I laughed. “Hi, Ramsey. That was disgusting, by the way.”
“You heard that, huh?”
I laughed. “Heard it? I think they felt it in San Francisco.”
Ink chortled. “You oughta hear mine. You’ll really feel those.”
“No, thank you.” I patted Myles. “I’m heading back, all right?”
“I’ll come with you,” he said.
“No need. I know the way from here, and it’s not even that late.”
He leaned on me. “But babe, babe. Sorry, Lex, I mean. Sorry. Um. I’ve been drinkin’ since ten this morning. About ready to pass the fuck out. And plus, I ain’t sure I can walk in a straight line.”
“I’m not sure you can walk at all.”
Lucas rested a big hand on Myles’s shoulder. “I’m heading that way, too. So if you need help, I’m here.”
Myles looked up at Lucas. “You got it, dude.” He laughed, eying us expectantly. “Full House. No? Nobody? I used to love that show. Crow’s mom would let us watch TV and drink sodas, and we’d always watch that, and…what was the other one? Step by Step. Ahh, the nineties, man.” He waved at Ramsey and Ink, as if they were far away. “Bye, guys. You’re the coolest. Thanks for making me feel welcome, and not famous.”
He saw Brock, then, ambling up to the group. “That was a hell of a flight, man. I want you to know I appreciate you staying sober and flying us.”
Brock laughed. “Ah shit, he’s going maudlin.” He glanced at me. “Quick, Lexie, get him out of here before he starts crying on our shoulders.”
“I’ll do something on your shoulder,” Myles said, and cackled.
“Gross, dude,” Brock said, laughing. “Not on my shoulder, you’re not.” He grinned, gesturing at me. “On hers, maybe.”
I flipped him off. “Don’t you volunteer me for that, motherfucker!” I laughed, though, making a joke of it.
Myles wobbled, eyes on me. “No, I thought about that, but she’s too classy for that. Wouldn’t want to.” He smirked at me, winking. “I got other plans, anyway.”
“Yeah, passing out and hoping you don’t piss the bed,” Brock laughed. “And good luck with that, man. You are lit.”
“I never piss the bed. Well, not since I was super little. I did get so drunk this one time that I shit myself, though. But I was like, a kid, and Crow and I had gotten hold of a bottle of Everclear. That was a bad time.”
“Well, you better not shit on me while I’m in the bed with you,” I said. “You shit on me, I’ll never have sex with you again.”
Myles held his hand up to his heart. “I solemnly swear I will not poop the bed.”
I laughed, and angled him away, toward where Mom’s condo was. “Come on, rock star. Let’s go.”
“Not a rock star,” he mumbled. “I’m a country star. ’S different.” A muzzy laugh. “Rock stars are sissies. They think they can hang, but they can’t. Bring a rock star to a country show, and he’ll wimp out. We know how to fuckin’ party.”
I eyed Lucas. “You want to take his other side? I think this fella’s reached his limit.”
Lucas moved around to prop Myles up on his other side, and Myles grinned at each of us. “It’s a sandwich. Except the meat is on the outside, and the white bread in the middle.” He grinned at Lucas and then at me. “Big meat. Sexy meat.” He poked his belly. “No meat. Just a skinny kid from the ass end of Texas.”
Lucas laughed. “One foot in front of the other, Myles.”
And, step by step, we got him back to Mom’s. Up the stairs, into the condo, where Mom, Cassie, and Charlie were watching a movie—they paused it as we entered and regarded Myles with amusement.
“Wow, someone had a good time,” Mom said.
Myles wobbled his head, now finding it hard to hold it up. “Too good. This is tradition, though. Last night of freedom before going back out on the road, I get bomb-faced. Because on the tour, I gotta be the man. The honcho. The boss. Gotta wear the belt and twang but not too much, and sign for fans, and be on. And I love it. I do.” He blinked at Mom. “I do. I love it. But it’s hard, sometimes. So I go a little cuckoo, the night before I go on the road.” His eyes go serious. “I don’t do this much.” He looked at Lucas, and Mom. “Don’t want you to think littler…lesser…not as good of me. I stay cool. Just not tonight.”
