tighter. Her eyes drifted closed, and her lips parted.
“So beautiful,” I rasped, looking at her, but I was done with talking.
Done with restraint or finesse, I was inside her. She was mine to take, mine to possess. And possess her I did. Stroke by hard stroke. Hotter and harder. Again and again.
“Journey!” She lifted her hips, giving as much as she took. “Oh, Journey. Yes!”
Lotus gripped my ass hard, squeezing it in her hands on each downward stroke while her cunt clamped like a fist around my cock. She built the need in me to a fever pitch, making me crazy, driving me insane, to the brink.
Hammering into her, I fucked her hard, so hard. I gave her all of me, everything—the wildness, the untamable passion, the ravenous need. Her breaths were my breaths. Her body was mine, her soul even.
“Oh, Journey. Journey. Journey.”
She spasmed around my cock as she came. My balls drew up high, and heat burned in the base of my spine. Stiffening, I drove into her so deeply, I touched it, the sweetness, the essence of her, the unbreakable beauty. I wanted to immerse myself in all that she was.
“Lotus.” I growled out her name as ecstasy washed over me, but also a closeness. One I’d never felt before, a merging of her spirit and body with mine. “My Lotus.”
Lotus
AS SOON AS I woke up, I knew I needed to get out of bed and leave before Journey woke up and kicked me out. This was a hookup, no feelings allowed.
Well, I knew that was what he wanted it to be, but it wasn’t that for me.
Last night, no words were spoken after he pulled out. I’d showered first, like I did the time before. Only afterward, it had been dramatically different.
When he came out after his shower, Journey put his boxers back on and climbed into bed. Drawing back the sheet, he’d glanced up at me expectantly. Fearing he’d change his mind, I’d been silent too, but accepted his invitation and got into bed with him.
My heart read a lot in him wanting me with him afterward. Hope had sprouted wings and nearly flew out of my chest, but it stayed put, like I did, basking like a developing butterfly in a warm cocoon when he wrapped his strong arm around me.
I’d fallen asleep almost immediately. I didn’t intend to, but I felt so safe with him, and I’d been so tired until now when a dream had woken me.
Rising carefully, I propped myself up on one elbow. The approaching dawn providing light, I looked at him. Journey was on his back. His eyes were closed, and more than one light brown sun-streaked curl shadowed his brow.
I wanted to brush the curls away from his forehead. Stroke his thick mustache. Run my fingers through his beard. Explore all his warm skin, chiseled muscles, and colorful ink.
All of him tempted me. I wanted to touch and taste every single inch of him. I wanted to know, learn everything about him.
But for now, I settled for the opportunity to gaze at him without him knowing. It was best this way. If he were awake, he would know my feelings, see the burning intensity of my emotions in my eyes.
Falling, I was falling fast and hard for Journey.
He was a sensitive man who didn’t seem to want anyone to know he cared. Yet he did. Why else would he get involved in everyone’s lives the way he had?
Journey had quickly picked up on the dynamics in the band and had influenced the change in personnel. It was uncanny the way Saber deferred to him. I’d never seen him listen to anyone else. Not willingly.
Further, Journey understood Cork, the situation between me and my brother, and he got me, really got me like Storm once had. He also comforted me when asked, and he fucked me as if he were making love to me, not just last night but the first time too.
The only downside? He didn’t do relationships.
Sure, that was a big downside, a huge one that overshadowed the good things.
If he kicked me out of his bed again, I would be gone. Period. End of story. Falling as I was, this time it would be a crash landing. All the good that he was would be denied to me. Journey held the power.
But maybe, if I tried hard, I could convince him to yield some to me. Reaching like I had last night, I might grab hold