Page 81 of Fractured Frets

Slip rushed to meet me, cupped my face, and kissed me. He was hot and sweaty, but I loved every touch.

“We need to get out of here,” he murmured against my lips.

“Don’t you have to stay?”

“No. You’re here. That’s more important.”

“Okay.”

He had a quick chat with the guys, Blake, April, and Ava, then took my hand. After he grabbed his bag from the dressing room, we headed out the back door and into a waiting car. We zoomed off through a special entrance before hardly any of the crowd had left the venue. The run was clear all the way into the center of the city to our hotel.

Beckett saw us into our room. But the little smirk on his face said he knew why we’d left in a hurry. “Have fun, guys. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Night, Becks.” Slip waved farewell.

The door had barely shut before Slip’s hands circled my waist and guided me back toward the bed. “Knowing you’ve got nothing on underneath this skirt drove me wild during the show. It was hard to concentrate on anything else. I’ve had a fucking hard-on since you tossed me your panties. Thank God my guitar hid that from the crowd.”

“You needed some underwear too. Not just Flint.”

“I’ve had lots thrown at me. But yours rendered me useless.”

“It was hot, watching you while wearing no panties. Very hot, actually.”

“Hmm. We’d better do something about that.” He slipped his hand underneath my skirt, then brushed it across my bare pussy. A low, husky growl rasped in his throat. “I wanna fuck you in this skirt. Make you come undone. Taste every inch of you.”

“What are you waiting for then?”

“You to take my clothes off.”

“I can do that.”

I stripped Slip out of his sweaty gear and left everything in a pile on the floor.

He caught the bottom of my glittery tank top, peeled it off over my head, and tossed it aside. My bra quickly joined it. His gaze meandered down my chest; so did his fingers. As he massaged my breast, my heart thundered against his touch.

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I guided him back toward the bed. When he connected with the mattress, he sat. I straddled his lap, my soft A-line skirt pooling around my hips. My bare pussy teased his rock-hard cock. “You sure you don’t want to take my skirt off?”

“No. I want to be inside you. I need you. And this skirt is a total turn-on.”

I lifted my hips, took his cock into my hand, and teased it against my opening. Letting out my breath, I lowered onto him.

“Fuuuuck.” Slip’s eyes fluttered shut. His hands circled my back and knotted in my hair. “I miss you. I miss this. I miss us.”

“I’m here now.”

With a rush of hot breath, our lips connected. Moaning into his mouth, I rode him. Rubbed against him. Rocked my hips in time with his. He filled me. Stretched me. Owned me.

“I love you, Mads. Like nothing else.”

With him deep inside me, heat enveloped my body. Circling my hands through his hair, I kissed his lips. “I love you. But promise me one thing.”

“Anything. You name it.” He met my gaze.

I clasped a handful of his hair and held his head still. “Don’t ever scare the shit out of me again like you did this morning.”

“I won’t.” He closed his eyes. “I promise.” He flattened his hands on my hips, pulled me forward, and drove into me slowly. “You’re my reason for living. My reason not to falter. To not give up. You’re my everything.”

“Good.” I pushed him back onto the mattress. Hovering over him, I wriggled lower onto his cock, and took him as deep as I could. I kissed, bit and tugged on his lower lip. “Now, let’s get dirty.”

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