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He slants his head my way again, eyes sparkling. “It’s more than okay, I expect a lot of PDA now. I’m done hiding.”
I can’t contain my grin as I grab the back of his head again and pull him to me, claiming him for all the world to see as the thing he is; mine.
TWENTY-NINE
It’s two weeks after we lost the championship game–and two weeks back into the routine of a new semester–when I find myself in front of the band for a private-performance.
“Here,” Ava says as she drops a phone in my lap, “film this. I want to use it on TikTok. And you too, Lamar. I want good material from different angles.” She throws a second phone to Lamar, the only other person who’s allowed to see this little show.
“You guys have TikTok?” I ask as I dutifully open her camera and point it at the band as they take the makeshift stage in Missy and Jace’s living room. ‘The Stage’ consists of shoving their couch–on which I’m currently sitting–back against the wall and removing the coffee table. Asher’s spare drum kit is in the corner. Very effective.
“Yeah, duh. I use every social media channel, I’m awesome that way. Just get on with the filming so I have something to show our followers.” Ava grabs her bass guitar and settles down on an upturned crate, plucking on the strings to do whatever it is she does before performing.
It’s just me and Lamar there to watch them, to be the official judges of their new song, which they’re adamant about can be a hit in the making. I don’t know much about music, but I do know this new song of theirs is a killer, because Jace already sang it to me a couple of times, acapella.
Well, not so muchsingingto me as whispering the filthy lyrics in my ear. Which always results in more filthy stuff.
As if he knows what I’m thinking, he gives me a mischievous grin and a wink from where he’s standing front and center, before grabbing the mic stand and suggestively sliding his hand up and down the pole.
Yup. If Ava’s going to post this, it should be at least R-rated.
“You guys are terrible, you know that?” Missy asks from her regular spot on Jace’s left, eyebrows arched.
“Aw, honey. Don’t be jealous. You can fondle my pole tonight.” Lamar grins his stupid grin, and Missy shakes her head, muttering something unintelligible before focusing her attention on the others.
“You guys ready?” she asks, and her three bandmates all give her the go-ahead.
Jace finds my attention locked on him, and I give him a thumbs-up before I press the record button on the screen.
Asher hits the song off with a heavy, sultry beat, and I’m already fucking sold. The beat is slow, sensual, and hits in all the right places. The rest of the band joins in, and while I’m recording the first verse, I think I can understand why they think this has hit-potential; this shit sounds fucking unreal.
It’s a dirty song–verydirty–but that was bound to happen since Jace wrote it while pounding me into the mattress.
And it’s in there; the sex. It’s in the sound, in the beat and in the words. He sings about the first time he entered me. The first time we were fused together. The first time he breached me.
Yeah, that’s what the song is called; ‘Breached.’
Still gives me a flush every single time I hear the lyrics.
Of course he doesn’t mention me outright. And it’s written in a way that you’re not sure if it’s about two men. But that it’s about hot, heavy, and all-consuming sex? Crystal fucking clear.
Lamar starts to holler when Jace throws out a very filthy line, but I punch him in the shoulder to shut him up after seeing the angry glare Ava gives him. The band stays totally in sync, though, and it sounds amazing.
Jace, of course, is having way too much fun with this, withoursong. His stage-persona ishighlyon and since the audience is sparse, all his unwavering attention is on me. Every roll of his body and punch of his hips is aimed in my direction. And when he slides his hand slow and sensual down his front–carressing his fucking dick while does–he lifts his white v-neck when it goes back up.
I swear I fucking growl.
Lamar chuckles beside me, but I can’t find it in me to care. I only care about the gorgeous hunk of a man who is solely focused my way and watches with a hungry gaze how I adjust myself with my free hand. He bites his bottom lip and moans after the last dirty words from the final chorus have left his mouth. And fuck it, they’re nearly done anyway.
I throw Ava’s phone on the couch, without bothering to put it off, get up and lift Jace in one fluid motion, latching my mouth on his. He instantly pushes the cap off my head and grabs my hair with both hands, holding on for dear life, chuckling. The laugh quickly turns into a groan as I thrust my tongue inside, and we ignore the boos and protests from his friends. I even feel a pillow slamming into my back. Fucking Lamar.
Lifting Jace higher with a grunt, I switch him to one arm so I can flip them off while I keep kissing my man. He’s a big dude, so very heavy, but luckily I’m crazy strong. I’ve never been more grateful for the insane weight lifting exercises that Coach puts us through.
Jace doesn’t stop kissing me and seems oblivious to his friends, so I leave them be and carry him to his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us. They can jam by themselves for a couple of hours for all I care. Jace’s part is already perfect anyway.
Lips locked, I let us fall on his bed that’s crammed in the corner, me on top of him. He has a very small room, with an even smaller bed, so it’s always a snug fit. It’s one of the reasons we usually sleep at my place.
I push the longer strands on top of his head, which have fallen into his eyes, back. Those fuck-ass gorgeous eyes. I nudge his nose with mine before pressing a soft kiss against his lips.
