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Jack grinned, lining himself up with my entrance. He took a shaky breath before slowly sinking into me. I studied his face as it twisted with bliss, his eyes squeezing shut and his jaw falling open. Jack leaned forward, wrapping his arms protectively around my shoulders. He pressed his forehead against mine, our hot breaths mingling as he slowly fucked into me.

Jack quickly found my G-spot. I felt my second orgasm already beginning to mount as he abused it with his cock.

“Jack, Jack, Jack,” I whispered his name like a prayer.

Gradually, Jack picked up the pace. His slow thrusts became fast and frenzied, and the sound of our moans filled the small bus cabin.

I’d never come without clitoral stimulation before, but I felt undeniably close. I was tempted to touch myself, but instead, I wrapped my arms around Jack’s neck and pulled his lips to mine. We kissed desperately and deliriously, breaking off at times to moan or gasp.

Stars exploded in my vision as I came. Every muscle in my body seized with euphoria. I felt myself clench around Jack’s dick, which only heightened the sensation of his thrusting. Jack broke from my lips to attack my neck as he continued pumping into me, his hips stuttering as he, too, came close to his climax.

I finished, but Jack wasn’t yet done.

I gasped and moaned, an overstimulated mess, as Jack kept fucking me at deliciously high speeds. In my pleasure-addled mind, I couldn’t tell whether I wanted to get away from Jack or pull him closer. The bliss of being fucked post-orgasm was both overwhelming and addicting. It was so good, it was almost painful—and vice-versa.

Finally, Jack came with a grunt. His hips stuttered as he climaxed before finally slowing to a stop.

“Fuck, Aster. That was amazing,” Jack murmured before pulling me into a deep kiss. “Did you come just from me fucking you?”

I swallowed thickly, nodding. “I’ve never done that before.”

“How did it feel?”

“Intense in all the best ways,” I said. I kissed him, almost shyly.

Jack pulled out of me, beaming in his afterglow. In the dim light of the bus, he looked like a fucking angel.

What on Earth did I do to deserve this man? I wondered. Even though I had been on the road with Wicked Crimson for three weeks, I still couldn’t believe that this was my life. Part of me still believed that any second, I’d wake up—only to find that the past month had been one crazy dream.

After we’d calmed down, Jack and I headed to the shower to clean up.

“I’d fuck you here, too, if the damn thing wasn’t so small,” Jack said, wiggling his brows.

I winked, turning the shower on before stepping in. “I’d let you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. If the damn thing wasn’t so small.”

Jack laughed. “You better be talking about the shower.”

“Believe me, I am.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Jack

On the ride to Louisville, I got a tattoo.

I sat at the table in the main area of the tour bus, scrolling through my social media feed as Aster doodled on the side of my calf with a Sharpie marker. She had wanted to draw on my upper body so that she could sit next to me on the bench, but unfortunately other than a few measly patches on my arms and chest, there wasn’t much free real estate for her to work with as far as bare skin went.

Across from me, Kane was paging through a book about Johnny Cash. To my left, Axel was strumming out chords on his guitar.

Damien and Zephyr were still passed out in their bunks.

The drive from Nashville to Louisville was only a few hours, so I’d managed to convince Aster to ride on the tour bus with us. She had agreed—under the stipulation that she be allowed to draw on me.

“Stop bouncing your leg, Jack,” Aster chided.

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