Page 33 of Don't Fall For A Rockstar

CHAPTER 13

NATE

When we (finally) got to Tommy’s apartment, I was thrumming, vibrating with so much untapped energy I’m surprised I didn’t light up like the neon signs on Broadway Street.

His condo had an open floor plan, exposed brick walls, and stunning views. It was warm and welcoming. The style was eclectic, with a corner couch, several guitars on display, as well as lots of artwork, black and white photographs, and colorful paintings. There were many pictures of the tours he’d worked on, including Wayward Lane, and one of him with Ace, shoulder to shoulder, as they stood on the stage, probably right before showtime.

Tommy carried my stuff down the hallway, into what I assumed was his bedroom. My cock was already chubbing up at the idea of being back in his bed.

When he returned, he held out his hand, and I passed him the box of beignets.

“We’ll save those for later.” He smiled as he placed the box on the kitchen counter. “You want something to drink?”

I shook my head, stepping closer, and winding my arms around his neck. When he pulled me in tight and cupped my ass,it was on. We didn’t so much kiss as devour each other, hungry and desperate.

“I don’t want to be a bad host,” he confessed.

“Impossible,” I replied, punctuating my statement with another kiss. “Fuck me first; feed me later.”

Suddenly, Tommy bent down and lifted me, throwing me over his shoulder as he walked down the hallway.

“Don’t hurt yourself!” I yelled out.

“Please,” he replied as he playfully slapped my ass. “I do this for a living.”

Tommy’s stride and grip never faltered, and my stomach dropped out as he gently placed me on his bed. I should’ve glanced around and looked at the room, but all my attention was on him.

He stood at the foot of the bed, slowly stripping off his T-shirt, then stepping out of his jeans.

Now, I didn’t have many kinks, but a broad, tatted chest was one of them. Not to mention those strong, veiny forearms. He was just as delicious as I remembered.

I didn’t waste any more time and joined him, pulling off my shirt, unzipping my jeans, and lifting up my hips to shove them off. The only thing I left on was my red lace jock. But given the way Tommy was staring at me, I wouldn’t be wearing it for long.

When he shucked off his navy briefs, his hard dick slapped against his stomach, already leaking precum. I was fucking dying to taste him.

“I could’ve taken care of that in the hallway,” I quipped, echoing our night in NOLA.

I’d been so hungry for him that as soon as we exited the hotel elevator, I was down on my knees, sucking him off. Watching him come undone was a rush unlike any other.

And now? His wicked smile had my body flooded with anticipation.

“That’d give my neighbors something to talk about,” he replied. “But I’m not sharing you.”

Instead of pouncing, he slowly knelt on the bed and crawled up over me, his eyes never leaving mine. As our bodies came into full contact, my heart took off running like a wild thing. I swallowed hard when he stared down at me, cupping my face in his hands, his lips barely brushing mine.

“Hey, beautiful,” he whispered and ran his thumbs gently over my lips.

Fuck, I liked it when he called me that. More than liked. It wasn’t just the words, it was his touch, the way he held on to me. Like I was something special. It was all incredibly seductive and intense. I thought this reunion would be fast and dirty. Well, I’m sure we’d get there at some point. But the way Tommy was looking at me now, oh man, it was way more than that. I was in so much trouble.

“Hey handsome,” I finally managed to reply, reaching up and running my hands through his thick, wavy hair (it had grown a lot in two months), holding on tight.

I don’t know how long we stared at each other, sharing the same breath. We were caught in a spell and I sure as fuck didn’t want to break it.

“Kiss me,” he whispered.

“Always so demanding,” I teased.

“You know it.”

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