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“Have at it.” My dick jerked in my briefs as Blake slipped my shirt over my shoulders and pressed his mouth to my neck.
He nipped, sucked, and licked every inch of bare skin he could find, then he dropped to his knees before me and looked up at me, his olive eyes asking for permission. I gave a quick nod, then Blake had my pants around ankles, along with my underwear, and my cock in his mouth. My head fell back as pleasure coiled in my body. Blake’s fingers were firm against my thighs as he caressed the muscles. His mouth was hot, insistent, and already close to bringing me to release. Something I didn’t want yet.
“Stop, wait.”
His jaw went slack.
“I’m already on edge, Bug.”
Blake dragged his tongue over the tip of my erection. “You want to fuck me, Gretzky? Shove that big, thick cock inside my ass until I scream and come all over the sheets.”
“Get on the bed.”
“You’re bossy.”
I chuckled softly as Blake did as I told him. He spread out on the mattress; one arm tucked behind his head while the other hand gripped his length.
“Don’t touch that yet.”
“Or what? What are you going—Tommy!” Blake exclaimed as he laughed. I finished removing the rest of my clothes and launched myself at him.
I nipped at his earlobe. “I love you, Blake.” He trembled beneath me, his hands gripping my shoulders. “We’re going to live out the rest of our lives together. The two of us, forever.”
“I love you, too.” Blake’s voice shook slightly. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much.”
I kissed him again, my tongue finding his, and a soft whimper escaped his throat. How did I go so long without Blake in my life? The feel of his mouth, the scent of his skin, the way he submitted to me. Tears burned my eyes, and I dropped my face against his shoulder as I tried to gather myself together.
“Gretzky?” Blake whispered. When I shook my head, he wiggled out beneath me and turned on his side. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”
I glanced at him, my blond rockstar, as his green eyes searched my face. “Let’s never go years without talking again. If I get upset, I’ll tell you. I can’t bear the thought of not seeing you again. No more secrets.”
“Hey.” Blake traced my scar lightly, and I closed my eyes. “We’ll never go without talking again. Not a minute, hour, day, or month.”
I chuckled. “You can’t promise me that. There will be plenty of times we won’t be able to talk. If you’re practicing or recording.”
“I sure can promise you that. I’ll keep my phone on so you can be there. Or”—he kissed my nose—“You can come with me, like when we were younger.”
I chased after him for more, once again shoving Blake onto his back and climbing over him. “I used to love that. Like I was getting a glimpse into the band that others couldn’t.”
“I liked having you there, watching me. Giving me support without saying it.” He dragged a hand through my hair. “Make love to me, Tommy.”
So, I did.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Blake
Five Years Ago
Something was wrong with Killian tonight. He seemed more on edge than usual. Not that that was anything unusual, but tonight it was worse. His eyes darted across the crowd of people in the club, his hand wrapped around the microphone so tight I could see the whites of his knuckles, and he hadn’t smiled once. It almost looked like he was just going through the motions, like some sort of weird robot. He missed words to our songs we had performed and practiced a thousand times, his voice trembled with every line, and the few times he glanced my way, he looked almost heartbroken.
Dean caught my eye as he finished his solo and jutted his chin toward Killian. I shrugged because I had no idea what was going on in our singer’s head. He’d had off nights before, but this one was bad. If we could sense Killian was off tonight, could anyone else? We had worked too hard for one off night to ruin everything. Who knew who might be in the crowd?
I caught sight of Tommy in the front row, right in front of me, and my face broke into a smile. All thoughts of why Killian was behaving the way he was flew out of my head when my boyfriend winked at me, his dark eyes sparkling with happiness. I couldn’t wait to be done with this show, so I could be with Tommy again, his mouth on mine, the way he moaned into my ear and told me loved me. He was the only thing that mattered in my life.
We finished our last set of the night, and Killian dropped from the stage, heading toward a few girls I recognized from Canfield High. One of them threw their arms around his neck as she leaned in for a kiss.
What about Matthias and the promises Killian had filled his head with? I thought to myself. Was that why he was upset, or was it something else?
