The Treble With Men (Scorned Women's Society #2) - Piper Sheldon Page 0,82

perfect than I could have ever imagined. Smooth slopes and sensual dips. Every freckle, every inch of skin, was a new area to be memorized and explored. I propped onto my elbows. “Kim,” I said awestruck. “You’re amazing.”

“Shh,” she said and straddled me right there on the floor. The Turkish rug scratched the damp skin of my back and legs but it could have been a bed of nails and I wouldn’t have moved from this spot.

She went to remove my boxers—all I wore—and I stopped her. “Kim.”

“I know. It’s too fast.” She sat back on my thighs.

“We should slow down.”

“Probably.” But she reached into my boxers and pulled me out, stroking down the length of me. A tongue dipped out to lick her bottom lip. “But where’s the fun in that?”

I groaned and threw my head back at the same time she said, “Oh my God.”

“Kim, we don’t have any protection. We shouldn’t—”

I hated my stupid, responsible self so much. My head was clouded. My balls were pulled up so tight, I dug my heels into the carpet to keep from coming.

“We won’t. Not tonight. But I need you—and you definitely need me.” She stroked faster.

I gripped her thighs to keep from losing control.

“Just this,” she gasped. “Because I wanted to see this that morning. In your bed.”

I propped back up on to my elbows to a sight I wouldn’t forget as long as I lived. Kim straddling me, touching herself furiously, as she stroked me. Her breasts bounced with the effort, and her skin shone with sweat. I wasn’t going to last a minute.

“Kim, I’m gonna—”

My hands squeezed up her thighs and she gasped.

“Yes. Please. Me too.”

And so we did.

Chapter 31

You are always in my thoughts.

DEVLIN

Later, after some clean up and redressing, Kim lay on top of me on the couch in the music room. I wanted to go back in time and fucking high five myself for deciding to put a couch in here. We could have used it earlier, but the rug burn on her knees was like the scratches on my shoulders. Battle scars. Frameable art.

“Turns out, I’m a bit of a horn dog,” Kim said. “Sorry I launched myself on you.”

“Never be sorry for that.” I looked down to where her chin rested on her balled fist on my chest. Her face was soft with happy sleepiness.

“Part of me feels like I should be a lot more embarrassed about the things I did and said … and admitted. And yet I feel so good I don’t even care.”

I kissed her forehead. “Never feel ashamed about what you feel with me. I loved every second of it.”

She buried her face into my chest and her cheeks were hot with blushing.

“I don’t know how I’m ever going to look at you again when we’re at the SOOK,” she said.

My chest tightened at the idea of the real world. When it was just the two of us, the rest of the world disappeared. I didn’t want to think about all that just yet.

“The mask will help.” I had meant it as a joke, but it came out ominous.

“So, that’s the plan then? Wear the mask for forever?” she asked.

“Pretty much.”

“Can I just say something?” she asked.

“Has anybody ever asked that question and not just said what they wanted to say anyway?” I tweaked her chin as I grinned.

She ignored me and pressed up on to her arm. There wasn’t a ton of room to maneuver so she sat up a bit awkwardly. Regardless, with her dark hair flowing around her and the satisfied glow to her cheeks, she was breathtaking.

“What’s the worst that could happen? So you were a teen pop star? So what?”

“Let’s not talk about this right now.” I tugged at the end of her hair.

“I’m not trying to ruin the moment. I’m just saying I bet nobody would really care. You don’t have to scare people to get respect. If anything, they’d think your background was cool.”

“Nothing about my time as a pop star was cool. I was thrust into a world I hated. I was used up by people who couldn’t have cared less about me and after about a year of undeserved fame, I fell off the map. I was dropped like that.” I snapped. I heard the tension amping up in my voice. “All my years of musical training, all my credentials and supposed gifts for instruments and composing, all forgotten. I was and will only ever be Erik Jones, one-hit