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I slid a hand between us and into my panties. The grind was wonderful, but I needed just a bit more pressure. The movement seemed to be the encouragement he sought. I began to swirl my fingers against my clit, when he eased upwards and pushed my legs higher.

The stretch burned along the backs of my thighs. A groan tore out of me. This was pleasure and pain. It was perfect. He braced my legs higher, pushing them up to his shoulders and then he covered my fingers with his.

The pressure detonated the ropes of tension, expanding them outward as I went rigid chasing that pleasure, then he tipped me right over as he sank into me again and again. His low shout as his pace stuttered warned me of his release. Yet even as that heat filled me, he kept teasing my clit until I was sobbing.

It was too much and not enough. Then he dragged my shaking fingers upward to suck my fingers clean. My whole bodytrembled, and he was still inside me. Softening, but stiff enough to stay in place.

When I was able to catch my breath, I said, “What are we doing next?”

His smile was breathtaking. Then he was sliding down my body, kissing a path to my cunt before he went to work on my swollen, sensitive clit. I had no other thoughts after that save for just one.

Rome.

CHAPTER 6

EMERSYN

Rome and I didn’t leave the bed until nearly noon and only after we ordered room service. Then he sent me to shower while he waited for the food. I half-wished he’d come with me and at the same time, the break was probably something we both needed. My earlier muscle soreness seemed to all be located in my cunt now.

Once beneath the hot spray, I closed my eyes and just let the water beat relief into my muscles. Funnily enough, I felt so much better and it had nothing to do with stretching. Or maybe it did, Rome had certainly gotten creative. All traces of my earlier aggravation were absent.

Instead of hurrying through the shower, I languished and washed my hair before soaping down the rest of me. If we were taking the whole day, we were in no hurry. It was only the second time in a few weeks that I didn’t have to besomewhereon a prompt schedule.

The last time had been with Liam. A smile curved my lips and that had been what? The week before? Or was it the week before that? Rinsing off, I sighed. Time began to bleed together on the road. I was so glad I had Vaughn, Rome, and Freddie with me.

At the same time, I missed Mickey, Kellan, Jasper, and Liam. They had other demands on their time. I didn’t have to do this tour, and at the same time, I really wanted to do it. I wanted to reclaim my love for the stage.

It had been love that drew me to dance, and the desperate desire to escape that kept me on the road. It was the very best and worst in equal measures. On the road, I was far away from friends even as I made other friends amongst the performers. I was also stuck with my horrible chaperone, but she preferred to ignore me and I was okay with that.

This tour was entirely different. I wasn’t running away from anyone. I brought my home with me on the road and returned home as often as possible. I didn’t join another troupe, I built one. Liam vetted the performers with background checks and security sweeps, Rome and I both watched their performances and vetted their personalities.

Rome had an excellent head for casting. He could also identify a problematic personality in a single glance. We’d built a good crew and I really liked them. They’d come with us to Europe without a single hesitation and they’d been in that line of fire just like me. Instead of quitting or telling us to get fucked after everything went down in Prague, they brought their enthusiasm and loyalty to the stage and just asked what was next.

Shutting off the water, I pushed open the door to find Rome waiting for me with a huge bath sheet. His hair was also damp and his face freshly shaved. “Took a shower without me, I see.” I stepped right up to him and let him wrap the towel around me.

“Yes,” he said. “Food is here. We have plans. If I showered with you… we’d be late.”

He wasn’t wrong. We had plans, apparently. “Do I need to wear anything special?”

“Comfortable.” Then he brushed a kiss to my forehead before he headed back out.

Comfortable could be a lot of things. I squeezed the excess water out of my hair then added some leave-in conditioner, brushed it through and left it to air dry for a bit. I’d braid it before we went out. Fifteen minutes later, I walked out of the bedroom into the sitting room of our suite.

The smell of burgers and fries hit me like a sledgehammer. My stomach let out a gurgle that turned into a lusty growl. Rome glanced at me as I padded barefoot out of the bedroom. The food was set up on the table near the sofas. The suite was lovely. There was a proper sitting room and a dining table. We’d actually used that a couple of times when it was all four of us.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” I told him as I settled on the sofa. Rome followed with a pair of cold water bottles from the fridge.

“I wanted to,” he said before handing me one of the bottles. He didn’t automatically open it for me and I appreciated that. I didn’t mind when the others did it. It was so natural for them to. But I’d said something once about being able to open my own bottles and Rome never presumed. If I asked, he would.

I leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

He pulled the silver dome off one of the plates. “You’re welcome.”

There was ahugeburger under there. Two giant patties, cheese, tomatoes, onions… My mouth was watering before he even passed me the plate. The french fries were crispy, and still on the hot side of warm. We didn’t say much, or at least I didn’t, as I devoured my burger. The fact I was ravenous probably hadmore to do with not eating since dinner the night before and that had been a little early.

Sometimes when I was overtired, or exhausted like I had been the night before, I didn’t eat much. Unlike in the past, however, I wasn’t on such a restrictive diet. While I might get by with skipping a meal if I was genuinely not interested, they always made sure I ate the next day.

I caught a glimmer of Rome’s smile as I took another huge bite of the burger. It left some grease dribbling down my chin. He held out a cloth napkin before I could even ask. Then I was covering my own smile and wiping up my mess with a laugh. Then with a wink, I took another bite.

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