Page 89 of Spark

Sighing happily, I stroke his arm. “I feel like a new woman. I feel high.”

“Me, too. The high part. Not the new woman part.”

“I’m so glad we’re flinging like this. We’re geniuses to do this.” I giggle. “The rest of the band would crap their pants if they knew.”

“Oh. So, this is a secret?”

“It has to be. How can things go back to normal afterward, if not?”

He flushes. “Yeah. I see what you mean.”

I scoot close and run my finger across his abs. “Thank you so much for showing me what my body can do. I love you so much.”

Fuck.

That felt weird.

But why?

I’ve told Kendrick that before. Lots of times. After we won a Grammy for best new artist, our whole band couldn’t stop blurting “I love you guys so much!” over and over again to each other, for the rest of the night. But right after this man has fucked me into oblivion, and when we’re still lying naked in bed, nose to nose, the phrase suddenly feels like it’s taking on a whole new—and forbidden—meaning.

Feeling panicked, I quickly add, “You’re the best friend and fling partner a girl could ever hope for.”

Kendrick presses his lips together. “You, too. You’re a gem of a best friend. My all-time favorite person.” With that, he kisses my forehead and whispers, “Good night, cutie.”

“Good night, my darling.”

With a loud exhale, he closes his eyes, signaling he’s checking out now, and I stroke his face and forehead for a bit while studying his beautiful face in repose.

It’s a good thing Kendrick and I didn’t get together when I stupidly went to surprise him that weekend. If by some chance he had said yes to me and been my first, for real, if he’d fucked me back then even half as well as he just did, then nothing would be as it is now. Kendrick and I wouldn’t have lasted, because Kendrick never has long relationships, and neither do I. Also, I wasn’t equipped to handle a fling back then, the way I am now. So, when things went south for us, he would have ruined me for anybody else. And then what?

Kendrick’s face turns slack underneath my fingertips. His breathing is slow and rhythmic now. The handsome boy who just fucked me better than anyone else, ever, is fast asleep. And thankfully, I’m adult enough now to realize everything’s worked out, exactly as it was meant to be.

25

KENDRICK

Pleasure shoots through me, sending a hair-raising torrent of electricity straight into my dick. With a soft moan, I slide my hand toward my crotch to investigate the cause of this sudden jolt of goodness and discover a bobbing head of soft hair underneath my fingertips.

My eyes flutter open as a languid smile spreads across my face. She’s really here. Last night was real. And not only that, Ruby’s waking me up with her voracious mouth. Dreams really do come true.

“Good morning to you, too,” I growl out, my voice cracking with grogginess. “Damn. You’re my kind of blushing virgin.”

Ruby giggles, but the sound is muffled by the dick in her mouth.Mydick. I can’t believe it. It’s literally one of my hottest fantasies come to life.

Just as my balls begin tightening in preparation for the grand finale, Ruby releases me with a loud pop of her mouth. Her face aglow, she gasps out, “You want me to keep going, or do you want me to save a horse and ride a cowboy?”

“Whichever turns you on more.”

Ruby grips my hard dick and smiles wickedly. “Which option will inspire you to show me your dirty lyrics?”

“Neither. But if you stop mentioning that, I promise to make all your sexual fantasies come true.”

“You’re already going to do that.”

She’s right. I am. And nothing can stop me. Not even Ruby constantly asking me about those damned non-existent lyrics.

“Ah, well. A girl can try,” she mutters, correctly interpreting my facial expression. With a sigh, she scoots across the bed to the nightstand and grabs a condom, her decision about what to do next apparently made. After handing me the packet, she leans down and pecks my lips. “Wanna know a secret?” she whispers. “You already fulfilled all my fantasies last night, anyway.”

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