Page 36 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

“I’m not gross. Having you wear my cum as a badge of honor between your legs isn’t gross. It’s sexy.” Something like that could get me hard just thinking about it—if I wasn’t still inside her, for instance, my dick would be growing hard all over again.

She didn’t look like she believed me, and she furrowed her brow and pouted with those tempting lips.

“Just do it,” I hissed out. I leaned forward and nipped at her bottom lip, adding in a stern whisper, “Be a good girl for me and do it.”

And, what would you know? After I let her go and she crawled off me, she hurried to slip on her panties, to catch any cum that might start to ooze out of her sweet, sweet pussy.

I stuffed my cock away and fixed my boxers and my pants. Angel took a bit longer to get dressed, for obvious reasons, and once she was ready for other people to see her, we went to the elevator on the opposite side of the parking area.

I swiftly took her hand in mine, and as we waited for the elevator to come to us, I leaned down to her and whispered, “So, you like being called a good girl, huh? I never would’ve guessed that’s your thing.”

Angel groaned and told me to shut up, and I did. I shut up for a while, but nothing and no one could make me stop grinning like the Cheshire Cat himself.

Chapter Fifteen – Angel

I kept Alexa informed of my, uh, let’s just call itgymnastics. My gymnastics with my guys. My boyfriends. I still couldn’t believe my first time with Priest was in his car. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing, but man, it was hot. Both literally and figuratively.

“That makes two, right? Of course it does, I’m keeping track,” Alexa answered her own question. “That means you still have one more to go, right? The next time you see him, I say you take him by the hand and—”

Before Alexa could go on about what I should do, I cut in, “It’s not a race or anything. Just because I was with—” I had to stop myself from saying Priest and Bishop. “—the others doesn’t mean I need to hurry up and sleep with him, too.”

I’d gone for a walk before calling Alexa to tell her. It was early afternoon, and the sidewalks were busy. It was the same route I’d taken in the middle of the night, when Priest had taken my first kiss after saving me from a pair of guys with wandering eyes and bad thoughts. It was totally bizarre to me how different everything was during the day.

During the day, the sidewalks were jam-packed full of people. You were surrounded, every which way you looked by tons of strangers. Oddly enough, the presence of those strangers made me feel safer.

It’d only been an hour or so since Priest and I had… you know. Done the deed. Slept together in his car. About sixty minutes, not to mention a change of underwear—because, while Priest might think it was hot, after a while, the wetness got crusty, and then it was just gross—but that’s all. Just sixty minutes.

“Uh, yes, yes that’s exactly what it means,” Alexa said. It was just a regular call, so I held the phone to my ear. Didn’t want to let tons of strangers know I’d slept with two of my boyfriends and my best friend was pushing me to get with my third. A whole lot of information the world didn’t need to know.

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is!” To say Alexa sounded exasperated would be an understatement. If she could reach through the phone and slap some sense into me, I bet she would. “You have three boyfriends, the perfect opportunity to get someanytime you want. Think of the foursomes you could have!” Quieter, she muttered, “Damn, I’m jealous.”

Think of the foursomes I could have.Jeez, she sounded like Priest. Life wasn’t just about sex. Sure, it was actually kind of fun—not to mention thrilling and addicting and all that—but that didn’t meaneverythingshould automatically revolve around it. I mean, just because I’d slept with Bishop and now Priest didn’t mean Deacon was next.

Maybe Bishop would be. Or maybe Priest would be. Or, and this was far less likely, maybe I’d wait a while before having sex again.

I forced out a chuckle as I walked along. “Just because I have more than one boyfriend doesn’t mean,” I paused to lower my voice, “I’m going to have foursomes.” Priest had made jokes before, but that’s what I thought they were: jokes. I never actually thought they’d want to share me at the same time.

I mean, how would that even work? I knewhowit might work, but the whole how ofinitiatingand then actuallydoing—

“All I know is, if I were you, I’d be getting dicked down all the freaking time. Seriously, all the time. Like, I know you’re a prude, but, come on.”

“I’m not a prude.” I was a little insulted she’d call me that. How could a girl that had three boyfriends be a prude? And just because I’d never had sex or kissed a guy before all this didn’t make me a prude. I was just waiting for the right person.

Or people, in this case.

And besides, there was nothing wrong with being prudish. Being choosy with who you wanted to give yourself to; there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. You do you and all that. Whatever floated your boat. No one should judge anyone else for their choices when it came to things like that.

“Mags, you’re a prude, but that’s okay, I still love you.” In the background, I heard another girl’s voice; I assumed her roommate’s. “Hey, I’m gonna go grab dinner with Halsey.” Halsey, AKA her roomie. “Talk later, kay?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Have fun.” I hung up with a sigh, rounding the corner of the block. I’d just about circled it while talking to Alexa. I could see the Redborne’s familiar architecture coming into view.

I was seconds from picking up my pace to hurry back when a tall figure, dressed in black, stopped in front of me. At first, I thought it was just city manners—which was to say, someone being rude because that’s how everyone in this city seemed to be—but then my eyes focused on the face of the guy who’d blocked my path, and I faltered.

Leather jacket. Black pants. Big, face-obscuring sunglasses. This was the same guy who’d been staring at me from outside the salon.

My heart skipped a beat as I gazed up into those sunglasses. Was this guy following me? Maybe no walks alone in this city were safe, no matter what time of day it was.

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