Page 43 of The Fangirl and the Crooner

Pressley’s just always been a bit timid and unsure. Careful to make sure she’s not doing anything that would cause someone else discomfort or upset. And the fact that she feels so confident inusthat she’d plop down into my lap without a second thought for how I might or might not take it? Honestly, it makes me hot.

My hand lands on her bare thigh, my thumb slippingjust beneath the hem of her silky shorts. She lets out a tiny gasp, so quiet, I’m sure I’m the only one who heard it, yet it’s powerful enough to rocket through me. My cock twitches and starts to swell, and Pressley’s wriggling ceases the instant she feels it.

“Are you ready to go home?” she whispers, her mouth so close to my ear that her lips brush over it as she speaks, driving me even more wild.

I give her a slight nod while rolling my hips so she can feel exactly how hard I’ve gotten for her. She leaps up like the damn thing stabbed her and announces that we’re leaving becauseI’mtired.

Keegan boos obnoxiously, and Trace picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder before giving her ass a slap. He mumbles something about needing payback for the pajamas, waves at Pressley and I, then turns and heads for the stairs without another word, Keegan hanging from his shoulder. She pushes herself up, and I can see her grin before she shoots Pressley a conspiratorial wink.

Pressley and I see our own way out, and when we get to the car, instead of opening her door, I push her back against it and lean in for a deep, heady kiss. She responds instantly, pushing her body against mine as her hips buck, and I break off the kiss with a groan before I take her right here in the driveway of my best friend’s house.

I open the door and help her inside, leaning in to buckle her seatbelt and give her another quick kiss. Closing her door, I jog around to the driver’s side and climb in, forcing myself to take deep even breaths in an attempt to calm my raging hormones. By this point, I’m so fucking hard, it’s almost painful.

I drive too fast and cut corners too sharp, and we’re home in record time. Pressley hops out before I do, and when we meet by the hood, she takes my hand and drags me toward the front door. We barely make it inside before she’s all over me, hot and eager and demanding as she rips her pajamas off. My cock throbs when I see she’s not wearing a bra or any underwear, then swells even more when she takes my hands and guides them to her breasts, moaning softly when they make contact.

God damn, she’s sexy. Especially when her inhibitions fade, and she takes what she wants.

Pinching her nipples and tugging them gently, I kiss her until we’re both breathless. Then I step back, watching her watch me as I undress. Her gaze drops to my cock, and it bobs in response when she licks her lips and swallows thickly. But as much as I love the feel of her mouth on me, I’m too far gone for that right now. I need to be inside her.

Moving slowly, like a predator on the prowl, I circle her until I’m directly behind her. Moving in, I press my chest to her back as my arms cinch around her. One hand finds her breast while the other moves south. My fingers find her soaked and swollen with need, and she yips quietly as I begin to stroke her clit.

Pressley raises her arms, leaning back into me as she wraps them around my neck. The move pushes her chest out, and I press my mouth to her shoulder as I watch my fingers pinch and tug at first one nipple, then the other. My other hand is still working her clit, the fingers moving in fast, tight circles over the tender nub until she’s panting and writhing in need.

Her body tenses against me, and I know she’s close. Without breaking the rhythm of my fingers against her clit, I move her toward the end of the couch and bend her forward slowly. Releasing her breast, I line my cock up with her entrance, teasing her by pushing just the tip in and stopping there.

“Bram,” she groans, pushing her ass up in an attempt to drive me deeper.

“You want my cock, baby?” I say, my voice deep and husky with lust as my fingers work even faster against her clit. “Tell me.”

“I want your cock,” she gasps. “Drive it deep and fuck me hard.”

As soon as the word “fuck” passes her lips, I lose what little control I was holding onto. I slam into her and, hand to God, she comes on that single thrust. She shouts my name as her inner walls clench down around me, and some ancient, animalistic instinct takes over as I roar with pride and piston my hips, drawing out her release until I reach my own.

It’s fast and dirty and intense, and the second my cock empties, I yank free of her, pull her upright, flip her around, and kiss her until I can’t breathe. Eventually, the ferocity fades, and our kisses slow to soft and tender touches that leave me lightheaded and sentimental.

My soul settles, and I know nothing in this world will ever feel as right as this very moment. We have something very special, and I make a mental promise to protect it with everything I’ve got.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

Pressley

Bram’s at work and I’m home alone, so I check in on my BingBang account. I’m not surprised to see the video I posted of Bram the other day has gone even more viral than the first. Viewers were hungry for more after discovering him the first time, and the numbers prove it. The views, likes, and shares are off the charts, and the comments are overwhelmingly positive.

Of course, there are the random jealous trolls saying mean things about Bram, but those are few and far between. He’s hot as hell, sings like a professional, and plays magnificently, so the negative comments make very little impact and are followed up with dozens of replies shooting them down.

I have a few direct messages, and I swear, my heart stops beating when I see one from a verified account touting the name of a popular recording label.Tapping the screen, I open the message, and my eyes start to tear up as I read.

They want Bram’s contact information. They want to discuss a possible recording deal with him.

Holy shit.

Closing out the app without responding, I drop my phone to the couch beside me and lean back, closing my eyes. As exciting as this news is, I have conflicted feelings. Bram just barely decided he wanted me to post a video of him, so how is he going to feel about this? It’s happening so fast, it doesn’t feel real, and it’s not even happening tome. I have no idea how Bram will react.

He’s never wanted a music career. He’s happy in his life, and the only reason he asked me to upload another video was because he thought his music might help someone like it did that woman he met at the tavern.

Signing a recording contract would lead to other things, like making music videos, accepting radio and television interviews, and eventually,maybegoing on tour. It’s a lot.

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