Chapter Seventeen
Jonathan
The weekend with Gabby is over far too soon. A show Friday, a full day of PR and fan events on Saturday, plus a show that night means that my time with her is limited. We make the most of the breaks and the time in the car going from place to place. But with Colt along, we can’t do much more than hold hands and chat.
And now it’s Sunday morning. I wake her up earlier than I should, because I want to spend time with her awake. I want her all to myself for a few hours before we have to leave—her to fly back to school and me to board the tour bus and head to Calgary.
She stretches, arching against me as I place soft kisses on her shoulder, brushing her hair out of her face as she rolls to face me. Her eyelids lift slowly, her eyes dark pools in the dim light seeping around the edges of the drapes. “What time is it?”
“Seven.” I dip my head to capture her lips as she lets out a groan.
“Why are you waking me up so early?”
I slide her under me, nudging her legs apart and settling between them. “I couldn’t sleep. And I want to spend time with you.”
She rubs herself against me as her eyes fall closed again. “You mean you wanted to have sex with me more before I fly back to school.”
A grin claims my mouth for a second. “I have to get my fix to last me until I see you again.”
Her mouth curves in an answering smile, but she gasps when I bend my head to suck at her nipple, lightly scraping it with my teeth. “And when is that going to be? We never compared schedules.”
“Hmm.” She shivers when I hum against her chest, and I smile against her skin at her response. “Colt has my schedule. I’ll have to talk to him. But we’ll figure it out today on the road, and I’ll confirm with you the dates that work best. Sound good?”
She arches her back, pushing her chest up to me since I’ve stopped lavishing it with attention. “Sure. Yes. That’s great.” Her eyes drift open. “Why’d you stop?”
Shifting backward, I brace my upper body with my left arm so I can use the other hand to touch her. “We were talking. I can’t talk and suck on your nipples at the same time.”
“Less talking, more sucking,” she demands. And I’m happy to oblige.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, clutching me to her chest as I make both nipples peaked and dark and shiny. She presses herself into my mouth, encouraging me with moans and nonsense, and her usual invocations of “Oh my God,” when she especially enjoys something.
When I leave her breasts and start sliding down her torso, trailing kisses and sliding over her soft skin with my nose and lips and tongue, she says something astonishing. Something that I kick myself for not thinking of on my own.
“You’re going east on I90 after this, right? I wish I could just hitch a ride with you and spend a few more hours together instead of taking a car to the airport.”
I freeze and lift my head. “Holy shit.”
Her eyes fly open and meet mine. “What?”
“Why didn’t I think of that?” I’d smack myself in the head, but my hands are too busy gripping Gabby’s ass right now.
She laughs, running a hand through my hair and down my face. “I don’t know. Why didn’t you think of that? You could’ve saved a little money and just bought me a one-way ticket.”
For a second my brain snags on the idea of buying her a one-way ticket because she’s staying with me for good, but I force it to move past that thought to the reality in front of us. “Who cares about that? It’s not that much money. Skip your flight. You’re riding the tour bus with me. You’ll get back to school later, though. Is that okay?”
She shrugs. “Sure. As long as I get a little bit of time to do my theory homework for tomorrow. I was planning on doing it on the plane on the way back.”
“I’m sure we can make time for that. Colt will be on the bus with us too. We can figure out our schedule together.”
Her grin is as huge as mine as her hands cup my cheeks, pulling me toward her as she curls up so she can give me a kiss. I take over, though, nipping at her lower lip, sliding my tongue against hers, turning her celebratory kiss into something hotter.
When I pull back and take in her disheveled hair, swollen lips, eyes at half-mast, I whisper, “Now, where were we?”
I shift back so I can settle between her thighs again, my hands spreading her legs apart.
Propping herself on her elbows, she lounges back, her eyes never leaving mine. “Right about there, I think.”
I love when she gets that husky, sexy quality to her voice. “Yeah. I think you’re right.” Lowering my head, I draw a line up the inside of her thigh with my tongue, then blow on it, enjoying the way goosebumps rise all over her skin in response. I do it to the other side before thumbing her open and taking a long lick across her center.
Her breath hitches and her hips lift to follow my mouth when I move away from her.
God, I miss this when she’s gone. Her taste, her reactions, the way she gives herself to me so completely. I miss all the millions of little things. The way her breath hitches. The way her smile lights up her face when she sees me. The way she pulls her hair around one shoulder, showing off the line of her neck.
Sliding two fingers inside her, I turn them to find that swollen, ridged spot that makes her come apart in my hands. Her legs spread even wider, her muscles tightening when I find it.
I lower my head again, flicking her clit lightly with my tongue. There’ll be nothing hard and fast about this encounter. I have the time and ability to draw out all of her reactions, and I fully intend to use it. Savoring her. Filing away her cries, her twitches, the way her hands claw at the blankets when I get her close but don’t allow her to tip over the edge. The raw edge to her voice as she cries out, “Please, please, oh god oh god oh god,” until I finally take her all the way there. The way she curls up and groans in ecstasy, her muscles clamping all around me, inside and outside.
When the last of her aftershocks has trembled through her, I withdraw my hand, rising over her to grab a condom on the bedside table. Her eyes are greedy as she watches me roll it on, then opens her arms to me, welcoming me into her embrace, into her body. I gather her against me before sliding inside her, slow and easy, relishing the feel of her all around me for the last time this visit. Rocking my hips against hers, showing her how much I love her, my face buried against her neck.
“I love you, Gabby.”
Her hands trail down my back, gripping my ass as she presses her hips up against me. “I love you, too. So much.”
Her words spur me on, my pace increasing, her hands pressing into me, encouraging me to move, the delicious friction of her body surrounding mine pushing me to the edge faster than I planned. I wanted to make this slow and sweet, a contrast to the hard and fast encounters we’ve had most of the weekend due to our long separation and the time constraints forced on us by my schedule. But I can’t hold back. I can’t draw things out. And her whispers of love and groans of encouragement rob me of any control I thought I possessed.
The flash of heat zips down my spine, and I come with a grunt, crushing her into the bed. It’s only when I come back to myself that I realize, “You didn’t come again.”
She chuckles, still stroking my back. “No. I didn’t. It’s okay, though. It’s not like I haven’t had more than my share of orgasms this weekend.” She urges me to my side, so I roll off her, propping myself up on an elbow, our lower bodies still entwined. I’m not ready to pull out yet. Her lips stretch in a cheeky grin. “Besides, we have time for at least one more round before we have to pack up and check out right?”
I return her smile. “Right. Shower first, though. Then breakfast.”
She arches an eyebrow. “Didn’t you already have me for breakfast?”
With a low chuckle, I give her a quick kiss before carefully pulling out of her. “Well, our usual thing has always been dessert first. Why change that now?”
Her laughter follows me into the bathroom as I dispose of the condom and turn on the shower. The slight reprieve of taking her back to school on the tour bus has loosened the tight band squeezing my chest at the prospect of saying goodbye yet again. We’re still parting sooner than I’d like, but not as soon as we’d originally planned.
It might make me a lovesick fool, but I’ll take any and every minute I can get with her right now. They’re all too few and far between.