Page 85 of Opening Strain

I bite her nipple, then soothe it with my tongue. She’s like a live wire, ready but unable to explode. I pull back. My fingers continue to play music only she can hear. Her breathing becomes more labored, sweat drips down her torso onto mine. I want her to be free.

Unable to do any more for her in this position, I say, “Come for me, Jenna.”

No sooner is my command out of my mouth, then she blows apart. Her core clutches my fingers in a vice-like grip, even more liquid coats my fingers. She screams something undecipherable as her back arches. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I’m fully hard.

She collapses and I catch her by her shoulders, directing her onto the sofa next to me. Her head connects with my chest, and her hand plays with my necklace. The one she gave me so long ago. My cock twitches, reminding me he’s more than ready to play.

“Oh my God, Bennett. Oh my God.”

“I’m not a deity, Jenna.” I kiss the top of her head. “But I can be yours.”

Her hand trails down my chest to the top of my jeans. And lower. And lower. She sits up, staring down at me. “What happened? Your ice pack is on the floor.”

I shrug. “I think it fell off somewhere between your calling me a god and my fingers encircling your clit. Or was it when I was kissing your tits?”

She turns beet red. I fucking love that my words—however crude—can do this to her. Her hand snakes out and she picks up the ice and returns it to my thigh.

“Shit, that’s still cold.”

“You need to keep it on.” She stands and walks deeper into the room. She’s so gorgeous, in an unassuming way. Bending down, she picks up my discarded shirt and tosses it over her naked body.

I cross my arms and fake pout. “Not fair. You look better in my shirt than I do.” Something primal in me puffs out at her wearing my clothing.

“The doctor said no sex.”

If the ice pack didn’t do it, her latest reminder did. My cock deflates as if it were a bad boy and needed to be punished. “Nothing wrong with getting you off, though.”

Her blush returns. “Thank you.”

I don’t think I’ve ever been thanked for an orgasm before. “You’re welcome?” I let my question end on an upward note.

She looks around the room. “Well, I think I should go to bed. To sleep. Tomorrow’s a very big day, you know? I shouldn’t stay here. With you like that. I mean, keep the ice pack on for another fifteen minutes, then you can go to bed too. In your own bed. Good night!” She runs out of the room, never even stopping to clean up the dirty dishes.

If this is how she reacts to my fingers, I can’t wait to see what my cock does to her.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Iwake to birds chirping and sunlight streaming through the curtains. Blue, blue sky belies the cold temperatures. It’s going to be a beautiful day. An old Bruno Mars song plays in my mind, but I’m not looking for something dumb to do. No way will I ask her to marry me, either.

Right?

Shoving the blankets down my bare torso, I lean against the padded headboard. Images of last night replay. No matter how things ended, she enjoyed herself with me—and I’m the first man who’s gotten her off in two years. A satisfied smile fills my cheeks.

Which quickly disappears. What if she decided I was a mistake? One she doesn’t want to repeat? My fist contacts the bedding. No. Way. I can read a woman, and she was satisfied.Wasn’t she?

The ringing of my phone startles me, and I glance down to see Luke’s name. Great. Bet he’s checking up on my progress. On the third ring, I pick it up.

“Hey, Luke.”

“B! How’s it going?”

I’ve known my manager long enough to know this isn’t a socialcall—especially since we just spoke the other day. He needs to hear his asset is recovering. Plus get the scoop on whether he has to break the bad news to the rest of the band that I’m with Jenna. I tackle the first issue. “I’m doing okay. Not back to normal yet, but I’m able to walk and even take the stairs.”

“That’s great. Does the pull still give you problems?”

“I have a hard time imagining when it won’t flare up,” I confess. “But I’m able to handle things better. Physical therapy is giving me more strength and different ways to cope than I had before.”

“So, the tour starts in three days.” His statement hangs out there for a few beats. “Sounds like you’ll be ready for opening night?”

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