Page 55 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“Don’t hold back, sassy girl. Give it to me.”

I increase my pace and she moans as her walls attempt to strangle me.

“Gibson,” she growls as her climax hits.

I let go and pound into her. My rhythm is erratic as I chase the finish line.

“Mercy, Mercy, Mercy,” I chant as I come.

I glide in and out of her until our climaxes wane. Her eyes close and she slumps against the wall.

“I needed that.”

I grin. “We’ve barely begun.”

Her eyes snap open. “More?”

I kiss her nose. “Lots more.”

Chapter 16

Busy day – when you kick yourself out of your own bed

Gibson

I smile as I wake. I’m cuddled up to a warm body. A warm body I woke several times in the middle of the night to have my wicked way with. Mercy was a more than willing participant.

Mercy?

Shit. I fucked things up again. This is supposed to be fake. I don’t want a real relationship. Relationships end up with people using you. Exploiting you. I can’t risk it.

I unwind my arm from around Mercy’s waist and inch to the edge of the bed. When she rolls over and snuggles into the pillow, I climb out. I quickly dress before tiptoeing out of the room.

I step onto the porch and scan the area. What am I going to do now?

This is why I kick women out of my bed after sex. There are no awkward mornings after where I end up standing outside my house wondering where I can hide until the woman in my bed gets the hint and leaves.

But I can’t kick Mercy out of my bed. She’s supposed to be my girlfriend. Good thing Jett’s not around to watch this play out.

I shiver. October in Winter Falls is chilly. I need a nice cup of coffee to warm me up. And maybe some pastries. Bake Me Happy it is.

“What are you doing here?” Bryan asks the second I open the door.

I glance behind me but there’s no one there. “Me?”

“Yes, you. Mr. Rockstar who arrived home last night. You should be cuddled up in bed with your girlfriend.” He narrows his eyes on me. “Unless you and Mercy had a fight.”

I wag my finger at him. “Nuh-uh. You aren’t getting any gossip from me.”

“No fair,” he pouts.

“Can I get a coffee and a muffin?”

“Don’t you mean two coffees and two muffins?”

“You’re incorrigible.”

He grins. “But oh so much fun.”

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