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“Jesus, stop talking!” Holls shouted.

I couldn’t contain my laughter. Fuck, that felt good. Laughter was something we desperately needed now.

And Ronin didn’t let Holloway’s complaint stop him. My boyfriend slid down over me, pulling the curtain closed.

“The audio’s about to start, so this is your only warning,” Ronin called out.

“Holls just headed down to the kitchen, but I’m happy to stick around and listen.”

Brodie’s sudden comment had me stifling another laugh. Then I heard Van’s voice, a gruff, “leave them be.”

There were footsteps, and silence after that. Well, not total quiet. I could hear the chatter from the front of the bus. Not that it stopped us.

Once Ronin and I started kissing, the world could have literally crumbled down around us, and I wouldn’t have noticed. Or cared.

Ronin tugged on my jeans, and I sat up. Or I tried to.

I yanked off my t-shirt, but my elbow smacked the wall. “Ow, shit!”

Then Ronin leaned up to do the same and hit his head on the upper bunk.

“We need bigger bunks,” I chuckled as he unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. “Or our own bus.”

He paused when he noticed that I’d gone commando. My cock was already hard and aching. He reached for his own jeans, shoving them down his hips, his dick slapping against his stomach.

“Mmm,” Ronin growled. “Seeing you naked in my bunk is my rockstar fantasy come true.”

My man said the most ridiculous things sometimes, but he still charmed me. I shook my head as I reached for him, for the lips that wrecked my control. Every fucking time.

“You don’t need to sweet talk me, baby. I’m a sure thing.”

“I’m serious,” Ronin bit out.

And then, he bit me.

Or rather, my neck, sucking on the skin and marking me. An uncontrollable shiver wracked my body. Why was each time with him better than the last?

“Oh, God.”

“No, just me,” he quipped.

Then his wicked tongue wasted no time, licking a sinful path down my pecs and over to my nipples. I’d never been more grateful to have piercings in my life. He teased one nipple, then the other, until I was a writhing, horny mess.

“Where’s the lube?” I moaned out.

“Under the mattress. But we don’t need it just yet. Lie back and let me suck you off.”

I was down with this plan as he continued to torture my nipples, tugging on my piercings. The fierce pleasure made me cry out so loudly that there was no doubt in my mind that everyone on board heard me. I felt the bus moving, gently rocking us back and forth. It pushed us together and then pulled us apart. Inevitably, like magnets, we held tight to each other.

Ronin slid down the bunk and pushed my knees to my chest. When he swiped at my hole with his hot tongue, I let out another dirty moan.

“Oh fuck, baby. More, please.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Ronin whispered as he shoved his face in my ass. I loved the beard he was rocking and the way the scruff scraped against my sensitive rim. My mouth opened but no words came out. The pleasure was that intense.

“Fuck my face,” Ronin urged. “Don’t hold back.”

I shoved my ass up, wanting more. Wanting it all.

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