Page 25 of Glory Hole

“That. That right there. Exactly. What does that mean to him?”

“You’d need to ask him that and maybe listen to what he has to say.”

“We’ll see. Lover boy heading your way.”

I pat Jen on the arm, and, as I’m about to turn around, two familiar tanned arms slide around my stomach, and I’m pulled backward into a wall of muscle. I sigh when Beck’s lips graze my ear. Heaven. It feels like Heaven. I’ve missed him so much the last few days.

“There’s my girl.” His words send my heart soaring. I am so definitely his girl.

“I missed you, beautiful.”

“I missed you too.”

“Do you have a minute? I want to show you something.”

“For you, absolutely.” I turn in his embrace, lift up onto my toes, and press a kiss to his lips. Beck takes my hand and leads me out of the room. We make our way down the long hall and as we walk, his fingers trace small, soft strokes along mine.

“You look beautiful tonight. I missed you.”

“Thank you, Beck. You look amazing. Is this what you’ll wear when you play?” The torn jeans hug his ass perfectly, of course. I seriously need to ask him if he has his pants specially made. If so, I need to send the designer a thank-you card. The white t-shirt hugs every muscle to perfection.

“Yeah, pretty much. I like to stay comfortable when I play.”

We reach a door at the end of the hall with a red Exit sign illuminated above it.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

He turns that smile on me, and I melt, like butter. Hell, I’d agree to anything he wants. He pushes the door open and outside is a huge bus with windows tinted as black as the paint.

“What are you up to, Mr. Jameson?” Please say sex. Please, please, please say sex.

“I need a few minutes alone with my girl.”

Patrick stands outside the bus doors. He greets us as we walk up. Beck pushes open the doors to the bus and we enter. The doors close behind us as we make our way up the steps, and when I reach the top step and look inside, I’m in awe. The inside of this bus is crazy. Sleek black leather couches face each other and beyond the couches there’s a pretty fancy, small kitchen equipped with a leather banquette.

Beck turns me to face him before he pushes his hands into my hair, wrapping the strands around his fingers. He pulls my hair slightly, forcing me to lift my face up toward his.

“No interruptions this time. It’s just me and you.”

He leans in, his whispered words brushing against my lips, “You ready to be mine, Glory? I’m telling you now, so you know. Once I slide inside this beautiful pussy, it’s mine. Me and you beautiful. Just me and you. You ready for that? I’ve been dreaming of this pussy every second since I first laid eyes on you.” One of his hands leaves my hair and travels down to cup my pussy through my jeans. I cry out when Beck hits the perfect spot, and I ride the friction from his hand.

“Fuck,” I cry as my orgasm builds. I’m not even out of my damn clothes. Slowly, his hand pulls away and I whimper; I’m honestly about to cry.

“You need to answer me, baby. We don’t have very much time before the show starts.”

“Beck, I’ve been ready my entire life. Where have you been?”

He smiles, and the wickedness lighting up his eyes is nothing but a preview of the devilish shit about to happen. Finally, thank fuck.

“I had this plan for our first time.” He brushes my hair from my face with both of his hands, reverently stroking as he pushes it behind my ears. “I wanted to go slow, take my time, make love to you, worship you. I’m sorry, baby, that’ll have to wait until after the show. I’m finding it difficult to keep myself in check.”

He lifts me up into the cradle of his arms, and his lips are on mine. I feel that fire only he can create start to burn, searing itself into my soul. He heads to the room at the back of the bus. Once inside, he shuts the door with his foot and lays me on the bed. His boots hit the floor, and I kick my heels off as I scoot back to make room for his large form. There’s another leather sofa and TV back here, but I don’t have much time to take it all in. Beck is all over me. My clothes are practically ripped from my body and flung around the room and somehow, he’s tearing his clothes off at the same time.

Finally, after a year’s dry spell, Beck is going to water my lady garden.

Chapter Fifteen

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