Page 80 of The Final Beat

“Joey, you do know how cheesy that sounds, don’t you?”

He groaned and kissed me with his puckered lips. “I have no fucking idea what you’ve done to me over the last twenty-four hours, but it’s not good. I’ve turned into a soppy bastard.” The smile he gave was beautiful, full of white teeth and bright eyes and it told me he didn’t care what he’d turned into because he was enjoying it.

“Yeah,” I said with a mock sigh, “I’m not sure I can have sex with someone so cheesy and soppy. It’s going to hurt my reputation as a ball breaker.”

“And that’s it, isn’t it?” he said, brushing my hair from my forehead. “It’s just a reputation you have. I know that you’re not the hard-nosed bitch you like people to think you are.”

He pulled me onto his lap, and I was happy to let myself be taken and be wrapped in his arms. I didn’t know about Joey becoming soft, but I certainly was, on the outside and the inside. Spending the last twenty-four hours together had seemed to change us both. We were like two different people, but it was a different that I liked. Being a bitch was hard work and I was tired of using that energy on pushing Joey away.

“I need my bands to be shit scared of me. There’s no way I’d get them on stage in time or even up in time for gigs if I wasn’t like that.”

He nodded in agreement. “As one of those band members, well, I have to agree. If it wasn’t for you being nasty and vile then I’d have missed loads of gigs.”

“Exactly.”

I ran my hand over his closely shaved head and dropped a kiss to the side of his mouth, enjoying the feel of his day-old stubble against my skin. Warm, big hands palmed my arse and pulled me closer to the hard on underneath his grey sweatpants.

“I see the python isn’t too upset.” I gave him another kiss, this time letting it linger. “I see that he’s ready for action.”

“You know and I know, Daisy, that he’s always ready.” With a hand at the back of my head, it was his turn to kiss me. Deeper than the one that I’d given to him. “Especially when you’re giving him attention.”

“I feel dirty,” I groaned, dropping my head to Joey’s shoulder. “I am defiled by the cheesiness that we have become.”

Joey’s hand slipped up the back of my vest top, slowly moving around to cup my breast, and his thumb brushed over my already hard nipple. His other hand moved into the back of my cotton bed shorts and gripped the cheek of my arse.

“I feel like I can’t touch you enough,” he whispered. “I’m obsessed with you.”

Arching my back gave him the green light to squeeze and it felt amazing. Everything I wanted and needed.Hewas everything that I wanted and needed.

“Whatever time we have,” I said with a groan, “before we both leave, I want to spend it with you.”

“All the hours and all the days?” he asked.

“Every single minute,” I replied, with conviction. “We then go our separate ways and do our jobs.”

“Then what?” He pulled me against his hard body and cock, and I rolled my hips to gain some relief. “What happens in eight months when you get back from tour?”

I shrugged. “We see how we both feel?”

Joey cleared his throat and moved his gaze to somewhere over my shoulder, looking more than a little unsure.

“What?” I asked.

“When we’re apart, what do we do?”

I blinked, not sure what he was trying to say. “Our jobs.”

He shook his head. “No, I mean what do we do about each other, while we’re apart? Do we act like we’re in a relationship or act single?”

“You mean do we fuck other people or not?”

“Yeah. That’s what I mean.” His thumb continued to stroke slowly and lull me into a mushy pile of need.

I would say anything he wanted me to say at that point. Do anything that he wanted me to, but could I commit to something that I didn’t trust him to stick to?

“So, as well as cigarettes and booze, you want me to give up sex as well?” I asked.

Joey’s eyes widened. “Not yet?”

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