Page 67 of Love Song, Take Two

“You were so not the rockstar I thought you would be. Gentle and shy and nervous.”

Maybe she’d watched too many movies about rockstars—Sid & Nancy, Rock Star and Almost Famous mostly—that she was convinced all musicians were sex gods who had alcohol running through their veins. She also liked to believe that everyone had the best hair too. Fletcher and his bandmates had erased that notion when she started following them around on tour. But still, she didn’t expect him to be awkward. He hadn’t tossed her around or manhandled her. In fact, he had been so fucking soft that night. Even the night before, he’d asked questions, he made sure she was okay and he touched her reverently. Like he was afraid he’d hurt her.

“I didn’t want to come off as this horny asshole who only wanted you for sex.”

She arched an eyebrow and he mirrored the expression. “What did you want me for?”

“At first, I wanted to have more long conversations with you. Then, I only wanted you. I was going to ask you to stay the next morning.”

“Then I left before you woke up,” she whispered and he nodded.

“You fell asleep in my arms, tucked against me, and all I could think about was how good it would feel to have you in my bed every day for the rest of my life.”

“Fletch…”

He smiled, shaking his head as he finished his coffee and set his cup down. “You were the first person I had met who didn’t treat me like a rockstar. You talked to me about music without giving a shit about my opinion, you challenged me at every turn and you made sure that I was aware that I had terrible taste in music.”

“I said questionable.”

Laughing, he took her cup away and set it aside. Micah whined at the loss of caffeine, but didn’t protest when he tugged her into his lap. The Santa coat spread out around them, keeping only her breasts covered.

“People, mostly women, I meet are always ready to agree with me on everything. They think that by supporting my suggestions and favorites, they’re doing the right thing. You didn’t give a shit about any of that. You tortured me about my list of the best female rockstars and believe it or not, I actually agreed with your list.”

“I mean, we agreed on Stevie Nicks being the best, with Karen Carpenter and Bonnie Raitt a close second,” Micah reminded him. “I know we couldn’t agree on Grace Slick and Ann Wilson. What about Joan Jett?”

“Nope. We’re not discussing anymore rockstars, unless we’re talking about me and this dick that’s hard as fuck for you.”

Her eyes widened and she smirked. “Someone woke up on the horny side of bed this morning.”

Fletcher rolled his eyes, but was already running his hands up her stomach and under the coat to cup her breasts. “I can’t decide if I want to fuck you in this or not.”

“Only if you have a spare. Because we don’t want to get bodily fluids on this,” she told him as they worked together to slide the coat off her shoulders, leaving Micah in her underwear.

He tossed the coat aside and Micah used those few seconds to scoot backwards. He frowned as he glanced from his empty lap to where she was toying with the waistband of her underwear.

“Why are you so far away?”

“Middle of the bed, rockstar,” she told him. Leaning back on her hands Micah pushed her underwear off and spread her legs, giving him an undisturbed view of her pussy. “Grab the vibrator too.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk as he shifted on the bed, pushing the covers out of the way. He tossed her the vibrator from the nightstand and then slid out of his boxers, his very erect cock springing to attention. She whistled and Fletcher grunted, his cock twitching as he moved towards her. While messing with the vibrator, finding the setting that worked for her, she instructed Fletcher on where to sit, where his legs needed to go.

With his legs bent at the knee on either side of her, Micah slid her legs over his thighs so that she was half straddling him, even though both their asses were firmly on the bed. His eyes were firmly fixed on the spot between her thighs and that allowed Micah to admire him for a long moment.

“Should have asked you this before,” he murmured and Micah dropped a hand to stroke one finger through her pussy, “do we need condoms?”

“Definitely before I put your dick in my mouth. But I got tested a few weeks ago and everything came back all clear.”

Because of Emery, Micah went through full check-ups twice a year to make sure that she was going to be okay. Everything from checking for STIs and breast cancer, she spent tons of her hard earned money making sure that she was healthy. No part of her imagined that she would be sleeping with the man of her dreams that year. That was the kind of stuff that was saved for Christmas hopes and wishes.

“Me too.” He nodded, but his focus was fixed entirely on where their bodies were touching and rubbing. His eyes were dark as his tongue slipped out to wet his lips. “Do we need lube?”

Pushing herself to sit up a little more, she held the vibrator up and arched an eyebrow at Fletcher. “Not yet. You up for an adventure?”

His eyes widened and then he looked between them before nodding slowly. She turned it on the lowest setting and carefully ran the vibrator along Fletcher’s length. He grunted, hands fisting in the sheets, which only spurred her on more. She kept the vibration at low and moved it around his tip, her body quivering in anticipation of how good it would feel to have him inside her again. Fletcher groaned, his cock jumping at every gentle touch.

Her core clenched and she bit down on her bottom lip as she slid a hand between her thighs. Dipping a finger into her pussy, her eyes shuttered for a moment as she slid the digit deeper. Forcing her eyes open when she heard a strangled sound come out of Fletcher, she slid the vibrator down and around the base of his cock. His hips jerked and he moaned loudly, head falling back. She added a second finger and pumped them both deep inside her. When her body started to shake, she pulled her fingers out and dropped the vibrator at the same time, drawing Fletcher’s hooded eyes to hers.

“Look at me, Fletch,” she whimpered, running her wet fingers along the length of him.

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