But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t make the most of this while it is my reality. Lifting my hips to meet his, I clutch his body to mine, groaning as he ends our kiss and props himself up on one arm, his other hand sliding down so his thumb can press on my clit.
“I love it when you come with me inside you,” he whispers, his dark eyes boring into mine as his thumb draws lazy circles in time with his slow thrusts. “I love watching you fall apart. Being the cause of all that prim control shattering. It’s glorious. And I plan to make it happen as many times as you’ll let me for as long as you’ll let me.”
The circles get smaller, faster, his hips speeding up. “Yeah. That’s it,” he encourages. “Let me feel that pussy milk my cock. Let me make you feel amazing.” More filthy words fall from his lips, and I can’t help but respond, arching into his hand, holding myself open for his unrelenting thrusts, letting him drive me higher and higher until I’m spiraling down into an endless well of pleasure.
He drives into me harder, faster, grunting with effort, his muscles straining, and with a loud groan, he follows me, his last few thrusts hard, slow, grinding into me as he finds his release.
He collapses halfway on top of me, and I can’t help but wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold him close, stroking his back as we both regain our equilibrium.
After a moment, he props himself up again, brushes the hair out of my face, and places a soft kiss on my lips. “You are amazing,” he whispers. Then he withdraws, heading to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean himself up.
With a shuddering breath, I close my eyes.
This is going to be one hell of an enjoyable ride. But I can already tell that the come down when it’s over will be intense.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mason
Aaron plops his ass down next to me on the greenroom couch, almost too close for comfort. I toss him an annoyed look. “What’s wrong? Sam already tired of you, so you gotta come over here and sit in my lap?”
He chuckles, but doesn’t move far away. His eyes track Viola’s movements around the room, and even though I know he’s practically married to his girlfriend, I don’t really like the way he’s watching her. But I know Aaron, and he’s doing it to piss me off. The same way I’ve joked about sharing Sam before. It’s a deliberate dig. And he’ll eventually say whatever he came to say.
“So she stopped trying to freeze you out,” he says at last, his attention finally turning to me as he scoots over a few inches, giving me some elbow room. “How’d you manage that?”
I shrug, and say, “I stopped being a dick,” but I don’t take my attention off of Viola. She’s standing in front of Marcus, and they’re discussing something. She sat next to me while she ate, but she’s always up and moving while the rest of us laze around before we have to really start working. She works longer hours than any of us, though.
Aaron hums thoughtfully. “She ate dinner with you tonight.”
“Yeah. It’s not the first time.” I know what he’s getting at, but he’s gonna have to prod harder than that if he wants me to start gossiping about my chick. Especially here where anyone can listen in.
“I’ve noticed. Which is funny, because for a long time she’d only eat with Kendra or Sam or Ava. Especially Ava, though who can blame her for wanting to be close to Mila? That kid’s almost as cute as mine.”
I snort. “You’re not biased or anything, though.”
“Nope. Not even a little.” We fall silent, and I wait him out. He might be beating around the bush, but I know he’s going to get to the point soon. I hope so, anyway. We have meet and greets scheduled in like ten minutes, so if he doesn’t spit it out, he’ll lose his chance.
I can’t decide if I’m hoping that happens or not.
“What’s your plan with her?” he asks at last.
I look at him finally, one eyebrow quirked. “You practicing your what-are-your-intentions-with-my-daughter speech? Pretty sure V’s got a dad already, though.”
He snorts, but doesn’t deny it. He also doesn’t backpedal on the question.
I spread my hands to show that I really have no fucking clue what I’m doing. “You know me, man. I don’t do plans. But I like her. I want to see what happens.”
Running a hand through his hair, he contemplates my answer. “I do know you, Mason. And I know that Viola’s not like any of the girls you regularly sleep with. She’s a lot more sheltered, for one. Is she okay with the casual, sleep-with-whoever-you-want thing you’ve got going on?”
I scratch my jaw and contemplate my knees. “Who said I’m sleeping with anyone but her?”
Silence greets my question, and when I finally glance at Aaron, I shake my head at the shock written on his face. “Look, man. I know she’s not as … free with her affections as Blaire was. I’m not going to do anything that I know will hurt her, okay? Is that the reassurance you were looking for?”
Aaron stares at me for another minute. “Yeah, actually, it is. Don’t give her a reason to quit, please. I really don’t want to have to find another assistant.”
“Really, dude?” I snort and shake my head. “Here I thought you were worried about her. Turns out you just don’t want me to make her quit. Dick.”
He grins and stands, looking down at me with his arms crossed like he’s damn proud of me for getting an A on my spelling quiz. That look twists something inside me. For one thing, it’s a fucking condescending look to be getting from my bandmate. For another … I haven’t gotten that kind of look
