Beat

“Shhh,” Fly

My heart is pounding in my chest.

“You might want to keep quiet,” he growls in my ear.

“But—” His hand comes back to my mouth, pressing gently.

“I thought I would help you figure things out.” He glides his other hand down over my body and beneath my sweatpants, fingers coming to stop over the lace of my panties. “Can you keep quiet?” he asks, his voice strained and low.

I nod, but he doesn’t immediately move the hand covering my mouth.

“When I slip my fingers inside you, can you keep quiet then?”

A muffled whimper escapes when he presses his fingers against my clit and begins to slowly rub tiny circles.

“When I fuck you with my fingers. When you’re soaked and I’m pumping in and out of you. Can you keep quiet then?” His gritty voice at my ear sends a shiver through my body.

It’s pitch dark in the small, curtain-concealed bunk, but I see the flash of need in the glow of his eyes. Longing ripples in my belly. One finger slips inside of me while his thumb continues to massage my clit—everything tingles, straight down to my toes.

“When I bury my face in your sweet pussy. Licking and sucking until I feel your body convulse around my tongue. Can you keep quiet then?”

His hand at my mouth clamps down harder, barely able to stifle my groan. My hips buck when he slips another finger inside me. He shifts to lie beside me.

“I’m going to take away my hand for a minute,” he warns and waits for me to nod before moving.

His hand inside me slows while the other manages to undress me from the waist down. He pushes up my shirt and growls when he finds my erect nipples.

“Bend your knees. Pull your legs up and spread them wide for me.” His head dips, his mouth sucking harshly on my nipple as he resumes the speed of his pumps between my legs. Wisely, the other hand moves back to cover my mouth.

My fingers dig into his hair, grasping handfuls, desperate to let out the burn flaring inside of me. Everything begins to spin, my mind forgetting anything exists except this moment.

Forgetting where I am.

Forgetting we could get caught.

Forgetting what’s right and wrong.

My entire focus on one thing. This man.

The way he touches me.

His fingers inside me.

His heavenly, greedy mouth.

Biting.

Sucking.

His fingers pump harder. Furiously in and out.

The hand at my mouth clamps firmer.

I think I might burst.

And then abruptly his fingers slip out of me and his mouth leaves my breast. Only to drop lower, settling between my legs. There is no teasing first lick or promising suck. No. He just devours me. His tongue lashing out at my clit, sucking, licking, nuzzling.

“Oh god,” Fly

He spreads my knees wider, opening me completely to him as his fingers join his tongue and he licks in rhythm with his pumps. “You taste so fucking good.” He pushes deeper and deeper.

My breaths grow short and shallow. Eyes roll toward the back of my head as I feel the wave crashing down upon me. My body trembles as I unfurl. Unravel.

The most powerful orgasm of my life takes over, everything else ceasing to exist. I cry out, sound muffled under his hand.

It takes a full five minutes before the last tremor runs through me and Fly

“Morning.” He grins wickedly at me. “I just wanted to show you what I plan to have with my morning coffee every day.”

Now that I could get used to.

Unfortunately, the twelve hours we spend on the bus after I slip u

Watching me push food around my plate with my fork, Dylan huffs loudly. “Not hungry again?”

“Not really.”

“Did you take something for the headache?”

Do they sell anti-guilt pills? “No.”

“The medicine cabinet in the bathroom is stocked. Take something. We should get in around nine. I have to do an appearance at Club Sixty-Six. Would be nice to go out and actually spend time together for a change.”

I nod and force a smile.

Fly

“There’s ravioli in the pot on the stove top if you’re hungry,” Dylan grunts.

“Thanks. But I had a big breakfast.”

I catch the glint in his eye, but Dylan seems oblivious. Fly

A frown pulls at Dylan’s lips. He wasn’t in a good mood to begin with, and Fly

Fly

Ten minutes later, Dylan declines a Rockband video game challenge in favor of taking a nap.

The minute the door to the back closes, Fly

I crinkle up my napkin and throw it at his face. “You’re in a devil mood tonight, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” He shrugs. “Must have been the way my morning started.”

“I think you should sit on the other side of the room.”

“Can’t keep your hands off me this close?” He takes my fork and pops a ravioli into his mouth.

“I thought you weren’t hungry?”

“I wasn’t. Guess I just get hungry for a good meal when I come closer to you.”

A loud female moan comes from the back of the bus. Duff and his date were at it half the afternoon; guess he caught his second wind. The female voice gets louder. “Oh. Oh. Ohhhhh.”

“Sounds like Duff might be having a late breakfast.”

I feel my cheeks blush.

Fly

Of course, we didn’t really have any discussion this morning, and the last time I walked away from him was after Dylan suggested I’d agreed to go on tour with him. “Dylan asked me to go on tour with Easy Ryder long-term. I didn’t agree,” I clarify.

The music starts up and Fly

Not exactly. “I suppose I didn’t give him a definitive answer.”

“What will your answer be? Is this how you see us a few months from now? When In Like Fly

I shake my head. I wish I had a better answer to give him. But honestly, I still have no idea how any of this will wind up playing out. I’m afraid to trust my heart blindly again.

He nods and says nothing more. We play together for hours, laughing and falling back into that comfortableness we’ve had since the first day we met. Only, we’d never let anyone see our true relationship. Eventually Duff and his date come out and join us, and the two guys battle it out on the guitars, cursing and drinking beer. It’s not until Dylan walks back out into the lounge and eyes us strangely that I realize the relationship that Fly