Page 12 of The Roadie
Three times they’d been together, and three times he’d rescued her. First, sticking up for her with the guy who spilled coffee on her. Next, when she twisted her ankle at the recording studio. And, now, when she almost fell off the bicycle. “You’re my hero, Brett Navarro. This little trip to Chicago would have done me in if it weren’t for you.”
“It’s a good thing I’m here then. You sure you got this?” He motioned to the bike with his chin.
“Watch me.” She took off again, laughing and peddling as if her life depended on it.
“Wait for me!” he called after her.
A few seconds later, he rode past her sticking his tongue out.
She peddled faster and overtook him, laughing harder than she had in a long time, carefree and without restraint. The air filled her lungs, the wind blew her hair in all directions, the muscles in her legs burned from peddling so fast, and her cheeks hurt from smiling so wide.
After they made two complete revolutions around the bike path, they stopped at a Starbucks located near the edge of the lake and had a Frappuccino. As she sipped her cold coffee beverage, she realized they had come full circle, drinking coffee together like when they had first met. She knew the clock wasn’t on her side. She needed to leave for the airport in just under two hours, and it robbed her of her good spirits. “Let’s go back to my hotel. Before this day gets away from us.”
Brett’s smile faded and his eyes filled with sadness. “I can’t believe you’re leaving so soon. You lit up my world today. I meet a lot of people on the road. Not one of them compares to you. I’m really gonna miss you.” His voice grew sad and cracked at the end.
Shocked by the emotion he exhibited, Kira lost her voice for a second. “I feel the same way.” She didn’t want to say anything else, for fear she would start crying.
Brett pulled her to his chest and kissed her slowly. Without letting her out of his embrace, he booked an Uber, and they stayed in each other’s arms while they waited for the car to bring them to the hotel.
Kira placed her boots next to the door and took her sneakers off the moment she got back to the room. She felt nervous and anxious about being alone with Brett, which was crazy considering she had no inhibitions when they had first met. But this was different. Special. It was the last time they’d be together. She sat on the edge of the bed, curled her toes into the carpet, and smiled up at him. He sat next to her and surprised her by taking her feet into his lap and rubbing them, massaging the arch and stretching out her toes. It immediately relaxed her muscles, and she wanted to melt into the covers. “Oh my God. That feels so good.”
“Lie back.”
She put her head on the pillow while he continued to massage her feet. He lifted one foot to his lips and placed a light kiss on her instep. Sensuality replaced the tickle factor, and a low moan replaced what normally would have been laughter.
Impatient to feel this man’s hands on her body, she opened her jeans and started to wiggle out of them, but he did it for her. She was suddenly burning up and ripped off her top and bra as if they were on fire. She lie naked and exposed, while he remained fully clothed and eye-fucked her.
He kissed the soft flesh below her navel and slowly moved his lips lower. His beard left a scratchy sensation over her skin as he kissed his way down her body, until his mouth touched the wet folds between her thighs with a growly moan. His tongue moved in ferocious circles, making her head spin and her chest quiver as her breaths moved erratically in and out of her lungs. Suction created a wet pull on the most sensitive part of her body, and her shoulders bucked off the bed as she let out a loud gasp of pleasure. At the same time, his beard scraped her inner thighs leaving a raw burn. They were two totally contrasting sensations that drove her crazy. Her body hummed and tingled, as if tiny electrical impulses were lighting up her flesh. Brett increased his momentum and the intensity of his touch. Panting heavily, she arched her back in order to assure his mouth and tongue touched the exact spot that offered the most stimulation. She shuddered violently as the climax quickly overtook her, causing her eyes to roll back in her head and her open mouth to jut toward the ceiling.
She wanted him inside her, but more than that, she wanted to touch him and please him the way he pleased her. She leaned forward and tugged at the shoulders of his T-shirt. “Undress.”
He hastily discarded his clothing and knelt on the bed facing her. He had a condom in his hand, and she took it from him and tossed it onto the bed. “Not yet.” Running her hands up and down his length, a long sigh escaped him. Sliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft, purposely tickling the v-shaped ridge, she enjoyed tormenting him. After teasing him with her tongue for a few more seconds, she slid him deep into her mouth and was rewarded with another sexy moan. Sealing her lips and bobbing her head, she used her tongue and hands to cover every inch of him.
His hands came down on her shoulders with enormous strength. “Stop,” he said, with a raspy grit. “I need to take you. Now.”
The commanding tone made her submit, and she wanted to give herself to him. “I’m yours. Take me any way you want.”
His eyes turned a shade darker, and he positioned her so that she was on her knees facing the opposite direction. Fear drove a cool chill down her spine. What did she just agree to? She didn’t want anal, but his probing tongue between her butt cheeks drove unbelievable sensations through her bottom. She’d never experimented back there. It was her first rim job, and it made her wonder why she’d never done this before. “Yes,” she sighed.
He slid two fingers inside her, pushing and pulling them in and out while his tongue continued its onslaught on her back end. The combination sent rolling waves of sensations ricocheting throughout her lower region. His mouth and fingers changed places. His tongue tickled her nub, while his wet fingers toyed with the perimeter of her bottom. Nerve endings came alive in an area that had never been touched before, and she allowed herself the pleasure of this new experience.
She heard the condom wrapper rip open, and he entered her from behind. She gasped loudly as he filled her. While he pumped his hips with a hard rhythm, she rocked into him. His fingers found her nub and rubbed it until she let out a guttural, animalistic moan. Her body burned from overstimulation, and she was unable to suppress her cries when one finger circled her back end, causing another wave of sexual impulses to overtake her. He inserted the tip of his finger, just enough to feel the pressure, and an explosion went off in her head like an atom bomb. Flashes of white light blinded her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, sealing in the soaring orgasm that robbed her vision. She could barely catch her breath as her heart hammered with a hastened beat before she slowly floated down from ecstasy.
A few seconds later, Brett grunted loudly, and she felt him pulse inside of her. Then he fell on top of her, his breath heavy and hot on the back of her neck. Exhausted, her knees gave out and she panted into the pillow. He rolled onto the bed, took her into his arms, and kissed her deeply, with more passion than she expected from him.
They languished in bed, not speaking, content to hold one another, until the phone in the room rang which meant the Town Car was waiting downstairs.
They were quiet in the car. Sitting closely, they hung onto one another for whatever moments they had left. Anxiety made Kira’s stomach tighten as they approached the terminal to O’Hare, and they exchanged a bittersweet smile.
Minutes later, she stood on the curb staring into the eyes of a man she’d met 48 hours ago. Never had someone had such a profound effect on her before or changed her life in such a short time. She found the fun and carefree girl she used to be, without knowing she’d lost her. She had let her career consume her time and become her main priority, but not anymore. Brett showed her how to enjoy life again, and she was going to take advantage of it. “Thank you for the most remarkable few days I’ve ever had. You’re an amazing man.”
“You’re an amazing woman.” He wrinkled his brow and frowned. “Why does this sound like goodbye?”
“It is goodbye, Brett. We live on opposite sides of the country. You’re off touring with bands. I’m in New York buried up to my eyeballs in work.”
“I thought we’d keep in touch.”
“I want to,” she said, weakly. “But . . .” She didn’t need to tell him what would happen. They’d exchange a few phone calls. Time between calls would lengthen until they were just a memory. Maybe they’d get to see each other once or twice before time and distance pulled them apart. She refused to be just a quick roll in the sheets whenever they happened to be in the same city at the same time. She wanted a relationship. Companionship. The long-distance thing never worked, and she wasn’t going to put her heart through the wringer. It was better to have a clean break now.
