Page 40 of Only for the Moment
Chapter Sixteen
Music hummed in his veins as images from the last couple of days flashed behind his eyelids. Kennedy… Christ. He hadn’t been lying when he said she was different. He’d had a lot of sex, a lot of one-night stands since making it big—and let’s face it, even before that. But never had he been with someone who still left him wanting after one taste. Or ten. No one whose drawwas strong enough to make him want to work at it, to see if maybe there was more than slaking a thirst involved.
Kennedy hadn’t slaked anything; she’d ignited a fire he didn’t know if he’d ever be free of, sub or not.
He groaned, the memory of her plump pink lips wrapped around his cock sending a shaft of arousal straight to his balls. For a second that night, he’d thought he would embarrasshimself like a kid in the back seat of his parents’ car with a girl for the very first time. But he hadn’t been about to rush through the experience of pushing into her tight mouth, feeling her tongue trace the vein underneath his shaft, letting her throat cup his head over and over until he thought for sure he’d go out of his mind.
He wanted to do it again, every single second of it. She’d sleptover at the penthouse again last night, but after a late rehearsal for him and late work for her, there’d only been time for fast and mind-blowing. Tonight he wanted to savor her.
“Boss?”
Isaac shot a look at Nick over his shoulder. “Yeah?”
Nick’s gaze dropped to the guitar Isaac cradled, the laptop open on the table in front of him. “You’re writing.”
A grin slipped out. “Yeah.”
Another definiteplus from his time with Kennedy. The music was returning—slowly, but there. He was adding to the song he’d begun working on in the rehearsal a few days ago with the band. Then he hadn’t been able to expand on what his subconscious mind had revealed, but today… Well, Kennedy seemed to have lit a stick of dynamite beneath his block and blown it all to smithereens.
She’d made more than one thingblow the past couple of days.
Nick took a seat in the armchair next to the couch as Isaac played through the last few bars he’d written. “It’s good.”
Isaac agreed. And the sheer relief of having something this powerful running through his mind couldn’t be described.
He set his guitar beside him on the couch. “It’s for the new album, I think. The only thing I’ve got so far,” he admitted hesitantly.
Nick nodded. “But not the last thing.”
Isaac rolled his eyes. “I was beginning to think there wouldn’t be a new album.”
“Naw. I never worried about that.” Nick relaxed into the cushions, throwing an arm across the back of the chair. “A block happens every once in a while; I’ve worked with enough artists to know it’s just a matter of figuring out what’s going on and working your way through it.”He shot Isaac a knowing look. “With Kennedy here, your nightmares have stopped. That in and of itself is a good sign.”
“That she’s here or that the nightmares have faded?”
Nick snorted. “She’s good for you, man. And bonus!” The jazz hands came out, making Isaac laugh. “She doesn’t seem to mind putting up with your kinky ass.”
She sure as hell doesn’t.Even if she was wary sometimes. They werestill feeling their way through each encounter, every day, figuring out where her boundaries were, what she liked, but there was no rush. If he had any say in it, he’d be spending a good bit of his hiatus in the city.
“She’s more than good for me,” he agreed. “She’s…something special.”
“All it takes is seeing the way you go all smoldery when she’s around to know that.”
“Smoldery?” Isaac shothis friend a look. “Your vagina’s showing, mate.”
Nick laughed—and flipped his middle finger in Isaac’s direction. Before either of them could take the conversation further, Nick’s cell rang, the one they used for business. He dug it out of his pocket, glanced at the screen, and a worried frown settled on his face. “Grace.”
Isaac reached for the phone, and Nick passed it over reluctantly. Isaachad long suspected that his friend had a little crush on Grace, though the two had never met in person. More than once he’d seen Nick chatting before passing one of Grace’s calls to him. He’d definitely need to start keeping an eye on that—she was practically his little sister, after all.
Glancing down, he tapped the Answer button, then stood to walk toward the balcony doors. “How you doing,love?”
“Isaac?”
The trace of tears was clear in her voice, making his gut tighten. “Yeah. I was with Nick. What’s got you upset?”
A pause came through the line, and he pictured Grace’s delicate features red from tears. Whatever had happened, he was fully prepared to beat the shit out of whoever had upset his friend.
“Chris just called with the news. He’s officially backing out of the benefit.”
