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That’s what he thinks…I didn’t have a chance to finish that thought. An orgasm to rival all orgasms rocketed my body.
“Oh God, Jared,” I screamed out. Nowthatwas a first. I’d never been considered a screamer before.
The orgasm hit me so hard—thanks to the incredibly long drought between the last time I’d had sex and now—that it took me a long moment to regain my senses.
My eyes closed, I was vaguely aware of Jared climbing off the bed. A second later, the mattress dipped again under his weight.
I opened my eyes to discover that not only was Jared now naked, but his cock was jutting out, proud and eager. He ripped open a square foil package and rolled on the condom. Then he positioned himself between my legs and slowly pushed his tip inside me.
“God, Callie, you’re so tight,” he groaned, and pushed deeper into me. Even though I’d just witnessed a fireworks show to surpass all others, my body was more than happy for an encore.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, seating him further into me. I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began; I only knew that it felt good. Better than good.
We rocked against each other, moaning and panting with each stroke of his cock. My body clenched around his wide length, and I called out his name combined with a groan.
The last waves of euphoria had just washed through me when Jared came. Between his guttural sound and my cries as I came, I was thankful Logan couldn’t hear us. I wasn’t so sure, though, if my neighbors were as lucky.
Jared left the bed and disposed of the condom, then looked back at me, uncertainty sitting square on his shoulders.
The moment of euphoria I had enjoyed became a distant memory. Shit, he was already regretting what could’ve easily been described as the best thing to have happened to me in a while.
Chapter 27
Jared
I’d been fantasizing about sinking my cock inside of Callie since the day I first bumped into her at the grocery store. But fantasy was nothing like reality.
Not even close.
Only now that we had finally fucked, what did that mean?
We weren’t in love. We were seeing where things were going between us, before I went back on tour again. Before I returned to the emptiness that had become my life on the road—even with four bandmates to keep me from being alone.
I disposed of the condom in the trash can and returned to the bed. Callie was lying on her side, bent elbow propping up her head, teeth tugging on her lower lip. The sheet was wrapped around her breasts, low enough to reveal her cleavage. My tongue and hands itched to rip the sheet off her body and explore her again.
I sat next to her and ran my fingers down her naked arm. “You all right?”
She nodded, and I gently kissed her. With the groupies I had screwed, I couldn’t get away fast enough afterward. Not that they cared. They had gotten what they were after and were ready to move on. A few were looking for something more, but that didn’t matter in the end. Even with Tiffany, I’d never felt the urge to hang around for long after we fucked.
Not so with Callie.
I climbed under the sheets and we quickly became a tangle of limbs, her head on my shoulder. It felt good. Great, even. Like her body had been designed for this, with me.
Her fingers traced across my chest. “How come you don’t have any tattoos? Aren’t rock stars supposed to have tattoos?”
“I’m not exactly a rock star. I’m a musician who plays rock music.”
She smiled in the way that had always warmed me. I used to pretend that only I was the recipient of it. That I was somehow special.
“Youarea rock star.” She brushed her lips against mine. “You’re my rock star.” Her words were soft yet determined. My heart swelled at hearing them.
This time when our lips met, the passion between us almost consumed me. Letting her go was no longer an option.
But as the moment became more heated, our tongues sliding against each other in their own seductive dance, she pulled back. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Which question was that?”
“Why don’t you have any tattoos? The other guys in the band have them, right?”
