Chapter Eight
Jonathan
Blinking, I come back to myself. My head rests above Gabby’s breasts, our skin slick with sweat and sticking together where my arms wrap around her torso and her legs wrap around mine. Her hands run through my hair, the gesture both tender and affectionate, a sharp contrast to the hard fucking I just gave her.
I’d meant to take it slow and sweet, but once she came all over my face after our sixty-nine, I couldn’t wait to get inside her. I’d been so close to coming in her mouth, doing everything I could to hold back, because that wasn’t how I wanted to finish. Not this time. Maybe not this trip. When I ramped up what I was doing to her, it was enough to make her stop blowing me and send her flying, which was exactly what I wanted. And gave me a second to regain control of myself so I didn’t explode all over her face while she came.
By the time I got inside her, I couldn’t take it slow to save my life. I held back as much as possible, but when she wrapped herself around me and stuck her tongue in my mouth, I was done.
With a groan, I peel myself off her, placing a soft kiss on her swollen lips. “You’re so fucking sexy. You’re going to be the death of me.”
One corner of her mouth pulls up in a self-deprecating smile. “Oh yeah? I better stay away, then. All your fans would come after me if I caused your death.”
I narrow my eyes at her as I carefully pull out. “Don’t you dare. Being away from you is hell on earth. Don’t you even joke about adding to that.”
When I come back from dealing with the condom, she stands to meet me, her arms slipping around me. “I know. It’s hell for me too. I’d never stay away from you if I had the choice.”
I wrap my arms around her, biting back the desire to say that she technically does have the choice. She could come with me on tour. We could do this whole crazy thing together.
But I can’t do that to her. Any more than she could ask me to give up the tour. To stay here with her until she’s done with school. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.
Instead of saying anything, I urge her back to the bed, climbing in with her and wrapping myself behind her.
She heaves a deep sigh when my arm slides around her waist, pulling her back tight against my chest, my hand drifting up to cup her breast. One of her hands slides up my arm, caressing me as our legs tangle together. “This is nice,” she says.
“Mmm.” I place a kiss behind her ear. “I agree. Let’s stay here like this all night.”
She turns her head to look at me, one eyebrow raised. “Aren’t we going to the festival? I thought you were supposed to go schmooze or something, since you don’t play until Sunday.”
Now I let out a sigh, only mine is more one of resignation. “Yeah. I should. But I don’t wanna.”
She laughs, the sound making me smile. “You sound like a pouting toddler.”
I nuzzle her hair. “Can you blame me? I’d much rather spend the rest of the day and all night naked in bed with my girlfriend who I haven’t seen for a month. Do you really want to go tonight? We have all day tomorrow, plus we have to be there Sunday. I have a show.”
Another giggle escapes her. “Yes, I seem to recall that. Since that’s why you’re here.” She pauses, and I lift my head so I can see her better. When she meets my eyes, her lower lip is caught between her teeth.
“You want to go, don’t you.” I can see it in her eyes.
She lifts one shoulder, trying to play it off as no big deal. “Kinda. I mean, I’ve never been to anything like this before. I’m curious.”
“It’s not like you won’t get to go at all.”
She turns her face away from me again. “Never mind. We can stay here all night if you don’t have to be there. It’s fine.”
“Gabby,” I say softly. When she doesn’t look at me, I give her a little jiggle. “I don’t want to fight about this. But …”
Her eyes meet mine again. “No, it’s fine. I just thought it would be fun to go to my first festival like this with you. If I don’t go until Sunday, I’ll be with Lauren in the audience. Which is fine. Lauren’s a lot of fun. But I miss getting to do things with you. I miss this,” she squeezes my arm, pulling me tighter against her, “too. So if we just do this for the rest of the night, I won’t be unhappy. But I’m staying here with you, so it doesn’t seem to me like a few hours of wearing clothes and being around other people today is that big of a deal.”
I push my hips against her ass. “I was planning on doing more than just cuddling.”
She gives me an acerbic smile. “I figured, Mr. Horny Pants. And you know I didn’t just mean cuddling either.”
Still fondling her breast with one hand, I rub her nipple until it gets hard, then drag my hand slowly down her torso to settle between her legs. “I didn’t hear any complaints earlier.”
She gasps when my finger nudges her clit. “No. No complaints.”
I draw soft circles there, and she opens her legs a little wider, rolling all the way onto her back to give me more access.
“So we agree? This tonight, the festival tomorrow and Sunday. We’ll be busy enough. I want you all to myself for a little while. Haven’t you figured out yet that I’m a greedy bastard?”
Her light laugh turns into a groan when my fingers slide inside her. “Okay. Yes.”
“Yes?” I rub that spot that makes her shudder and groan again.
“Yes,” she gasps. “We’ll stay here tonight. Festival tomorrow. Remind me to call Lauren later.”
“I can do that.” I take her mouth in a kiss, sliding my tongue inside, moving slow, playing her with my fingers to get her almost to the edge. I want to feel her come around me this time.
When I slide inside her, she’s begging for me, already so close she can’t stand it. Each thrust has her clenching and groaning and chanting, “Oh my God,” again and again. And when she comes at last, her fingers clutching mine where our hands are intertwined, I let myself go, pounding into her, keeping her orgasm going while I find my own. This time when I fall against her, limp and wrung out for the moment, I wrap my arms around her and pull to the side so I don’t have to worry about crushing her. Her hands slide around to my back, clutching me to her just as tightly.
I never want to let her go.