“It’s actually a pretty solitary life. All of those trite songs bands write about being on the road are true.” He leaned back in his chair. “Zane and I have been partying. But Connor is with Jen, and Ty has been a reclusive, sad clown.”
“Are you complaining, rock star?” I cocked an eyebrow, not exactly feeling sorry for him.
Jace sucked his lips in and then pushed them out. “No, no. It’s really fun. I’m just saying there are a lot of people around us, more now than ever. Everyone wants something from us, but aside from the guys and our crew, no one really cares about us.”
“Apparently, lots of pretty girls care.”
Jace furrowed his brow. “Do you want me to apologize, Alex? Is there something we need to discuss?”
Weirdly, the way he said it felt a little like he stabbed me, which was confusing. It wasn’t like I wouldn’t have hooked up with a guy. Jace and I didn’t have any type of commitment. I was picky, maybe I was hoping Jace would be picky too.
“I’m not shaming you, Jace. You are free to do whatever you want and whoever you want.” I sat back in my chair and hoped I sounded sincere. “Just like I am.”
“God, am I defensive much?” Jace’s face turned red. “I’m sorry.”
“No need.”
“You will.”
I rested my chin in my hand. “Will what?”
“Meet someone.” He looked down at the table, and I could have sworn that he gulped.
“Probably.”
“So . . .” He looked back at me again and threw me an apologetic grin.
“Tonight, we’re hanging out together.” I gripped his hand from across the table. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be, so can we just chill for a few more hours until you have to go back to the rock star thing?”
“I’d like nothing more.”
We both stood and looked at each other from under our hair. For me, I just wanted to reset the evening. I strode over to him and hip-checked him. In an instant, all was right between us again.
We walked for miles all day into the wee hours of the morning exploring the streets of Barcelona and taking goofy pictures of ourselves for our respective socials. We hit the major tourist spots, including, Sagrada Familia, Arc de Triomf, Casa Batlló, La Catedral de la Santa Creu, and the Port Olímpic. Along the way we did whiskey shots at an Irish pub, danced at a nightclub, and stopped for ice cream and made out in a downpour. I was having the time of my life. I’d never laughed so hard with someone other than Zoey. We made fun of ourselves and filmed each other’s increasingly crazy antics as the night wore on. When the sun was coming up, we found ourselves walking along the marina back to my hotel.
“We raged all night!” I did a little dance when the first light hit the sky.
“Welcome to my world.” Jace threw his arms wide and swirled around.
I wrapped my arms around myself, the whiskey coat had worn off and I was chilly from being damp. “It’s not a bad world.”
“You’re cold.” Jace wrapped himself around me. “Look at the size of those goose bumps.”
“I guess I am.” I had a full-body shiver. “And my feet are killing me.”
“Mine too. Let’s go back to your hotel. We can call a cab.” He kept me close and took out his phone.
I asked, already preparing to miss him, “What time do you go back?”
“Not until late afternoon.” Jace fired up a taxi app and plugged in our location. “Plenty of time to warm up under the covers. Among other things.”
I didn’t even notice the short cab ride back to the hotel, we were wrapped around each other with our tongues down each other’s throats the entire trip. By the time we reached my room, I wanted to climb him like a tree. Spilling through the door, we tore at each other’s clothes. Jace backed up to the roller chair and plunked down. Kicking off my shorts and boots, I yanked off my tank top and got to work pulling his board shorts down to his ankles. Eagerly, I reached inside the underwear he had borrowed from me and freed his hard length.
“Grab a condom from my wallet, Poppy. I want you to sit on my cock.” Jace gripped the armrests on the chair, his dick pointing to the ceiling proudly.
“Oooh, very bossy!” I teased, retrieving a foil packet and handing it to him.
He kept his hands where they were and challenged me. “No, you put it on.”
Carefully I tore open the wrapper and when I looked perplexed, Jace did me a solid and helped me roll the latex over his steely erection. Straddling him, I sat on his thighs with my hands on his shoulders and he pulled me flush against his torso. Gripping himself, he flicked the tip of his dick back and forth against my clit before feeding it inside me while clasping the small of my back to keep me still. Using the leverage of the floor with my toes, I rocked against him, pressing my breasts against his chest and leaning my head on his shoulder.
We stayed rocking against each other in the chair, and the pressure he kept at the base of my spine created the friction I never knew I needed against my clit. We weren’t moving at a fast or furious pace, but it felt magnificent. I was nearly caught off guard when I came hard, squeezing his cock tight with my contracting muscles. The intensity of the pleasure made me push from his shoulders, arch my back, and moan.
“You’re so incredible.” Jace moved me against him through my release, watching me almost studiously while remaining lodged deep inside me.
My body felt filled to capacity, and I never wanted to be empty again. “Ohhhhh,” I panted.
“Your body is insane, my God.” His fingers caressed my
