He grins, hands on my back again, sliding lower, dragging over my jacket and settling over my ass, fingers spread wide over my ripped black jeans. I kinda love them there.
“I’m counting on that,” he says, giving a playful squeeze. “And yeah, Ev seems really cool. He’s definitely built like a linebacker.”
I raise my brows on a snort as I catch how my favorite brown eyes flick to the driver’s seat. “Ah. I see. You think he’s hot?” I whisper-shout. “You wannamount Everett?”
His cheeks turn pinkish andfuck, I missed that—his familiar blush on that golden-brown skin and how that perfect dimple pops out to say hi. “I donotwant tomountEverett!”
“It’s okay. I know for a fact half the crew wants to hump that mountain man. He never puts out, though.”
“Heard that,” comes in a low rumble from the front.
“Ignoring you now!” I call out before diving back in, pressing my mouth to Ty’s again, cupping his face, fingers sliding over that delicious stubble. I’m done talking for now. I just want tofeel. Ineedhim. My man, my world, mylife. I don’t give a fuck who sees it.
My heart skips a beat when he groans at the contact, parting his lips to let me enter on a husky moan. And when my tongue slides against his, I feel like I can finally fuckingexhale, fuckingbreathefor the first time in weeks.
It’s everything, it’s ecstatic, it’smineand more.
My head buzzes as he pets my tongue with his, fingers digging deep into the flesh of my cheeks the moment he feels the stud in my tongue and rips his mouth away—eyes wide and already hazy with lust. “Oh, shit. That’s so—”
I shut him up by biting his bottom lip, then lick the tender spot as he grunts, making damn sure he feels the metal. “I know, right?” I whisper against his lips. “Want to figure out how it’ll feel on your cock?”
He fuckingwhimpers,and the sound sends another surge through my dick. It’s oh-so hot. Ilovethis—kissing him,wreckinghim. Ilivefor it. I’m harder than I’ve been in foreverand Ihaveto tilt my hips, pressing against his without shame.Ev be damned.
We both let out guttural grunts at the throbbing contact through our jeans, and his fingers dig so hard into my ass, I swear they’ll leave bruises. But I don’t care. I’d tattoo them on my ass if I thought Ty was into it.
I maul his mouth—mymouth—and completely fuckingdevourhim. My fingers slide up, up, up in his hair, pushing his trusty cap off, and wrap them around the strands as I lick as deep as I can, sliding my tongue against his, searing us together. I’m stoking the flames and they’re building and building—until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
He groans on a shaky exhale. “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come in my pants if you keep kissing me like that.”
His voice is louder than he means it to be, because right on cue, Ev starts complaining.
“Please don’t get any cum stains in this car. It’s a rental and I want our deposit back.”
Ty flinches. “We’re not gonna—”
“Sure you aren’t,” Ev cuts in. “I’ve been on tour with rockstars for almost a decade. Cum stains are a given.”
“Well, it’s not gonna be a problem.” Ty slumps a little. “It’s deflated now.”
“Good,” Ev says, all business, while I grumble and rock into Ty again just to be a brat. “Just keep it in your pants until we’re back. I don’t give a fuck what you do on that bus of yours, but we’re keepingthiscar clean.Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Ty mutters automatically, and I almost think he’s joking, but his eyes widen comically as his mind catches on with his mouth.
“Sir?” I mouth, my grin getting impossibly wide before I whisper, “Do you need to tell me something? Did we just find a new kink?”
He cringes. His blush deepens. He’s so fucking cute I could eat him alive.
I chuckle and plant another one on him, before I nuzzle his neck, breathing him in as my lips slide over his warm skin, holding him as close to me as he’s holding me to him.
Home. He’s my home.
We stay like that for the rest of the ride. Wrapped around each other. Savoring every stolen second, every tender caress, every quiet, intimate touch.
And each breath, each heartbeat, counts slowly toward the impending, inevitable moment that we have to part again.
But I’m not thinking about that. I’mnot.
We’re exactly where we’re meant to be. Safe in this cocoon of affection. Content to exist in the now, where nothing else matters, except the love we share.
