Punk Rock-A-Bye Baby(37)

There was lotion on the nightstand, and he added a dollop on his fingertips and rubbed it into her belly. Angel added cream to his hands and massaged it into Jessi’s shoulders. She sighed at the attention of their touch. Tommy put his lips to her belly, and she parted her legs. He needed no prompting. His tongue slid straight down to her clit, and he tickled it. She let out another sigh and brought her knees up. His finger parted the folds of her skin and it slipped inside. He added another, and her pussy swallowed it. His tongue kept a steady flick on her clit while his hand worked inside her. She clenched her muscles around his fingers and arched her back so he hit the spot that made her pant heavily. He sucked on her clit and pulled on it with his mouth.

Angel’s lotion-covered hands were on his back and pulled him to his knees. Angel’s mouth landed on the small of Tommy’s back, and his fingers spread Tommy’s cheeks apart. Angel flicked his tongue in a clockwise motion over Tommy’s hole.

Tommy flicked his tongue clockwise over Jessi’s clit.

The faster Angel licked him, the faster he licked Jessi. She grabbed a chunk of his hair and pushed his face into her body. He nibbled on her clit with his lips and gently took it between his teeth.





She gasped, and her shoulders lifted from the bed. She threw her head back and rocked it from side to side. He sucked harder and squeezed a third finger inside her. She drew in a long breath and exhaled a loud moan. Her limbs went rigid, and her juices flowed into his mouth. It was delicious, salty and flavorful. He licked every drop and continued to lick her clit until she begged him to stop. She finally pulled him up by his hair. “God, I fucking love you.”

“I love you too, hon.” He rolled onto his side of the bed still covered in two rounds of sexual release, but he was too exhausted to get up to clean himself. Angel started to head to the bathroom, but he grabbed his arm. “Don’t go. Stay in bed with us.”

“I just want to wash up. I’ll be right back.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

A tender smile covered Angel’s lips, and his eyes glazed over. He crawled back into bed and nuzzled his face into Tommy’s neck. “I want to stay in bed like this forever.”

Tommy let out a contented sigh. “Me too.”



Chapter Eleven

Tommy stared out the window at the moving pavement. The dotted white line that separated the lanes sped by faster than his eyes could follow. It reminded him of the mileage they had covered over the last few weeks. It was hard to believe they were almost halfway through the tour already. The velocity of it was astounding. It was exhausting, but it was the only way to complete the tour before the baby was born.

His eyes shifted to Jessi. She sat across from him, sketching on her Tablet with a stylus. She looked tired. There were shadows under her eyes that were never there before, and he knew she wasn’t sleeping well on the road. Constantly on the go, there weren’t many nights that afforded them the luxury of a hotel stay. He worried, not just about Jessi on tour, but about touring once the baby was born. Mason handled it well, but he was older and captivated by the music and the stage. A baby was fragile and fussy. There were so many questions and uncertainties about the future that weighed on his mind. He tried to rub some of the tension from his forehead. His constant worry gave himself another headache. “Why don’t we turn in, hon? You should get some sleep.”

She didn’t bother to look up from her sketch. “I’m almost done. You can go to bed if you’re tired. I’ll join you in a little while.”

She was working feverishly on a design. There were little lines between her brows, and her hand moved freely across the surface of the Tablet.

“What are you making? I thought you finished the fall line before we left.”

“I did.” She rested her hand on her growing belly and reviewed her sketch. “I had this idea when I saw the merch loaded into the trailer tonight after the show.” She turned her Tablet around to show him. It was an Immortal Angel motorcycle jacket.

“A jacket? Don’t we have jackets already?”

She moved to the seat next to him so they could both look at the sketch at the same time. “It’s a baby’s jacket.”

Tommy looked closer. The metal studs were gone and replaced by braids, but otherwise, it was identical to its adult-sized counterpart. It was pretty fuckin’ awesome.

Jessi scrolled through her Tablet. There were baby onesies, T-shirts, blankets, bibs, and beanies. All proudly displayed the Immortal Angel logo on a pale pink or baby blue background. Some had the logo transformed into a child-friendly cartoony design, accompanied by an instrument or microphone.