“Do you go back and visit?”
“Yeah, a few times a year, usually.” He downs a mouthful of the whiskey, passing it back to Segan. “We’re actually heading there in about three months to do a show.”
“You should come,” Segan suggests, peering over at me.
The offer takes me by surprise, my heart thumping heavily in my chest. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah. It’ll be fun.”
Segan says it so casually, not even realizing what he’s doing to me. Not realizing the hope he’s injecting me with. Pair that with the flirty look in his eyes, and my heart is soaring.
34
SEGAN
It’s late by the time we call it a night. Like, sun-will-start-to-rise-in-the-sky-soon type late—so, I guess it’s more early. Voss, Josiah, and I laid out in those lawn chairs, talking about the most random shit for hours, not even realizing how much time was passing.
Something has shifted with Josiah and me, and while the part of me who’s still scared to open myself up to him would like to act like I have no idea what it is, that would be ignorant. It’s the sex… isn’t it always the sex that changes everything? My only sexual experience outside of Josiah was Lana, and by the time we had sex, I thought I was in love with her, so I guess I didn’t notice how much emotion takes over after sharing something so intimate. Or maybe it was just never like this with Lana. We were young and inexperienced, hormones played a big role in our actions.
Sex with Lana just never, ever felt like it did with Josiah.
With him… everything is different. It feels like in addition to the mind-blowing orgasm he gave me, he also somehow managed to reach into my chest cavity and grab hold of my heart, ripping it wide open. Having Josiah in that way feels like clarity.
I’ve found myself watching him so much more than is appropriate since then. Like tonight, for example, watching him interact with my friends. The way his stormy gray eyes light up when he laughs. The way he looks so mouthwateringly good in the clothes he’s got on—it’s such a simple outfit, but country looksdamngood on him.
Josiah is the type of guy who, regardless of how loud or busy the room is, he’ll focus on the one person talking, letting them know he’s hearing them even when it doesn’t seem like anybody else is. He asks questions and listens, taking an interest in what everyone is saying. I already know the guys love him without even having to ask.
The three of us decided to call it a night, and we dropped a very drunk Voss off on the couch with a couple of pillows and blankets. I offered him one of the guest rooms, but he insisted the couch would be fine. Now, Josiah and I are padding up the stairs in the dark and quiet house, the air around us thick and supercharged. It prickles my skin, making my heart beat faster.
It’s late… so very late. So, we could end up just passing out in my bed as soon as we get in there. But I hope we do more than that. The blood coursing through my veins is on fire the closer we get to being fully alone behind closed doors. After watching him all night long, it feels like I’m a hair-trigger about to explode. How can someone doing regular, non-sexual things get me so hot?
Pushing open the door to my room, I let him enter first, walking in behind him and shutting the door. I stand with my back pressed against it, leaving the lights off. It’s pitch black in here, save for a nightlight in the ensuite shining in. Josiah stands in front of me, close enough that I can smell the whiskey on his breath, but not close enough to feel his touch. Ineedhis touch.
“I’m glad you guys came tonight,” I tell him honestly, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Thanks for inviting us.”
A smirk pulls on my lips. “You think Ash and Wade hooked up?”
He shrugs. “Maybe. But I don’t want to talk about Ash and Wade right now.”
A thrill shoots down my spine, my heart heavily thumping in my chest. “What do you want to talk about?”
Josiah steps closer, our bodies flush, his fingers going to the hem of my shirt, the brush of his knuckles causing goosebumps to spread all over. “I don’t want to talk.”
He drags the shirt up and over my head, letting it drop beside us, before reaching behind his head and doing the same with his. His eyes roam all over, my senses heightened under the weight of his stare. The room is so quiet, you could hear a pin drop, but the pulse racing in my ears is deafening. My body is so amped up already, and he’s barely even touched me.
His hand comes up beside my head, resting flat on the door as he leans in, his lips brushing against mine, but he doesn’t make any move to kiss me. Not yet. We breathe each other in, like we’re each other’s lifelines, feeding one another the air we need to survive.
My body yearns for him. It craves his touch like it’s never needed anything before. I’m gluttonous for him, and only him.
Josiah gently flicks his tongue into my mouth, a breathy moan falling from my lips at the contact. I want more. Ineedmore. He drags my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down and making me gasp, before sucking it soothingly. My cock is well on its way to fully hard, and so is his. I can feel it thickening against my groin as close as we are.
He presses a kiss along my jaw. And then another. And another until he reaches that spot below my ear that gives me a full-body shiver. He nips and sucks and licks before trailing along my throat and doing the same to the other side. Each time is like a shot of arousal to my balls. The hand that isn’t resting beside my head comes up to my nipple. He rolls and tugs it between his fingers, the tingling sensation felt from head to toe.
“Josie…” I breathe into the night just as he dips his head low, tongue flicking out against the hardened, sensitive bud. My hips instinctually roll into him, desperately needing friction. Josiah laughs, a dark chuckle dancing over my overheated flesh as he moves his attention to the other one.
The touch is minimal, nowhere near enough, but the sensation is out of this world.