Lucas clapped him on the back. “If you can keep it under control the rest of the time, I got no issues, son. You’re entitled to cut loose now and then.”
Myles nodded. “Gotta cut my bladder loose, is what. Back teeth are floatin’.”
I helped him, with some effort, into the en suite bathroom, where he pissed for approximately twenty minutes, braced with two hands on the wall behind the toilet. He shuffled, only partially dressed, to the bed. And flopped in.
I helped him undress, brought his feet up and onto the bed. Tucked him in. “Sleep good, rock star.”
He seemed oddly lucid, his eyes on mine. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“You’re awful polite when you’re hammered, you know that?”
He rested a hand over his eyes, and flopped one foot on the floor—to keep the world from tilting too much. “Ready for Tokyo, Lexie?”
I sat on the edge of the bed, toyed with his hair. “No, not really.”
He was silent a while. “You’re really not pissed that I went off and got hammered?”
“I’m not your wife, for one. And for two, even if I was, I wouldn’t begrudge you a night out with the guys, cutting loose and doing irresponsible guy stuff. I’m not jealous. I’m not controlling. I’m glad you had fun with them. They’re good people.”
“The best.”
“Why didn’t Crow go with you?” I wondered.
A sigh. “He said he was doing something important. Wouldn’t say what, but that I had to know it was important if he was missing a tour send-off bender.” He hummed. “Wonder what he was doing? I miss his ass. He been my best friend and my brother since I was just a little redneck.”
“You’ve never been a redneck a day in your life, Myles.”
He chortled. “You didn’t know me back then. I had a mullet. For real. A rattail. Thought it was the coolest thing in the world.”
“You did not,” I cackled.
“Did too. Long one. Ask Crow, sometime.” He was silent a long time, near to snoring. “Lex?”
I was about to grab water and Tylenol for him, but turned back. “Yeah?”
He slid his forearm off his eyes, peered one-eyed at me. “Glad we came.”
I wasn’t sure I agreed, but I didn’t disagree. “Yeah.”
“I see why your mom and sisters ain’t leavin’, now that they’re here.”
“Me, too.”
“If I wasn’t touring, I’d be here.” He paused, long and slow. “’Specially if you were here.”
I really had nothing to say to that—thankfully, I didn’t need to. He passed out, then, and I heard him start snoring. I grabbed the water, the pills, and slid into the bed beside him. I was a long time falling asleep, thinking about everything everyone had told me this past week, and wondering what the hell to do about any of it.
Myles
I woke up groggy. Dizzy. Thirsty. I cracked an eye open and saw water and pills on the bedside table. Thank god. I took the pills, and guzzled water until my mouth felt less like a desert. That done, I stumbled into the bathroom, and took a long, long piss. I made my way back to the bed.
And there she was.
Lexie.
Sleeping.
Facing away, the sheet lining her curves. God, she was gorgeous.
I was way too hungover to get an erection but yet, as I slid into bed and curled up behind her, I felt myself responding. It was…a unique sensation. Being in bed, and so utterly happy to simply be in bed, getting to go back to sleep, getting to feel Lexie’s lush, plump backside squishing against me, her skin soft as silk and smelling like vanilla and lavender. I was majorly hungover, and I was dizzy, and had an achy head and gut, but I was so
happy to be here with her.
I slid back under the veil of sleep, my hand on her belly, just under her breasts.
* * *
I woke up later, who knew when, feeling less hungover.
Naked.
Hard as a rock, my cock nestled neatly between Lexie’s ass cheeks. My hand on her tit, the lush big handful overflowing my palm, her nipple perky against my thumb. Her breathing was such that I knew she was awake.
“Mmm,” she hummed, sleepily.
I couldn’t stop my hips from moving. “Mmm,” I hummed back.
She sighed, and slid her backside against me. She was naked too, all bare skin and plush curves. “You’re alive,” she murmured.
“Barely.”
“You were pretty blasted.”
“Yeah.”
“You were cute.” She wiggled back against me. “How you feel now?”
“More alive. Less blasted.” I thumbed her nipple. Flexed against her. “Lucky to wake up to this.”
She turned her head to the side, a small smile on her face. “Oh. And what do you plan to do with this?”
