it finally sinks in. It’s one of the RA songs we re-recorded last month. Ronni did it! It’s six-fifteen, Sunday, June eighteenth. Remember this, I tell myself. “Shh,” I say loudly when Crew looks like he’s going to speak again.
We look at each other as we listen to the rest of the song. Our lips move with the words. It’s not like we haven’t heard ourselves before, we have. All the time. But this is different. He’s never been on the radio. I haven’t either. This could quite possibly be the best moment of my life. Better even than when I got the job as the backup singer for White Poison.
After the song ends, I scream and jump in his arms. “We were on the radio!”
He kisses me more passionately than he sings to me onstage.
He carries me to the bed and lays me down. My robe falls open. He gazes at me like he’s never seen a naked woman. I warm under his perusal, aching for his touch.
He runs a hand across my inner knee to my thigh, then touches me there. It’s like he’s asking for permission. I bite my lip and nod my head. He puts a finger on my clit and I shudder. He works it to the beat of the song on the radio. If I weren’t so aroused, I’d laugh.
He slips a finger inside me, then another. I raise my hips, pushing onto them. I’m climbing, climbing. I’ve never been turned on this quickly and thoroughly. I should be embarrassed but I’m not. I’m lying naked before him, and he’s fully dressed. I’m not nervous either. I’m a bomb waiting to explode.
He’s working me with his thumb, his fingers still exploring inside me. Thrill after thrill shoots through my body as he possesses me.
“Bria,” he says softly.
Him saying my name is all it takes for me to clamp down and shout, “Oh, God!”
My head falls back on the bed and I breathe deeply, feeling the final surges of my orgasm.
When I open my eyes, he’s staring at the scar on my stomach. I grab his belt. “Now you.”
He hesitates, and I get the strange feeling he’s about to get up and run out the door. But he swallows and takes off his pants.
I’m not sure what just happened, but I think whatever it was is good. He sits next to me and pulls off his shirt. He might be the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Adam was sexy, there’s no denying that, but he was sexy in a I-know-I’m-sexy way. Crew is sexy for other reasons. And I could be wrong, but I think he’s exposing more than his body to me right now. In some way, I think he’s exposing his soul.
I take his cock into my hands, and he inhales sharply. I run my hand up and down the shaft. He’s long, thick, solid, and velvety soft. He leans down. “Do you have a condom?”
I point. He opens the nightstand drawer, looking in it and then back at me. I can see it in his eyes; he wants to ask me how often I open this drawer, but he doesn’t, because if he asks me about my past, he’d have to tell me about his.
He opens a pack and puts the condom on in record time, then gets on top of me. “Is this okay?”
I nod.
“Say it, Bria,” he commands.
Ooooo, I like demanding Crew. “I want this.”
His eyes burn into mine as he enters me. Then he fucks me fast and hard. I barely even have time to feel it before he comes. He groans into my shoulder and lies on top of me for a minute. I wonder if I’ve ever had quicker sex in my life.
He rolls out of bed and vanishes into the bathroom. I listen to him wash up.
A few minutes later, he opens the door and stands naked in the doorway. He grips the doorframe above him and shakes his head. “Were we really on the radio?”
I roll onto my stomach and let out an excited scream. “We really were.”
He sits beside me. “I should apologize. It’s been a while.”
I can’t help my smile. “How long?”
“Five months or so.”
My lower lip works its way into my mouth as I calculate how long ago we met.
He touches my bare butt. “What about you?”
I shrug nonchalantly. “About five months or so.”
“Adam?”
I nod.
“How did I compare?” He puts a finger to my lips. “You know what, don’t answer that.”