Page 14 of Rock On

“It feels…big,” she said. Her eyes met mine, her pupils dark with arousal and a flush splashing up her pale throat to her cheeks. Cupping the back of her head, I covered her mouth again. My tongue stroked inside, languorously exploring, claiming. She was mine. We were meant to be. I was never giving her up. Sky belonged to me, and before the end of the weekend, she’d know it.

Shifting, I rolled her under me on the cushions. Her legs came up around my hips as we made out like teenagers—at least, I supposed it was like teenagers did. I wasn’t a virgin by a long shot, but I’d never had time for high school foolishness.

Overhead, an explosion lit the night with gold and the glow bathed her skin in light and shadows, the sparks reflecting in her green eyes.

“The fireworks…” she managed between our kisses.

“Ours are better.”

She pulled me back down to her mouth in silent agreement while we got lost in each other.

Seven

Sky

I can’t let you go

It was strange to wake up to someone else in my bed. Jerrin and I had made out at the lake for hours, driving each other crazy. It had been late when the night grew quiet and smoky in the aftermath of the fireworks. I’d hardly noticed when they ended. We’d been in a bubble of intimacy that even sex couldn’t penetrate because time didn’t exist. It was just kissing, touching, moving together, lost in being together.

“My place?” I’d asked.

“Yes.”

I’d fully expected we’d have sex once we got to my apartment. It was two a.m., though.

“In the morning…” Jerrin had said when I tried to hide my yawn. “In the morning, when you won’t fall asleep on me, you’re all mine. All. Mine.”

“I won’t fall asleep,” I’d argued, even as I yawned again.

“Sweet girl… Trust me on this. But don’t think for a moment I won’t hold you all night. I’m not going anywhere.”

He hadn’t. There was no mistaking the big, powerful body spooned behind me, his muscled arm curled around me. I couldn’t miss, the thick cock pressed to my ass through my thin pajama shorts. His breath rustled the hair at the nape of my neck before he pressed his lips there, sending a tremble down my spine.

“Jerrin,” I breathed.

“Morning.” He kissed up my throat to my ear. “Guess who’s mine, now,” he rumbled into my ear. His fingers skimmed up my torso to cup my breast. I arched into his hand.

“Yes. Jerrin, I want you. Don’t make me wait any longer.” I turned onto my back and reached for him while he plucked open the buttons on my pajama shirt, baring me to him. He pressed his mouth to the skin as he exposed it, making a trail down between my breasts and along to my navel. He nipped at the dip of my bellybutton, making me giggle, before he shifted to kneel over me in one smooth move while he pushed open the sides of my shirt.

I feasted my eyes on him at the same time. He’d worn only his black boxer-briefs to bed, and now, his cock jutted out against the fabric, attempting to get free. My mouth watered, my breathing growing choppy while I imagined us coming together. His torso and smooth hard belly were tanned down to the waistband—tanned and decorated with black ink. My eyes and hands traced the lines up his left side all the way over the pec on that side to his lower neck then down that arm to the back of his hand. The other side was bare of tattoos, except his arm, which was covered by another sleeve of intricate ink.

“This is beautiful, like…almost like a ancient native artwork.”

He shrugged. “It covers the marks.”

“Marks?”

He caught my hand and brought it to various slightly raised portions of his skin that seemed almost like pock marks. Somehow, I didn’t think that was what they were.

“We haven’t talked about it, but there’s a reason my parents aren’t in my life—why they’re barred from my life. Why no one is allowed to have cigarettes anywhere near me. It’s over, though. I erased them like I erased these.”

Leaning up, I kissed one of the spots. Then another. I didn’t point out that the pain was obviously still inside him, covered up, just as these were covered up. Still there. Still there invisibly marking him.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ve never told anyone.”

“Thank you for trusting me.”

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