I didn’t think. Just acted out of need, out of instinct. Slid my hand to her hip, to her thigh. To her knee. Lifted her leg aside. Felt her opening nestling hot and slick against me. “This.” And slid into her.
Bare. She was wet and tight and softer than anything, and so perfect. She moaned as I moved inside her, as I slid deep, felt her wrap hot around me and clamp. There was no way to hold back—just me and her, this moment, our perfect union, bodies joined and matched and moving together like puzzle pieces fitting into place.
I moved, filling her, feeling her spasm around me. Felt her fingers find her center, helping herself along as I slid sinuously in and out. Her breasts provided the perfect handhold, and I kneaded them, one and the other and both, thumbing her sensitive nipples.
It wasn’t slow, or long. I was there faster than I thought possible, and wanted nothing more than to topple over the edge as I felt her squeeze and throb and clamp. She bit her lip as she restrained a scream, writhing against me, clenching around me, and that was my undoing. I pushed into her, hips slamming against the juicy bounce of ass.
Gritted my teeth and groaned. “Lex,” I breathed, “Oh god…Lex.”
I was there, seconds from the edge.
She gasped, breathed a curse, and suddenly I ached, throbbed against nothing. She’d rolled away, snatched herself away from me. I didn’t have time to react, to even understand what had happened, and then she was resting her cheek on my belly and I was in her mouth and she was stroking me with one hand and cupping my balls with the other doing something to them that had me aching harder than I’d imagined possible.
Her mouth was tight and wet and insistent, and took so much of me, and her fist slid fast and soft around me and I was groaning, aching, throbbing.
“Lex…” it was all I could manage. I had to warn her. “I…fuck. I can’t hold it.”
She hummed, backed away and sucked a deep breath. Whispered against my throbbing erection. “Let me have it, Myles.”
And then I was in her mouth again and I had no chance, none. It was too good. Not as good as if I’d gotten to give her this where I wanted to be, buried deep inside her with her mouth on mine and her orgasm in synch with my own.
Close, but not as good as that would be.
“Coming,” I grunted. “Lex, I’m—oh fuck!”
Both hands stroking and pumping me, and her mouth was sliding around my head and she was sucking and her tongue was wild and slithering and circling, and I was aching to explode. I couldn’t. I knew she didn’t do this.
“You don’t want it, Lex,” I growled, holding back with every ounce of control I possessed, holding back until it hurt.
She pulled back, drawing her mouth off of my cock with a loud pop. Licked the tip. “Yes, Myles. I do.”
“What?”
“You arguing?”
I pulsed, fighting the need to come. Hips pushed up, helplessly thrusting into her hands. Balls felt like they were boiling over, aching with pent-up heat. “No, but you don’t do this. You don’t have to.”
“Don’t have to,” she murmured, smiling up at me. “Maybe I want to.” She licked me from root to tip, turned her head sideways and ran her teeth and tongue and lips along the side of my cock. “Maybe I changed my mind about what I want to do to you. To do with you.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Everything hurt, ached, throbbed, pulsed. I’d long since gone past what I’d thought was my capacity to hold back. “Lex, I swear. Just…do what you did last time. Let it go on me. I don’t need this.”
“But you want it.” She pressed her lips to the tip, kissing it sensuously.
I closed my eyes, because if I had to watch her lovingly kiss my cock, I’d lose the battle. “Yes, Lexie. I do want it. But what I really want is to come inside you, bare.”
“That’s the one thing you can’t have,” she whispered. “I’m giving you this instead. Because I want to. Stop fighting it.”
And then she took me deep, lifting up and pulling me away from my body and swallowing around me. She was squeezing me with her fists, hard, preventing me from coming even if I’d wanted to let go. Around my shaft, another hand around my balls, pinching off my ability to come. Her mouth went wild on me, then, bobbing fast, tongue slurping, taking me deep so I heard her swallow around me and gasp for air, and I had to watch.
“Fuck it,” I snarled. “Fine. But I’m gonna make you come with me.”
