Page 25 of The Final Beat

“Yes.” The push of his hips brought another gasp. “Shit.”

I was full of him. Covered by him. The pleasure was too much. At least I thought it was until Joey got to his knees, grabbed both my legs, clamped them together and then shoved them in the air while continuing to push in and out of me. His chest pushed against the back of my knees, allowing him the ability to drive in further so that I could feel him in the pit of my belly.

“Is that enough?” he asked while his hips hammered hard.

“More.” One of my hands grabbed the cover on the bed, while my other went to my slick clit and began to rub it. Instantly the waves that were already building began to grow into a tidal assault of emotions and feelings. It was a sensory overload. Thesight of Joey, strong and powerful above me. The sounds of our combined moans. The warmth of his skin on mine as he hugged my legs to his chest. It was all overpowering, yet I didn’t want it to end.

Ever.

When the word slipped into my head, my fingers paused, and Joey must have taken it as me asking for more because he leaned back slightly and moved his fingers to my tight puckered hole. Running the tips of them through my wetness he then pushed them inside.

“Oh yes,” I screamed. “Joey, yes.”

He was everywhere. Inside me. Over me. Everywhere.

With the practiced rhythm of a musician, he coaxed my orgasm from me. Fucking me with the skills of a drummer boy.

With his fingers and dick going at the same pace it wasn’t long before I fell, shattering into a million fragments all pulsating with the pleasure he’d bestowed upon me. My body stiffened, my stomach muscles clenched, and I screwed the bed cover in my fingers as I let the orgasm play itself out. As I began the descent, Joey reached the precipice and, yelling out, he removed his fingers and went back to gripping my hips to give himself more purchase. A few more thrusts and he joined me, careening to the end.

When he dropped down, exhausted, on top of me, I spread my arms out like wings and breathed heavily. I was still buzzed from the attention that he gifted me and my body and was too boneless to move.

“Fucking hell, Daisy,” he groaned, putting a large hand over my tit as he moved to lie next to me. “That was awesome.”

“Yep.” It was all I could manage.

“It certainly took my mind off things,” he said, pushing up from the bed.

“Glad I could help.”

We never did pillow talk or ever judged each other’s performance, but that, what we’d just done, had felt like it needed to be talked about. Not just how good it was but what it had meant and what it had helped him with. Joey had other ideas, though, because he had gathered up his clothes and was stepping into his jeans.

“Fancy that drink now?” He grinned over his shoulder and then did a bum cheek dance, his little party trick. “Marco will make you a bloody awesome Mojito.”

“Yeah, gagging for it,” I replied and forced out a smile. Something didn’t feel right inside my chest. I didn’t know what it was. I just knew that landing and getting away from Joey Farrow and his problems couldn’t come soon enough.

CHAPTER 13

JOEY

Ihad hardly been able to look at Destiny for the rest of the flight. Not because of having sex with her but because something had shifted while we did. It wasn’t romantic or soft and slow, it was pure fucking, to ease the shit going on in my head. Yet it felt different. I felt different.

Destiny was quiet, too. I had no idea why. It wasn’t like we’d done anything we hadn’t done before. We’d done much more than that. Destiny had a little kinky streak when she wanted to.

“What are you grinning at?” Ronnie asked as he handed me a mug of coffee.

I startled because I wasn’t aware that I had been. “Just remembered something I saw on TV last night.”

Ronnie frowned. “You never watch telly.”

“Well, I did last night.” I looked into the mug. “What the hell is this?”

He glanced over his shoulder towards the kitchen where Beau, Elliot, and Ali were talking to Graham, the owner of the property and recording studios. “I know it’s shit, but he’s only got cheap stuff.”

“First thing we do is get a coffee machine,” I grumbled, taking a small sip of the coffee which was as bad as it looked.

The viewing had gone well, and the place was exactly what we were looking for, except for the fact that there was no coffee machine. Ronnie’s idea about renting the house out was a great one. It was a great space and would be perfect for what he’d suggested. We’d also discussed letting the girls decorate the place.

“I was just looking at that barn,” I said, nodding through the patio doors. “We could turn that into another studio. That would please Beau.”

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