Twisted(15)
Lila plucked the remaining cigarette from the pack and tossed it to the floor. The crunching noise that followed proved she’d disposed of it with one of her wicked heels. “Consider that me doing you a favor,” she said to Nick, who hadn’t yet wiped the shock off his face. “First and last time.”
Nick’s lips twisted and he bit off whatever he’d been about to say. “I think it’s you who needs a favor,” he said softly. “Too bad I forgot my extra-long ice pick.”
Simon snorted. “You forgot your extra-long everything, dude.”
“I’ve had enough. Maybe you guys don’t care about this band enough to stop cracking jokes, but I do.” Jazz bounced to her feet, heat and energy vibrating off her in almost visible waves. “We don’t have a name for our album, Lila. We haven’t even made a list. As far as songs go, all we’ve managed to do is gripe at each other. We have some lyrics and chord progressions, but nothing much useable. Our material blows and no one seems interested in changing that fact.”
“Are you interested in changing it?” Lila asked.
Jazz hesitated, then nodded. “Yes, I am.”
“Do you have some songs you’d like considered?”
Jazz’s gaze darted around the table before she crossed her arms and nodded again. “I have some stuff that could work.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?” Nick leaned forward with an insolent smile. But Gray saw the gleam of curiosity in his eyes. He’d never admit to wanting to know what musical notes Jazz had up her sleeve.
“Like ‘Captured’,” Gray said quietly. “That’s a great song. We could both play that in our sleep.”
“Gray—”
“Let’s do it, Jazz.” He swallowed hard and focused on her face to block out the cacophony in his head. “You and me.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Then
“Mmm, guess it’s a good thing I finally gave in to you.”
“You guess?” Gray teased.
“Well, you were so persistent. Coaxing me no matter how many times I said no…”
Gray grinned and lifted his head, staring down at Melissa Peachtree spread out beneath him on his bed. He’d been trying to get her there for so long that he wasn’t about to speed up the process, even if his mom was due home soon from work. Maybe he could make time stand still if he stared at the clock long enough.
Nah, scratch that. He’d rather stare at Melissa’s tits.
“I think it turned out to be worth your while.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” She lifted her shoulders off the bed. “Do that again. Harder.”
“Your nipples are already red enough to match your lipstick. Sure you want more?”
“You know it, baby.” She tugged on his hair, walking the fingers of her other hand up his chest to toy with the chain around his neck. She was a toucher, and he couldn’t say he minded. At all. “Though there’s something even better you could do for me with that mouth.” Her dark eyes lit up with her suggestive smile.
His favorite thing. Some guys hated going down on a girl. He thought they were idiots. If he had his way, he would’ve been happy to eat pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. From the tiny pink string bikini stretched between her narrow hips and the dizzying scent of her arousal, he had a feeling this one would be particularly delicious.
“Is there?” He thumbed her nipples. “I think you’re going to have to be a little more descriptive. Tell me what you really want. And don’t play coy like you used to do.”
She laughed, all throaty seduction, and leaned up on her elbows to study the movement of his mouth over her breasts. She wasn’t some high school chick who was too young to understand what he craved, never mind want the same thing.
Melissa was a freshman in college, one of his friends’ older sisters, and she’d drawn out their flirtation so long that his cock pulsed between his legs, thick and hard. He’d unbuttoned his jeans to give himself room, but he might as well not have bothered. There would never be enough room in his pants when Melissa was beneath him.
“So you want me to talk dirty.” She fisted his hair to drag his mouth to hers. “Before you do me dirty.”
His fingers continued working, unable to keep still. “Sounds about right.”
“I want you to use those wicked-fast fingers to make me come. Then when I’m coming, I want you to replace them with your tongue.” She bit his lower lip, dragging it between her sharp white teeth. “Slide it way deep inside my pussy until you lick me dry.”
His heart kicked hard. “I like the way you think.” He smiled and turned his head, burying his face in the thick ribbons of her blonde hair. She smelled like strawberries and sex. He didn’t want to forget a single detail about having her this first time.