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“Want to ride my face?”

My pussy screamed yes. “I want to do everything and anything.”

“I’m happy to oblige.”

“So am I.”

Chapter 24

SLIP

“Fuuuuck!” Cursing silently, I rolled onto my side and rubbed at the pain spearing my hip and shooting across my lower back. I blinked my eyes open, my vision adjusting to the dim light in my hotel room. But movement beside me stole my thoughts. I turned my head toward the other pillow. What a vision to wake up to.

Maddy lay naked next to me with the crisp white sheet draped over her waist. Her long hair fell in soft waves down to the center of her back. I rolled toward her, resting on my good hip, and spooned her from behind. My body curved to align perfectly with hers as I nudged my morning glory against her ass. Hmmm.

“Morning.” She cuddled my arm against her bare chest, letting me cup her boob.

“Buongiorno, bella.” I rocked my hips toward her so she could feel how happy I was to see her. “Sleep well?”

“Very.”

Lucky her. I’d had another restless night. Like every night since the beginning of the tour. After the show and I’d come back to my suite with Maddy, I’d only taken my prescribed meds. No extra sleeping pills or pain-killers. I didn’t want to become reliant on them. I was walking a fine line, and I didn’t want to do that.

I hated lying to Flint and Maddy. I’d been popping more Drizodone between my oxy pills than I’d said I had. I’d hit a few lines of coke during the past month too. But I could cut back on the extra drugs, no...stop completely, now I had a week off to rest. Yep...easy...Fuck...yes. Yes, I could.

My reason for doing that was right here.

“It’s so good to have you beside me.” I traced the tip of my nose around the rim of her ear, breathing her in. The scent of her cocoa butter shampoo filled my head. Mmmm. So good.

“I love waking up next to you.” She wriggled her butt against me. My dick turned harder, aching for some action.

“We get to do this the whole week.” I slid my hand over her hip and down her leg, relishing the touch of her smooth skin beneath my fingertips. While I craved making love to her again, I was in pain, and we had to leave soon. “You ready for a big day? We have to get going.” Mom’s party was tonight.

Half-asleep, she turned her head toward me and pouted. “Do we have to?”

“Yeah.” I kissed her sweet lips. “You stay here. I’ll go take a quick shower.”

But as I rolled off the mattress, sharp pain shot through my sore hip, across my lower back, and down my groin.

“Shiiiit!” I groaned through clenched teeth so Maddy wouldn’t hear. I didn’t want her to worry.

This sucked. I hated being in constant agony. We had a four-hour drive from Milan to the villa we’d rented for our break on the outskirts of Florence. Sitting for long periods of time wasn’t good.

I staggered into the bathroom and jumped in the shower. After freshening up, I dried myself off, got dressed in a casual button-up T-shirt and shorts, and brushed my teeth. But as I rinsed my mouth, the pills inside my toiletry bag caught my eye. The pain in my hip throbbed. Twisted tighter. Dug deeper and deeper into my lower spine.

As I gripped the counter, my hands shook. Shit. That wasn’t good. That was new.

I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. It was time for my oxy. I loved but hated how much better those pills made me feel. They stopped the pain. That was alluring. Taunting. Enticing...addictive. I didn’t want to be in agony. Not while Maddy was here.

Just take the one. No . . . two for the drive . . . Fuck! Yep . . . I need it today.

I grabbed the bottle, popped open the lid, placed two oxy on my tongue, and washed them down with a glass of water. I drew my shoulders back and inhaled deeply. That would get me through the long trip ahead.

But just before I closed the bottle, I peered inside to see how many pills I had left. Four. Fuck. That would last me two days. I had Drizodone, but they weren’t as strong. A wave of anxiety crashed through my chest. A hot flush swept over my skin. I needed these pills. Shit.

I clasped the bottle in one hand and pounded my other palm against my forehead. You fucker. What are you doing? Don’t be stupid. Keep your crap under control. Images of Phil, high as a kite, full of energy and laughs and stupidity, flickered behind my eyelids. I wouldn’t end up like him. I wouldn’t. I’d stop taking these meds once I got my hip fixed after the tour. We didn’t have long to go. Two and a half months. I’d be fine. But I texted Jade to get me more oxycodone before we headed off...and suggested a stronger dosage as these didn’t last the whole day.

Once Maddy was ready and we had a quick bite to eat, we met everyone in the lobby just after eleven o’clock. Maddy gripped my hand tighter as Harper joined our group, carrying Charlotte.

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