Page 78 of Heart Break Her

“That’s the guy. This life changes you.” In ways I can’t even put into words for someone like Cassie. “Anyway, it was a perfect storm of a shit day. And I said something like, ‘Where’s my muse when you need a bitch?’”

“Charming.” Cassie nudges me.

“I’m a dick,” I admit. “But yeah. I couldn’t put words to fucking paper, and it was really irritating. And Rome said, ‘Who needs a bitch to inspire you when it’s easier to just focus on doing shit better than your enemies?’ It was like the words fell out of his mouth, and it all clicked.”

“Enemy Muse,” Cassie says.

“Eloise put it together, but I guess it was a joint effort. After all, it’s a hell of a lot more rewarding proving the haters wrong than sitting around waiting for some muse that’s never gonna show.”

I take in a deep breath and realize my slight high has faded, and I’m completely sober. Normally this is when I’d reach for something to numb that shit back up again, but right now I’d rather feel everything if it means I can sink further into this moment.

“I like it.” Cassie looks up at me. Not a dash of makeup on her face, and she’s absolutely gorgeous. “I mean, not that you asked for my approval, or needed it. Obviously. I was just saying…”

I roll her onto her back, and my face hovers over hers. “I like your approval.”

“Really?” Her eyebrow ticks up. “You’re Sebastian Kane. Lead singer for Enemy Muse. I’m pretty sure the twenty-thousand women who were here tonight would agree that you don’t need anyone’s approval, especially mine.”

“Well,CassieWalker.”I stress her last name since she’s always calling me by mine, and it draws a smile out of her. “I happen to like hearing what you think.”

Her arms wrap around my neck. “You’re just saying that because of all the post-sex endorphins swimming around in your head.”

“The what now?” I lean in and give her a quick kiss as she laughs. The sound wraps around me like a warm blanket.

“The post sex—”

I cut her off with another kiss, this one harder. Deeper. I move my body over hers and feel my cock already throbbing for her again.

“You mean this?” I say, shifting my hips to grind my dick between her legs.

Cassie’s eyes roll back as she lifts her hips to meet my aching dick, but it’s the smile crossing her cheeks that has me hypnotized.

“What were we talking about?”

“Absolutely nothing,” I say, claiming her mouth with my own.

She melts like chocolate in the sun under my touch, and I fucking love it. I love everything about her body under mine. How she smells like things I’m sure are all in my head. Like honey, and lemonade, and fresh-cut grass in the summer. She feels like a time in my life when it wasn’t so painful to think. When I still resembled myself in some way, and not just a tortured figment of whatever the world has morphed me into.

I love how she moves, how she moans. How she’s always thinking too hard about too much, but one dip of my tongue between her pretty, puffy lips and she loses all train of thought.

She’s liquid, and I’m a desert, desperate to drink her up.

Cassie’s hands grip my sides as I press against her, enjoying the feel of her in her sexy band T-shirt with no bra underneath. Her nipples are already hard and achy, and I can feel the heat of her pussy grinding against me.

“Fuck me,” she says.

Yep, my cock is at full attention for this.

“Sebastian, get your dick out of my friend for five seconds and come party with us.” Merry’s voice is like a bucket of ice water being poured over me.

I lift up, and Cassie gives me a disappointed smile. “We’ve been found.”

“Should have picked the hotel room,” I tell her.

It just felt so far away, and she was so naked under her T-shirt and shorts that I was thinking with my dick. I dragged her to the first quiet place that wasn’t another dressing room that I’d probably never want to see under a black light.

“No stars,” Cassie says. Her eyes look up to the night sky, and I swear every time she does that, they widen a little, like she’s seeing them for the first time.

“Nope, better,” I press my hips against her hot pussy and bite her lip as she moans. Her lashes flutter and her head tips back with the arch of her body. “Because hotel rooms have locks.”

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