A Little Bit Dirty - Jenika Snow Page 0,27

door. After five years of living this life he was used to the lavish and posh surroundings that came with being in Twisted Feather.

Seeing the wonder in her face as she looked around at the rustic, yet lavish accommodations made him feel like it was all those years ago when the band had just gotten signed.

The money, fame, and everything that came with that life surrounded them to an almost drowning level. It was an almost high feeling that filled him as he continued to watch her, and when she turned around, and they stared at each other once more, he knew that he fucking loved this girl, and would until he took his last breath.

He may be young, but it was the kind of soul searing, air being sucked out of his lungs kind of love. It was just that chemistry someone felt instantly when they found The One.

“I’ve really missed you, Tanner.”

She took off her shirt once more and let it fall to the ground. “And leaving like I did was the worst mistake I have ever done.” Next to go was her bra, and when those large mounds became free of their restraints, they jiggled and shook until his cock started to harden again painfully. “And I wish I could take it back, because I was young and stupid, and missed out on telling you that I loved you.” She slipped her pants off. “I still love you, Jacks.”

She could tell him that over and over again, and it would still feel like the first time hearing it. “No more talking about what we should or shouldn’t have done back then, at least not now, Tanner.” When her panties were off and she stood there naked once again, his mouth dried and his dick punched forward the rest of the way. “God, Tanner, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking you, and that might lead to my cock falling off.” He hadn’t meant to be so coarse with his language, but it wasn’t because he didn’t respect her. He did, more than anyone else in his life.

They were both naked, their bodies now pressed tightly together, and their mouths on each other. He had his hand in her hair, tangled the strands tightly in his grasp, and devoured her mouth with his like he was starving and she was the only thing that could sate him.

Then for the rest of the night he slept beside her, and memorized every inch of her body with his mouth and tongue until her flavor and scent were ingrained in his brain.

He wasn’t going to walk away, and he wasn’t going to let her walk away again. No fucking way.

7

Beats sat on the bed, his drumsticks in his hand as he brought them down on the mattress in a rhythmic beat. He was a drummer, and his sticks were like another body part to him, but right now it wasn’t about creating a new rhythm. He was nervous as hell being with her alone in his room.

“I haven’t told you, but you look really well, Beats.”

He liked hearing her say the name the group had given him years ago. “You look great, too, Zoe.” He lifted his gaze from where he was drumming on the bed and looked into her face. Christ, she was so fucking beautiful with her long blonde hair, and those natural waves. He wanted to run his fingers through him, and in fact had wanted to do that so many damn times in his life it was a joke.

He was a wimp, a fucking pussy for not just saying what he felt, and for not telling her that he didn’t say anything this whole time because he was afraid of ruining their friendship and of the one he had with Lane. Her cheeks turned red from his compliment, and although he knew she cared for him he was a fucking bastard for not saying he cared for her, too.

“Thank you, although I’ve gained weight.” She started chuckling and picked at her shirt.

Yeah, she had put on weight, but shit she looked good. Before she had been thinner, but now she had a woman’s form, with curves that went on for miles and had him hard just thinking about what she looked like with no clothes on. He shifted on the bed to hide his growing erection. “You look good, Zoe.” He cleared his throat and looked back down at his drumsticks. “Your brother is good?”