Page 508 of Rock Me All Night
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My tiny North Hollywoodapartment is cruelly without air conditioning. Sixty seconds after my shower, I'm hot and sticky.
Screw pajamas. I plop in bed naked. Even my thin cotton sheet is too much. I try to sleep, but my thoughts weigh on me.What if the loan doesn't go through? There's no way I'll pay for school. And Dad hasn't called back. Is he drinking again? I'm not there. How is he going to hold it together on his own?
Just once, I want to forget how to think. I want to be like that girl in the bathroom at the bar, completely in my body, screaming in ecstasy.
Nathan never made me feel like that.
Mostly, I was worried if I was doing it right, if I was good enough for him.
But Pete…
I bet he could make me forget about everything besides his hands, his mouth, his cock.
My cheeks flush. I might as well work off some of this energy.
I'm hot but it's not from the temperature.
It's the thought of him.
I know it sounds ridiculous, but I usually have to try so hard to concentrate if I want to come. But thinking of him is seamless. I'm already halfway to an orgasm.
My eyelids press together as I slide my hand between my legs. I think of him, here, in the bed with me. I think of his strong hands trailing over my breasts, his soft lips on my neck, his hips rocking against mine as he pulls our bodies together, as he buries himself deep inside me.
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The air conditioningpours over me as I step inside the coffee shop. A sigh escapes my lips. That feeling is heaven.
There he is, sitting in the corner, his long bangs hanging in front of his piercing brown eyes. Even in dark wash jeans and a light t-shirt, Pete is magnetic enough he glows.
But he's not alone.
There's a couple with him—a young woman with a cool, edgy pink ombre bob and a man with dark blond hair. He looks familiar.
Oh, shit, that's Tom Steele, the Sinful Serenade drummer.
For a second, I forget that Madison and I are not on speaking terms and I imagine her turning bright red and squealing as I explain that I not only met Tom and Pete Steele but actually had coffee with them.
Actually made myself the next notch on Pete's bedpost.
Then I remember and my stomach twists. My lunch threatens to make a reappearance.
I'm not sure what hurts more—that the only person in the world I trust betrayed me or that we're still not on speaking terms.
My shoulders tense. I miss her as much as I hate her.
"Hey." His voice cuts through the quiet room.
The deep, steady timbre makes my knees weak.
I nod my own hey and make my way to his table.
The woman with pink hair smiles at me. "Hi, I'm Willow." She offers her hand to shake. "We didn't mean to crash your… date. We just moved and um, we were picking up some stuff at Pete's place and he mentioned he was meeting someone here. It's not like we're spying. I swear. Just this place has the best mocha. Do you like chocolate?"
"Yes but not with coffee." I smile. She's obviously spying, but it seems like she has good intentions. "It's nice to meet you."
"Yeah. You too. It's nice to finally see Pete with someone… so um. Your dress is pretty. ModCloth?"
