Page 32 of Crazy Love
“Well?”
“I wouldn’t dream of asking. Not on a first date…or a second.” This is technically our second.
“Yeah, but we’re not on a date. This is a rescue mission, remember: zombie apocalypse, fallen comrades. That means anything goes.”
I could’ve lived without the reminder of Knox comatose in the bath. Although when she slides the heel of her hand down my spine between our bodies until she reaches my tailbone, and then extends two fingers so that they sit right over the tight furl of muscle that is my anus, I forget all about him again.
Maybe she’s an angel sent here to save me. She looks like one with all that fly away golden hair.
Except, I’m pretty sure angels don’t attempt to seduce you into sinning with them, and arse play is definitely a sin. I’ve read a few holy books.
“Are you brave enough to admit it’s what you want?” she asks, her breath warm against the side of my head.
I pray this isn’t a tease, and that if I actually bite, she won’t make grossed out noises and bid me adieu for the night.
I want her tongue in an intimate place, but I want her continued company more. Two more hours until we have to perform for Graham Callahan, two hours before my world falls apart. I don’t want to face them alone.
She sighs. “I admitted that I wanted you in my cunt.”
I have the shivers.
She says cunt so quietly, I know it’s a strain for her.
“Do it,” I say. “Lick me there. Rim my arsehole.”
“You’ve such a potty mouth, Darke.” Her hands land firmly on my arse. Then she drags the globes apart. I hope the ink is dry, or her musical notes are going to be all smudged. I steal a very bated breath. “Good thing I like dirty.”
“Oh God!”
What she does then and there, no woman has ever done to me. She licks me, and I love her for it.
Knox was right. Loveday Trevaskis is dirty. She’s really fucking dirty.
I’ve found my soul mate.
She doesn’t stop at one lick either, but flicks her tongue around like she can’t get enough of the taste of me, like she’s on a mission to prove her dominion over me. She’s got it. I’m utterly, utterly hers. She’s blasted me off into the stratosphere and is now wriggling a fingertip into my arse in a way that literally has me dying from excitement.
My dick is back to being poker hard, and I’m straining upwards towards her touch, when the sound of a key card being rammed into the door lock completely fucks up the moment.
“Dane, I thought we had a rule about not bringing your groupies back to the room.”
The intruder is Joel then, and he’s seen the clothing strewn across the carpet. Loveday and I have enough time to roll off the bed and pull the duvet down on top of us before he traverses the little bit of corridor the bathroom is off before he enters the bedroom proper.
We sit huddled between the two twin beds, both doing our best to shield her modesty. Having left me to handle Knox on my own, Joel doesn’t deserve any sort of treat, and catching a glimpse of Loveday’s hot body is awesome visual candy.
“I thought you were sharing next door with Knox, and I was bunking with Nate.”
“Knox is in the bathroom,” I say, which stops Joel in his tracks. His neck swivels round, so he can confirm what my voice has already told him. That it’s not Dane he’s walked in on.
“Nate? I thought you were working on the song.”
“Was,” I confirm. “Stuff happened.”
I’m doing my level best to keep Loveday out of sight, but Joel still sees her. The moment it happens, his eyes narrow thoughtfully, and his lips seal themselves as if he’s holding back a long string of questions. I suppose given what he was demanding of me when we last spoke, he’s probably wondering if finding me in flagrante with her is a good sign or a bad one.
“You’re fucking a member of Bitch Slap,” he says, his tone uneasily neutral.
“Has fucked,” Loveday corrects him. “We were contemplating round two.”
