Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

“Fuck.” He scrambled back.

“Rory.”

He vaulted off the bed to kick off his pants and pull out his wallet. “Sweet Blessed Jesus. I don’t even know if I have anything on me.”

“Oh.” I pushed my hair out of my eyes. I was so far gone I didn’t even think about protection. God, that was beyond stupid.

“Please, please.” He tucked his finger along the inside pocket of his wallet and held up a condom like it was a prize.

Right about now, it was. The best prize ever.

I crawled over to the edge of the bed. “Hurry.”

With shaking fingers, he ripped open the packet and rolled it down his length. “Fucking orange.”

I laughed and dragged him on top of me. “I don’t care what color it is, just that you have one.”

“Fuck yeah.” He crawled between my thighs and took himself in hand. Our eyes locked as he settled against me and slowly, so slowly, filled me.

The laughter drifted away. I winced at the fullness at first. It had been a few years since I’d done this. How many times had I just been a means to an end by the time this part came to pass?

Rory slid his arm under me and tipped my hips up to take me deeper. I gasped at the angle and when he drew out, I gripped his ass to bring him back into me. “So deep.”

“So good,” he said and covered my mouth.

I curled around him as he built up the tempo until we were both gasping and driving toward a common goal. Each thrust was more perfect than the last until there was no space between us. Just his hips and mine moving in tandem.

His fingers tangled into my hair as he twisted me onto my side and came at me from behind. He dragged my knee up and out until the cloying heat between us was now gone and my sweaty skin was shocked by the cool air. My nipples went tight and I bowed back as his mouth skimmed over that place on my neck that only he seemed to know how to find.

He brought his hand down to where he was sliding in and out of me and gave me just what I needed. One arm was banded around me as the other played me like a song until my thighs were shaking and my throat was hoarse from my screams.

The low, harsh groan in my ear was followed by my name in a twisted phrase I didn’t understand. It wasn’t English. Just a mumble of words with the sweetest lilt of something more.

I was too destroyed to hold onto it though. I had to worry about sucking down oxygen as pure pleasure drowned me.

Rory pulled out of me, then gently tucked me into the sheets before getting up to deal with the condom.

“Is this what lust drunk is?” Even I could hear how dazed my voice sounded.

He climbed back into bed behind me, this time with his boxers on. “No drunk I’ve ever been has felt that good.”

I smiled into the firelight. I liked the sound of that. “Me neither,” I whispered into the quiet.

He drew little circles on my belly with his fingertips until I was just about ready to drift off. But I had one more thing to say. “If I don’t see you before you leave in the morning, just know I loved every part of this.”

It might’ve been my imagination, but I thought he murmured, “Me too.”

Six

Rolling away from Ivy near sunrise to go to Kellan seemed like cruel and unusual punishment.

He’d texted me a bit ago, saying the kid seemed better. Loosely interpreted to mean: come now or don’t come at all.

So, I showered and got dressed and left a note behind for Ivy to enjoy the room while I was working. It still seemed like a dick move, ducking out with a note on the bedside table. But I couldn’t miss this appointment. It was the very reason I’d come this far in the first place.

Being with Ivy had been fun. More than I’d had in a lifetime. I still had no illusions that she’d be there when I returned.

One-nighters weren’t meant to extend past daylight. That was best for her—and for me.