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“Worry about it later…Cole…”
“You got it…” I couldn’t hold back any longer. I needed to be inside him, and everything else in the world would wait. I lined up, lifting his legs and pushing in slowly.
“Fuck!” Ziggy thrashed back and forth, and I waited for him. “Move…” And that was my cue.
I pulled out and in, slowly building speed until we were fucking like our lives were on the line. It was loud and messy, with slapping bodies, moans, and shouts.
And it was building up. Higher and higher. I could barely breathe. Until Ziggy started jacking his dick. His mouth was open, and his noises were sexy as fuck. I wanted to see that every fucking day of my life. And when he came with a shout, squirting out on his stomach, I knew I’d die trying for that goal.
And it didn’t take much more for me to join him. Ziggy reached up and rubbed along my abdomen, fingers tickling toward my groin. That was the only thing needed to push me into fireworks land. I froze up and came with a grunt and a private light show.
“Now that was a welcome home fuck!” Ziggy put his hands behind his head, elbows sticking out. He yawned, mouth wide.
“Let me get us cleaned up and we can crash. We’ll shower in the morning.”
“Mmhmm…” His eyes were closed, and he looked like a fucking angel. Not a cute cherub, no. He looked like Michael the warrior, ready in a heartbeat to bring down righteous death and destruction and coming off as totally pure while he did it. With a chuckle, I kissed his lips and went to get the washcloth.
eight
After the Richmond Show
Iwoke up and stared at Coleman. He was the most handsome man I’ve ever known. I ran my hand over his muscled chest. His hazel eyes were closed now, but when they were open, they had flecks of gold in them, and when he became excited, a dark green rim appeared around the outside. His dark hair was cut short, but when it got a little long around his ears, it started curling. He liked being clean-shaven, but he had scruff around his chin now. I bet he’d shave before we headed to the airport.
Everything about him spoke to me, and not simply the way he looked. He was Mr. GQ. Most of the time, he was fashionable and stylish. I rarely saw him in jeans or, God forbid, a T-shirt. Unless he was at a concert or working out. Of course, he preferred a tank top for that. It had to be an opposites attract kind of thing with us for sure.
Except he was also the sweetest man I’d ever known. He’d go the extra mile for those he cared about. And he seemed so lonely, though I had no idea why. He was fun, intelligent, and I enjoyed his company.
And I really needed to get my shit together before I ran him off. Because I really wanted him to stick around. At least I did in quiet moments like this when I wasn’t too much in my head.
I crawled out of bed, reluctantly, and headed to the main room of the suite. I needed to get my yoga in. The tour was going to be long, and I was already feeling it.
By the time I finished, Coleman was up with his coffee. “Good morning. Want to get more of a workout? The hotel has a decent gym, I think.”
“Sure. I have a little bit more to do. Meet you down there?”
He walked over to where I still sat cross-legged on the floor and kissed the top of my head. “Sure.”
I watched him leave, and when the door was shut, I got up and dashed into the room, grabbing my duffle. I pulled out sweatpants, but I’d left my sneakers on the bus. I only had my shit kickers, so I put on a clean pair of socks, figuring that would be enough. I grabbed my stash and quickly rolled up a doobie.
I made my way downstairs and out the back service entrance. I wasn’t sure where Drake was, but figured I was safe enough at the hotel. No one else in the world knew where we were. I found an inconspicuous spot. I was good at that. I settled in, leaning against a concrete wall, and lit up, quietly enjoying the morning. It was cooler out since the sun was barely up, but still alreadyhot out. A few tokes, and I put it out, stashing the other half, so I could head up to the gym.
The thought of seeing Colman’s bare chest all wet and sticky with sweat made me hurry. When I used my key to open the door, I found Drake. “Where you been, dude?”
Drake grumbled something but kept on with his workout. I laughed. Okay, it was more like an evil chuckle.
When I spotted Coleman, I made my way over and got on the lat pulldown machine across from where he was using the leg press. And damn, that man had sexy legs with just the right amount of hair. I smiled wickedly and pulled the bar down in front of my chest.
“Well, hey. Where you been?” he asked.
I winked. “Doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t miss this. Aren’t you hot?”
Coleman’s tank was wet with sweat in front, making a V between his pecks. “Yeah. Well, I’m working out. I’m supposed to be hot.”
“You can take your shirt off.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
He huffed and rolled his eyes, but he took off his shirt. And threw it at me. I caught it and dropped it on the floor. He flexed his arms, showing off his guns like a beach-bound muscle head.
“Better.” I did another pulldown.
