Page 47 of Ticket to the Stars: Part One

My hands were entangled in her hair, holding onto her head as if I was scared she’d try to pull away. At first, she didn’t know what to do, so she’d just stood there with her eyes wide open, a total amateur.

That was fine, because I was more than happy to be her teacher. The only teacher she’d ever need.

I just… I just wanted her so freaking badly I couldn’t think straight.

Time didn’t matter to me as I continued my assault on her mouth. Every sound she made, every breath she struggled to take; I was right there with her. I didn’t let up. I couldn’t. The moment I tore my mouth off hers and pulled my body away, whatever magic this was would vanish, and Angel and I would be left to reckon with what just happened.

I didn’t know if this would change anything. I didn’t know if this meant she forgave me for the shitty things she’d overheard. The number of things I didn’t know outnumbered the things I did know two to one.

I rang my tongue along her lower lip before nipping at it. The action drew out a surprised moan from her throat, and then I pushed my tongue past her lips. My tongue grazed hers, electric jolts of urgent desire shooting through me like a drug.

We were locked like that for a while. Neither one of us moved. We both became slaves to the bodily desires inside. Kissing her, swallowing up her moans, feeling her body against mine; all were things I memorized, tucked away in my head for later, so I’d be able to recall this moment perfectly.

The guys would kill me if they knew I was doing this. Deacon and Bishop would literally kill me… so I guess it was a good thing neither of them were here, an even better thing that neither of them had to know.

I didn’t know where Angel and I would go from here, but I had the feeling I’d never want to know what it was like to kiss another girl again.

Though I wanted time to stop, it couldn’t, and we couldn’t stay out here all night, making out against a building. We had to get back to the Redborne. I had to get Angel safely back into her room, and I had to…

Well, probably jerk off, but let’s not focus on that right now.

It was the last thing I wanted to do, but I tore my mouth off hers. I panted as I gazed down at her, watching her eyes slowly open. Pupils dilated in desire, Angel looked completely undone. It made me wonder how she’d look after every inch of her body was ravaged all night long, how delirious she’d look.

God, she really was gorgeous. Why did I ever say this girl wasn’t my type? I was such a goddamned liar.

“I think,” I whispered, my voice huskier than it had ever been, “we should get back to the Redborne.” Every word I spoke was like pulling teeth. I didn’t want to talk. The only thing I wanted to do was lower my mouth to hers and kiss her again. Kiss her longer. Kiss her until the damned sun came up.

Angel was in my head. Somehow, she’d gotten in my head, and there was nothing I could do about it.

She blinked, though that blink was slow, like her eyelids were suddenly heavy. “I think… I think that’s a good idea.” Even she sounded a little hoarse, like kissing me had been a workout.

I let my hands fall from her hair, though I didn’t take a step back immediately. I held her stare even as one of my hands found hers, slipping my fingers around her small palm to hold it. Truthfully, the last thing I wanted to do was go back to the Redborne; this had been a nice distraction, an eye-opening experience if ever there was one, so going back to where I had to pretend I didn’t have any feelings toward this girl sounded like a miserable time.

But that’s what I had to do. Bishop clearly had a thing for her, and so did Deacon, even though the guy would never admit it out loud. Black Sacrament was already fractured after Pope’s forced departure. I’d be damned if I was the reason it completely shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces.

The optimistic part of me hoped this girl would somehow be the glue that held us together, the piece of the puzzle that had gone missing after Pope. I wanted her to be…

Well, as stupid as it might sound, I wanted this girl to be everything.

I pulled her away from the building, and together we walked around the block, returning to the Redborne. We didn’t rush, we didn’t hurry. We walked at a slow pace, step by step, and the whole time my hand continued to clutch hers.

Her hand was so small. So soft. Softer than her lips, even, and I didn’t know how anything like that was possible. So soft it was hard to think straight—and that said nothing about how difficult it was to walk like I wasn’t sporting a raging boner.

Let’s just hope the bulge in my pants wouldn’t be so noticeable once we walked through the Redborne’s front doors.

Angel said not a word during the walk, and neither did I. I kept tossing glances in her direction every few seconds, needing to look at her, needing to see if she showed any ounce of remorse on her face.

Would she regret kissing me? Would she hate me even more tomorrow morning?

We made it to the Redborne, and thankfully during the walk, my cock’s eagerness had lessened. We walked into the lobby, and I saluted the worker at the front desk. They all knew me by now, so they didn’t need to check IDs. I tugged Angel along, straight to the elevator. No one else must’ve come or went since, because the elevator opened a mere second after I pressed the up button.

We filed on together, and I hit our floor’s button. The hour was too late to have an elevator operator; us rich and famous folk had to learn how to push our own buttons, unfortunately.

As the gilded doors slid closed, I squeezed Angel’s hand harder, causing her to look at me. As I met her stare, I whispered, “I think it’s best if we don’t tell the others about what happened.”

It was the last thing I wanted to say. If anything, I wanted to brag, to throw Angel over my shoulder and tell her she’d be sleeping in my room tonight—although I wouldn’t actually meansleep. I wanted to rub it in their faces.

But we shouldn’t. It was a bad idea. Plus, making Ramona angry was something I wanted to avoid at all cost. That woman could rage like no other, take it from me. I’d learned my lesson when it came to Ramona a long time ago.

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