I reached forward and snagged her hips, lifted her up and settled her ass on my chest. She shifted so she was sitting on her shins, and lifted her ass into the air, presenting her sex to me—and I gratefully, willingly, eagerly pressed my mouth to her and tasted her. Slid my fingers inside her slit, found her magic spot and massaged it while I devoured her, hard and fast, bringing her to the edge more swiftly than she’d ever gotten there.
“Oh fuck, Myles—Jesus, what are you doing to me?” she gasped, pushing back against my mouth. “Fuck, I’m gonna come already!”
It was mere seconds—her hair trigger pulled so fast she didn’t even know she was coming until she was already there. She screamed, writhing against me, hands squeezing hard around me so hard I grunted in surprise, her mouth paused above my cock. She came, and came, screaming, whimpering, thrashing against me…and then plunged me into her mouth and let go of her grip on me, used both hands around me, sliding and pumping as fast as she could, and my orgasm was ripped from me. I growled through gritted teeth, and then as I felt the cum rise and the heat blast through me and the pressure release, I had no words but her name, chanted as she took me and took me, took all I had and then some.
I came, and it was an explosive eruption so potent I thought it was going to paralyze me, my back arching, cock pounding with the volcanic heat of climax. I filled her mouth with my cum and she swallowed, but not fast enough, and I came again and it spilled out past her lips and trickled down my shaft and she gasped and swallowed around me and I pulsed again, hard, and again, and again, and each time she gulped around me and more thick milky cum trickled past her lips and down my shaft. Each pulse shredded through me with wrenching power, until I couldn’t even whisper her name, couldn’t thrust, couldn’t do anything but let her hands do the work of pumping hard and fast around me, and then she slowed, and her palm cradled my balls and she pressed fingers to the sensitive sliver of skin just behind my sac and massaged as she used her hand to twist and slide around my shaft and her mouth suckled around the head, and I wasn’t sure if I was coming again or coming still, but it was another wild hot crushing pulse of body-wrenching climax, and I didn’t think I had anything left inside me to come, but somehow I did and she took that too, letting it spill out.
Finally, after an eternity of climax, she let me go and I collapsed back onto the bed. Lexie rolled off me and pivoted, bringing her head to my chest. She smiled up at me.
“That was…a lot of cum,” she murmured, la
ughing. “Like, whoa.”
I was limp, floppy. “Uh, huh.”
She palmed my jaw and brought my face to hers, kissing me on the cheek. “You dead?”
I nodded sloppily. “Uh-huh.”
She lifted my now-inert cock, let it flop back to my body in the mess. “Looks like you need a shower.”
I shook my head. “Can’t walk. Legs are jelly.”
She laughed. “It was really that good?”
I nodded. “Uh-huh. That good.”
“Better than the handjob I gave you back in Dallas?”
“Yeah.”
She traced her fingertip through the sticky mess pooling on my skin. “You mad I didn’t swallow it all?”
I laughed. “No, Lex, I’m not.”
“Just glad I didn’t leave you hanging?” I heard the edge of defensiveness.
I cupped her cheek. “It was perfect, Lex. Everything we do together is amazing and more than I could ever have thought possible.”
“Even if I’ll never let you raw dog me?”
I frowned. “Not usually one to argue with vulgarity, but that makes it sound like it’s something…dirty, and not in a sexy way.”
She sighed. “You know what I mean.”
“I know you’re trying to put distance between you and me and the emotions of being totally bare with each other, Lex. And I’m not going to push it.” I held her face, thumb grazing her cheekbone. “Yes, I want that. Desperately. You say it’ll never happen, and if that’s the case, I can accept that. I know you’re dealing with a lot, Lex, and I’m not going to put anything more on you.”
I slid out of bed, bringing her with me, stood up and carried her into the bathroom. Set her on the marble bench in the shower, turned on the water. Let it run hot. Adjusted it to a tolerable temperature and tugged her by the hand to stand her up. Kissed her neck. Her jaw. Her breastbone. She was holding her breath, resting her hands on my shoulders.
“My turn,” I said.
“Your turn?” Lexie breathed. “For what?”
“To make you come so hard you see stars.”
“You already did.”
“Not good enough.” I reached out and snagged the bar of soap. Lathered it up and began running it over her skin, starting at her shoulders. “Not to equalize what you just did to me. I feel like I owe you at least three more orgasms for that.”