he walks.
“Rock God, can I have your autograph?” They circle around us until he stops. And I slide down his hard body as he tells Ace to go. I slide in, watching the small mob scream, “We love you!”
They do, and they should. He’s given them his life up until now. He slides in next to me, pulling me onto his lap. “Take us to the Four Seasons.” Then he pushes the partition closed.
“Fuck me.” His rough hands pull the bottom of my dress completely off, then snaps my string panties off too. I grip his shoulder as the limo starts to move.
Sinking to the carpet, I grab his pants and unbutton them. Jesus, my hands are shaking. He lifts his hips as his hard cock spills out. I pull down his jeans and freeze at the sight: My name is tattooed on his thigh. Thorns and roses snake through the letters.
“Not now.” He fists my hair. “Suck hard,” he grunts, filling my mouth with his thick dick. My eyes instantly water and I gag, taking him in as far as I can.
“Fuck, I missed you. That’s it, Gia, baby, suck the tip.” With my hand, I pump him while I pull and suck on his piercing.
He jerks my head off him and lifts me up and onto the seat. “Spread those legs.” His mouth goes straight for my clit as I moan and scratch the leather seat. He pulls me to the edge and lifts me up so that both his hands are holding me open. Looking up at me, he grins.
His tongue goes straight for my ass and twirls around my rosette hole, making me moan.
“Why does it feel so good? I’m getting ready to come,” I whimper.
He moves up to my clit, licking and sucking while his finger goes into my ass. I start to pulse as he sucks my clit hard, his middle finger going in and out of my ass as my orgasm builds. I grab his hair and prepare to ride the wave.
Then I do. My body contracts and pulses in his mouth and on his finger. He lifts his head and reaches for my pierced nipple, tugging as he rubs it.
Sitting, he spreads his legs, his velvety cock standing hard and thick. I don’t wait for him to tell me. I straddle him and in one fast, exquisite thrust, I impale my wet pussy on him.
“Fuck,” he rasps. While he watches me, his nostrils flare.