Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

"Mal… Fuck." She rocks her hips in that same motion.

I let her lead my hand. I let her lead, period.

My eyelids press together.

I hold off until I can feel her pulsing with an orgasm. Until my name is rolling off her tongue again and again.

And I let go.

With my next thrust, I come. My cock pulses. She rocks me through my orgasm, her ass in the air, her hips making that perfect figure eight.

Once I've spilled every drop, I untangle our bodies and take care of the condom.

Lacey scoots up on the bed and pulls off her blindfold. Her eyes go straight to me. They're filled with something beyond the satisfaction of a fuck.

With something I want.

For once, I don't question it.

I collapse onto the bed next to her and pull her body into mine.

13

Lacey

Saturday night at Mal's place is perfect. We order dinner. We watch a movie—my pick (Sunset Boulevard, of course).

In the morning, Mal makes breakfast and tea, and I leave before I can worry about overstaying my welcome.

All week, we text about the video.

About nothing.

About everything.

Friday, he invites me to spend another Saturday at his place, to spend the afternoon with him before the show.

I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm awake.

Mal and I linger in the ocean for far too long. We laugh and kiss and drag each other under waves.

We have to rush through showers and dressing to hop into his car in time to make it to the venue.

I barely care that I'll have to retrieve my car.

I'm barely nervous about having to pitch to the other guys in the band.

But that tinge of concern is still there. We didn't have sex today. It's not a rush. It's not as if I absolutely need Mal every single chance I can get him.

Okay, it is that.

It's like he knows Adam didn't want me. It's like he knows how pathetic I was to stay for all that time.

I get lost in thought until we're parking, taking an alley to the back entrance of a club, and nodding hello to the bouncer.

The guy clearly recognizes Mal.

And he gives me that she's cute, good on ya look. Well, I guess he's shooting Mal that look. But it's about me.