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But what I don’t expect when I fill my lungs with the scent of the soft flesh of her neck is a memory to flood me.
A memory of a girl that looks an awful lot like a young Cedar with a pep to her step and a determination to get an autograph from one particular person.
Only for that hopefulness in her eye to be crushed by bruising hands and hate filled words.
“Cedar,” I growl into her neck with that familiar vice back around my chest and a grip on her thighs that’s probably a little too tight as I drag her closer. “You deserve better than that.”
“Just shut up, Fin.” She gasps when my jean clad cock rams into her core and makes both of us groan.
“Fuck,” I breathe into her neck when even the friction of her hips against my covered cock threatens to have me too close to the edge. “Tell me to stop, Cedar.”
“Guh,” she groans, her arms around my neck, holding me close. “Why the hell would I do that?”
I release a chuckle and let my hips fall forward into her one more time, retracting completely from her warmth and snagging her hand before she can think too much of it.
Tugging her along, she hops off the tattoo chair on her platformed feet and follows me easily until we reach the door that her dad stands on the other side of. “Nuh-uh.”
“Too late, now, sweetness.” I shake my head and peek out of the small crack I make in the fabric with a single callused finger. “Run.”
Darting out into the scorching sunlight with Cedar’s wrist wrapped up in my hand, I yank her left when her dad looks right and snicker when her squeals follow me.
It’s lighthearted and exhilarating when we round the corner to the main part of the venue that blocks out the sun with a concrete throughway that bounces the echoes of her cackles right back into my ears.
Keeping up the pace, we rush through crowds, pass lines way too long for shitty food and merch and somewhere through it all, Cedar’s fingers interlock around mine.
She holds on for dear life when her legs don’t keep up with mine, allowing me to tug her along through the passages and manned gates that are up to keep the riffraff like us out.
But it doesn’t and they don’t.
As we pass the taco stand, I glance back over my shoulder at her and see the grin lighting up her face. The light shining in her gorgeous blue eyes. And the childlike laughter falling from her plump lips I can’t wait to get another taste of.
My chest constricts at the sight of her, so wild and carefree and so close to being in my arms that the tension building behind my ribcage actually puts a smile on my face.
Good God, I am so fucked.
Chapter Eighteen
Fin
ThedoortotheRV my band has kept on site since we got here days ago slams against the side wall of the vehicle with a loud bang that draws attention and elicits a snorting laugh from the woman following my lead.
It’s that laugh that has me tugging Cedar into my arms by our intertwined fingers before we even make it up the few steps, and fills my stomach with a lightness I don’t think I’ve ever felt when she comes to me easily.
I seal my lips to hers as I blindly reach for the handle to shut us in and the rest of the world out while my other wraps around her waist, hauling her in as close as I can get her.
The heat of her body against me, her tits pressing into my side, has my cock filling and my tongue diving in to claim her mouth once again.
She tastes divine and feels even better when her arms hook around my neck, tentatively at first, as if she’s testing the waters and my feet stumble over each other as I move us farther into the bus in the direction of the bedroom I’m praying is empty in the back.
Growling when she lifts a leg and wraps a tight thigh around my hip, I grip the back of her knee and raise it higher. The angle, the openness of her, has me finding the nearest surface to pin her against and my aching cock grinding in search of friction.
Cedar’s lips pop free on a gasp as I press harder into her covered core. I curse at the way my zipper digs into my swollen head and the way the smooth skin of her throat feels against my traveling tongue.
“We need a bed,” she breathes, her words whispering over the shell of my ear and sending chills right down my heated spine.
Chuckling, I reach between us and pop free the button on her shorts. “Says you, sweetness.”
She groans in a way that I feel the vibrations of her throat against my lips as I lower myself slowly, licking and nipping at each bit of exposed, creamy flesh. From the hollow of her throat, I dip to breathe warmth over her peeked nipples through the top she wears, while my fingers curl into the waistband of her shorts and drag them down with me.
