Page 59 of Sky Full of Stars

“Oh God,” she moans.

I lower one hand and decide to try my luck, slipping it between us to rub against her. When she doesn’t stop me I unbutton and lower the zip on her jeans, looking at her for approval. She swallows then brings her lips back to mine. Slipping my hand inside her underwear and finding her soaked, it takes everything in me to keep myself under control. I tease the warm wet flesh and circle her clit with my thumb. I’m so painfully hard I can barely stand it. She suddenly shudders and her mouth opens, a low throaty moan that I remember all too well from the time we phone fucked, escapes her mouth. I can’t believe how responsive she is, it barely took any time at all to set her off. Fuck, she looks so hot when she has an orgasm. I can’t fucking take this and for the first time since I was a teenager, I come in my damn pants.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, putting my forehead on her chest, between her collarbones, I can feel her heart pounding, her chest heaving as she catches her breath.

I look up to see her flushed face filled with embarrassment.

“At least you can go take a shower,” I tell her and she frowns, looking down at me, her eyes widening in realisation, then she smirks. “You’re making a mess of me, Slugger.”

“Don’t call me that,” she rolls her eyes but she is smiling.

“Come to LA,” I say again. I’ve asked her three times on the way home but after this I’m a little more hopeful.

She clambers off me and grabs her jacket, planting a quick kiss on my lips. “Have a safe flight, Adam Mathews.”

“Seriously? You’re gonna leave me hanging like this?”

“Yep,” she kisses me again and jumps out of the car. She gives me a little finger wave and a cheeky wink then slams the door in my face.

I watch through the darkened glass as she goes into her building and the driver gets back in. “Fuck,” I mutter as the driver asks if we’re going back to the hotel. “Yeah,” I tell him.

When I land at LAX I’m tired. I didn’t sleep well the night before, thinking about Jenna and if I’ll see her again, not to mention dealing with the raging hard on I got every time I think of what we did in the car. I slept a bit on the flight but nowhere near enough to deal with what’s coming once I get off this plane. There is a car waiting on the tarmac so I don’t have to deal with the public. It takes me straight to my house where Arch and Nick are waiting. They both have keys to my place. I’m grouchy and not in the mood but neither of them call me on it. We’re all pissed off.

“Where the fuck is he?” I snap, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“Laying low at his place,” Arch sips his own water.

“I’ve already been round and reamed him out,” Nick says. “He’s a mess over it but right now I can’t feel sorry for the stupid prick.”

“What about Bianca?”

“She’s gone into full demon bitch mode.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. I’d give anything to be back in New York right now but I need to forget about that and focus. “Nick you know someone?”

“Maybe,” he says. “He plays with a warm-up band, a session guy, he’s done some openings for smaller gigs and worked on a lot of albums. He’s good, I’m just not sure he’s up to the standard we need for a full six week out of country stadium tour. He could probably get there after a few shows but we really need someone there at the start.”

I nod, he’s right. “Is there anyone who isn’t touring right now we could loan?”

“Most of the people not touring now are fucked from touring,” Arch points out.

“We can ask though?” I suggest. I fire a text off to Bianca about it, there could be someone else at the label that can help. I lean back against the countertop and look out of the window towards the ocean.

“You look fucked dude,” Arch points out helpfully. I scowl at him. “What was in New York anyway?”

“Not now,” I snap. The two of them share a look. I don’t know if Archer told Nick about my meltdown after the awards. “I need some fucking sleep,” I tell them. “We should set something up with that guy,” I say to Nick and he nods.

My phone rings. It’s Bianca. “Yeah?”

“You’re back?”

“At home with Nick and Arch.”

“Can you come in for a meeting?”

“Later. I’m screwed, I need to sleep.” She sighs heavily. “You either get me barely able to function now or coherent and able to help make decisions in about five hours, Bianca.” Arch gives me a smirk at the way I’m talking to her.

“All of you be here at three.”

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