we’re bunkin’ at Darren’s place.”
“The tattooist?”
“Yeah. We all went to school together. When Sheri got in touch with him, he offered to have us over. That way, when we get up in the mornin’, he and I’ll just head for the shop.”
“What about Jason?”
Phil shrugged. “Maybe someone else will have availability to tattoo him. He’s been itchin’ for more ink.”
“What are you getting?”
His smile turned to a smirk. “You’ll see.”
“You won’t tell me?”
“Nope. I want it to be a surprise. It’s somethin’ I’ve wanted for a long fuckin’ while though, and I’ve been waitin’ for just the right time to do it. And it has to be Darren who does it.”
“Where is it going?”
“That’s a surprise, too.”
“Ass!”
“I am. Absolutely. And you love me for it.”
“I don’t know about all that,” I huffed with irritation.
“Liar. You love it that I keep a little bit of mystery in our relationship.”
“Is that what this is?”
“Sure. It makes it a little sexier, you know?”
“No. I’m feeling more annoyed than sexy.”
“You won’t when you see it tomorrow,” he said, laughing. “Should I see if he has time for you soon?”
I perked up at that. “Yeah. That’d be cool. I’ll see when I have some time off.”
“We’ll just take a weekend trip one of these days.”
“Sweet!”
“You’re too cute.”
Once back home, we headed upstairs to his room, and he pulled out an overnight bag, shoving in some clothes.
“Is it exciting, doing these interviews?” I asked.
“Uh…I guess,” came his reply from inside the closet.
“You guess?”
He emerged, tossing the bag next to me on the bed. “It was once, but it’s kinda routine nowadays. It’s cool to hear from fans, callin’ in and sayin’ what songs they like. I have a feelin’ we’re gonna get a lot of requests for ‘Louisiana Baby,’ and if they try to play it more than once, I’ll leave in protest.”
That made me laugh. “Not your favorite song then?”
“It’s served its purpose,” he replied.
“And what was that?”
“Lettin’ you know I was thinkin’ of you. It’s a real simple song, you know? The lyrics are pretty basic, and the music itself isn’t anythin’ to brag too hard about.”
“Maybe that’s why so many people like it. It’s basic, easy to understand, and gods forbid…catchy.”
“I suppose so.”
“It branches out over a wider audience.”
“I’ll spank you if you call it pop,” he warned, pointing a finger at me.
“It’s totally pop.”
He lunged, and I shrieked, suddenly finding myself facedown over his knees. With no chance to find my bearings, his hand came down hard with a resounding smack on my ass.
“You take that back!” he roared.
I was cracking up. I couldn’t help it. “No!”
Smack!
“It’s an abomination to your music genre!” I crowed.
Smack!
“It gets airtime with Britney Spears and Backstreet Boys!”
Smack! Smack!
I could only laugh at his spanking effort.
“You’re a fuckin’ freak, Kenna!” he shouted, rubbing his hand over the stinging bits of my bum. Lifting me, he positioned me to straddle his waist. “That gave me a chub,” he said, grinning.
“What doesn’t give you a chub?”
“Everythin’ you do gives me a chub. I’ve been at half-mast for the last month ’cause of you.”
Looping my arms around his shoulders, I wiggled my butt and ground into him, feeling his bulge swell.
“You’re askin’ for it now.”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
“What exactly are you askin’ for?” His deep voice went husky
I got wet. “You.”
“You got all of me.”
“I could really use your monster dick right about now,” I said, hearing his breath catch and seeing his pupils dilate.
“Yeah…” he breathed. “I could really use some of your pussy, too, seein’ as I won’t be gettin’ any tonight.”
His hands slid up under my T-shirt, palming my lace-covered breasts, kneading gently, rubbing his thumbs over my painfully erect nipples.
“Phil…” I whispered, my mouth just a breath from his.
“I got you,” he whispered back.
He yanked my shirt off, and I tore his over his head. Falling back onto the mattress in a tangle of tongues, lips, and naked limbs, we rid one another of the rest of our clothes in a frenzy. Settling between my thighs, he pushed home in one smooth long slide.
“Ohhh…” I moaned, arching up, taking him deeper.
He framed my face with his hands. “Look at me. Don’t close your eyes.”
He locked his eyes on mine, and it took every ounce of willpower I had to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head as my orgasm swept me up. I bit my lip so hard that I tasted the copper of blood.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, pressing his Third Eye to mine