Page 43 of Songbird: Black Kite
Setting my bottle on the floor, I dashed back to the bedroom, snagging an extra blanket off the bed to bring back to her. As I turned to leave, I could see the drawer beside the bed was half open, and I cursed Tori and her meddling ways once again. That bitch just would not take a hint.
Making my way back to the couch, I held out the blanket lamely.
“Uh, here.”
“Thanks.”
“What’s your name?” I asked, watching closely as she wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, holding it tightly to her. I couldn’t help but stare at the wordsBlack Kitestretched across her tits. It was like a sign that she was here for me. Licking my lips, I settled beside her again, unable to keep myself from touching her.
“Wren,” she answered softly as I lightly traced my fingers over the diamonds of her sexy-as-fuck fishnet tights.
“Jen?”
“No, Wren. Like the bird?”
“Bird.” I smiled, letting my head fall back against the couch as I continued to glide my fingers up and down her thigh, just enjoying the simple act of touching her. “Bird. Sweet little Bird.”
I drifted, lost in a riotous wave of sensations, the feel of her skin under mine better than anything I could remember. I might have spent the rest of the night sitting there, just filling my soul with the essence of her if she hadn’t spoken.
“Didn’t you want to show me something?” she asked, jolting me out of the calm, hypnotic zone I’d descended into. I looked at her, confused for a moment because I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about. It took way too long before I remembered what I’d seen backstage; her, on her knees, about to worship my guitar. Just thinking about it again had me licking my lips.
“Yeah, Bird. I did. Wait here.”
I had to force my ass off the couch because I just didn’t want to stop touching her. When I finally managed to stand, I headed to the cabinet that was built into the wall and pulled out the case I was looking for. When I turned back to the couch and Bird saw what I had in my hand, she sat up straighter, her interest piqued.
I had to hold in a laugh. The girl was awkward and quiet around me, but the moment I brought a guitar into the equation, she was suddenly paying a whole fuck of a lot more attention.
“What is it?” she asked, perched on the end of the couch, like a...well, like a bird.
“This right here is my baby. My pride and joy.” Setting the case down, I reverently ran my hands over it, marveling at the delicious texture of the surface. Had it always felt that amazing?
Snapping open the latches, I paused, looking up at her once more. She was staring at the case like it was the last present on Christmas morning. Her eyes were wide, and she was chewing on her lower lip nervously. For a moment, I couldn’t think, couldn’t process a single thought besides the fact that I would give my left nut to be able to feel her lip between my teeth.
Lifting one hand from the case, I reached up and pressed my thumb to her lip, drawing it out from between her teeth. She froze, looking at me in shock as I pushed my thumb farther, going past her lips and into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I breathed, when her tongue fluttered against the pad of my thumb, the warm, wet sensation unlike anything I could remember ever experiencing. “Damn, Bird,” I said quietly, watching the way her lips parted around my thumb. Moving slowly, I dragged it in and out of her mouth a couple times, then ran my damp thumb over her lips, wetting them, before sliding inside again. “Fuck.”
I could tell she didn’t know how to respond; her body was stiff, even as her chest rose and fell rapidly. Looking up, I met her hazel eyes, shining like amber in the dim light, and I smiled.
“You got a beautiful mouth, Bird.”
She sighed, her warm breath rushing out over my hand, and she closed her eyes at my compliment. The emotion that surged through me at that moment was indescribable. I had been paying empty compliments to women for nearly a decade. Telling them what they wanted to hear, offering empty platitudes because I knew it would make them happy.
But tonight, for the first time in my entire life, I knew I meant that compliment with every fiber of my being. My little Bird had an incredible mouth. Not just for how it looked—although those pouty lips parted around my thumb was the hottest fucking thing I could ever remember seeing—but for how she used it. She didn’t say much, but what she did say was intelligent and well thought out. Not like the vapid, repetitive conversations women usually wanted to have with me. No, my Bird was quick and smart, and I couldn’t wait to see what she thought about my baby.
Pressing down on her tongue one last time, I slowly withdrew my thumb and smiled as she opened her eyes in question.
“I know,” I said, reading the disappointment in her eyes that I’d put a stop to...whatever that was. “But trust me. This is gonna be worth it.”
Flipping open the case, I could tell by her gasp that she agreed with me.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, dropping off the couch and landing on her knees beside me. “Holy shit, Hawk. Is this what I think it is?”
“It’s not the original, if that’s what you mean,” I said regretfully. “No one’s seen it since he died. But this is as close to identical as I could manage. Cost me a fuckton of cash, but I think it was worth it.”
“It’s incredible,” she agreed, reaching her hand out, but pausing before she actually touched it. “May I?” she asked, turning to look at me with her wide, eager eyes. Oh, holy fuck, what her asking for permission did to my dirty thoughts.
“Yeah, Bird,” I replied. “Go ahead.”
