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“I’ll make it up to you more. That won’t fucking happen again.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it.”
“I know you do.”
He gave me cranky eyes and then suddenly smiled. “I know what I’ll get you. Been thinking about it for a while now.”
“You don’t need to get me anything. Though waffles really would be good, I’m starving.” I finished washing off my hair, ready to get out.
“You’re getting more than waffles.” His arms came around me from behind, a hand sliding down between my legs. Lightly, he started stroking his fingers back and forth along the lips of my sex. “First, you need to come too.”
“Okay.”
He chuckled in my ear. “So obliging about your orgasms. I like that.”
I wound my arms up around his neck and held on tight. He raised his hand to his mouth, wetting some fingers. Then one finger slipped through the seam of my sex, tantalizing me. I tingled from top to toe. Slowly he pressed a little inside, then drew back to trace my entrance, spreading the wetness around. He worked me up in no time, my breathing coming fast and shallow. I writhed against his hand.
“You have to stand still, Anne,” he chided me, laying a hand flat against my stomach. Two fingers slid up into me, rubbing at something that felt amazing inside. “C’mon, you’re not even trying.”
“I can’t.”
“You have to. I can’t do this right if you don’t stay still.”
“Oh,” I gasped as his thumb slid over my clit, sending lightning up my spine.
“See? You made me slip.”
The way he loved to tease me was both a blessing and a curse. Fingers drew out, leaving me empty, and all of his attention turned to my clit. He rubbed both sides at once, making me moan.
“Stay still.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder.” Lightly, he slapped the top of my sex. The reaction was immediate, my hips kicking forward. No one had ever done that before. Every nerve ending in me felt about ready to explode.
“Like that percussion?” he asked.
“Fuck.” It was the only word I had.
He hummed in my ear and went back to working my clit even faster. The pressure just kept building. So close.
“Mal. Please.”
He slapped me again and I broke. I cried out, my body caving in. If he hadn’t been there to hold me up I’d have hit the floor. The man probably needed to be locked away for the safety of women everywhere.
The water stopped. He wrapped me up in a towel and placed me like a limp rag doll on the bathroom counter.
“Hey, look at me,” he said, standing bent before me.
“Hi.”
He carefully tucked my wet hair behind my ears.
“I feel like we should touch base about this relationship stuff. And I should probably say something profound here. But I’m not really up to it. Especially not this morning.” He exhaled hard. “You’re an awesome lay, a great girl, I fucking hate it when you’re sad, and I don’t like it when you’re not around. I’m even getting used to the fighting and drama now and then, because the make-up sex is rockin’. And besides, you’re worth it to me.”
The tip of his tongue rubbed over his top lip. “That’s basically it. Not necessarily in that order, though. Okay?”
“Okay.” I laughed, but only a little. He was, after all, being sincere.
“You’re my girl. You gotta know that.” He grinned and put his hands on my knees. “Need anything else from me?”
I paused, gave it some thought. “We’re monogamous?”
“Yep.”
“We’re seeing where this goes?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Then yeah, I’m good.”
He nodded, gave my knees a squeeze. “You need anything from me, I expect you to let me know.”
“Same goes for you. Anything.”
“Thanks, pumpkin.” He smiled, leaned in, and kissed me. “Ready to go on tour, Miss Rollins?”
“Absolutely.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The first day of our official vacation/tour time together, we spent mostly in bed. Waffles were ordered and consumed. In the evening, we left the sanctity of our hotel room to have dinner with his parents up in their suite. Once more, Neil was stalwart and silent, staying close to Lori’s side at all times. Lori was the life of the party. The stories she told about Mal as a kid annoyed him and had me howling with laughter.
My favorite was the time an eleven-year-old Mal and his dad had built a small skate ramp in the backyard and he’d broken an arm, two fingers, and a leg within the first two and a half months. Lori made Neil turn the ramp into kindling. Mal staged a hunger strike that lasted approximately two and a half hours.