Page 185 of Blue Moon

No, he was deciding whether to take a risk. Whether she was ready.

He crawled up the bed, tracing the contours of her body with his tongue, her skin salty. A year ago, if someone had told him this was where he’d be, that he’d have hooked up with the queen of social media, he’d have laughed them all the way to the asylum. And yet, here he was. He was ready for the “pussy whipped” jokes when he got home. Didn’t care, not when he had his girl.

“My feet,” she whispered, and he switched out the lube for massage oil. The time on stage took its toll on her body. She always returned the favour after he’d had a hard day in the gym, and her hands were almost as skilled as her mouth.

“No scandals today?” he asked as he got to work.

“Most people are being pretty nice, with it being my last show and everything.”

“Last show for now.”

“Maybe.” A pause. “Taliska Records got in touch again yesterday. Through my lawyer.”

“Oh?”

“Two albums and a world tour. They put even more money on the table.”

“That’s great,” Ryder said, even as his blood ran cold. “Sonic Flare’s loss is their gain.”

“I’m not taking it.”

“You’re not?”

“Money doesn’t buy happiness, and they wouldn’t even give me the rest of the year off. I mean, having the cash to buy, like, a huge mansion would have been cool, but what’s the point if I don’t get to spend any time there?”

“We don’t need a mansion, moon. There’s only two of us.”

“Right.” She tensed for a moment as he pressed his thumbs into the arch of her foot, then slumped back onto the pillow. “That feels so good.”

He slowly worked his way up her body again, and the taste of her alone was enough to make him come. But he forced himself to think of other things—field stripping his guns, crawling through the jungle, swimming through freezing water—until the urge subsided. Luna was relaxed now, exactly the way he needed her as he turned on a small, almost silent vibe, one of her favourites, and spread her legs wide.

“Happy last show day, moon.”

“More, give me more.”

Yeah. He decided he would.

With her mind elsewhere and her body boneless on the mattress, he took a deep breath and slid his throbbing dick into her. Waited for her muscles to clamp down, but it didn’t happen. Thank fuck for that.

He gave a tentative thrust and got a groan in response.

So far, so good.

It wasn’t as if this was his plan, anyway. Luna had suggested it herself, said that maybe he should just surprise her one day and get the hard part over with, but he’d forced a laugh and said it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if she knew it was coming. And then he’d filed the idea away for the right moment.

This was the right moment.

He bit back his own groan and leaned forward, supporting his weight on his arms as he willed himself to last longer than five seconds. Bare inside her, every sensation was magnified. Luna had planned for that as well when she started taking the pill two months ago.

“Is that a new toy?” she asked.

“Do you like it?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He leaned in to kiss her deeply, and his hips found their own rhythm. It took a while for the penny to drop, but when it did, her gasp was one of shock rather than pleasure as she scrabbled to pull off the blindfold with one hand while the red-painted nails of her other hand dug into his arm.

“Don’t overthink this,” he warned. “Just lie back and think of Candy Kittens.”

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