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
