“My God,” I breathed, tingles shooting from between my legs down the tops of my thighs as it started happening, the tingles gathering, getting tight.
I bent forward slightly, resting my free hand on the bed, giving me more leverage to move faster, grind down harder. His free hand went to my jaw, his thumb trailed my bottom lip and at his touch, I parted my lips, touching my tongue to his thumb then my teeth tagged it, biting softly before I sucked it inside my mouth.
The minute I did that, his face went darker, his eyes went hotter and everything happened at once.
I came, hard and delicious, at the same time his hand left mine between my legs. His arm sliced around my waist and he threw me to my back and started pounding into me, prolonging and intensifying my orgasm as he took my moans in his mouth then, before I was finished, his groans mingled with mine.
When we were done, while my h*ps jerked softly under his in the aftermath, my hands moved along the skin and muscle of his back, I replayed the last fifteen minutes, burning it into my brain to carry with me forever.
“You still with me?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“Yes.”
“Don’t shut down on me,” he muttered and I felt guilt slide through me that he’d even think that but it was my fault. In a short time I’d conditioned him to it.
My hands stopped roving and my arms got tight.
“Okay,” I said.
He rolled to the side, rolling me with him but keeping my leg around his hip with a hand behind my knee. Then his fingertips slid gently from the back of my knee to my bottom and back again and again and again.
I tucked my face in his throat and memorized the feel of what his hand was doing too.
“You wanna talk about yesterday?” he asked quietly.
“What about it?”
“In Lee’s office.”
My body went tight and I immediately shook my head.
He stopped stroking my leg and his arm went around me.
“That’s okay, mamita, you don’t need to talk about it.”
I relaxed.
Then Pretend Sadie asked, “Can you do me a favor?”
It was his turn for his body to grow tight.
“What?”
I tipped my head back to look at him and his chin dipped so his eyes could lock with mine.
He looked great after we had sex, his eyes still intense but his expression satisfied. It was his best look ever.
“The Rock Chicks have called a powwow,” I told him. “Do you know what that is?”
He shook his head but I felt his body relax and his mouth twitched.
“I don’t either but I’ve been ordered to attend. If Ralphie’s not invited, can I call you? Will you take me there? It’s at noon.”
The intensity in his eyes faded and they went soft.
“I think I can do that.”
Pretend Sadie relaxed into him and she smiled.
Real Hector smiled back.
Real Sadie’s heart clenched so hard it hurt.
Then she memorized his smile too.
* * * * *
“You aren’t allowed here. Go!” Daisy demanded, pointing at Hector the minute he, YoYo and I walked into Fortnum’s.
“Daisy!” I snapped.
“What a cute dog!” Roxie cried.
Daisy’s ignored Roxie (and YoYo) and her glare settled on me. “This is a Rock Chick Powwow. The rules of a Rock Chick Powwow are, you gotta be a girl, a g*y, Duke or Tex. No one else is allowed.”
“Why are Duke and Tex allowed?” I asked, bending over to pick up YoYo and cuddle her to my chest. This, unfortunately, gave her access to my throat and chin which she licked exuberantly as her little, chubby body wiggled happily in my arms.
Daisy, still ignoring YoYo, answered, “Who knows? Who cares? It just happened. It was organic. But now it’s Rock Chick Law.”
Rock Chick Law?
They had a phone tree and laws?
Blooming heck!
“Can I get a coffee?” Hector asked in an amused voice, the arm he had slung around my shoulders curled and he pulled me and YoYo mostly into the front of his body (this gave YoYo the added target of Hector’s throat, something to which Hector seemed totally oblivious). I looked up at him and his face was blank but his eyes were dancing like he found Daisy hilarious but dared not laugh out loud.
“Can I play with your dog?” Roxie called and my gaze slid to her for a smile before Daisy started speaking again.
“Coffee and leave,” Daisy clipped at Hector then she turned to the couches where all of the Rock Chicks plus Mace (who was sitting on the arm of the couch by Stella, her back turned to him and resting against his thigh), were lounging.
“You too,” Daisy ordered Mace. “Vamoose.”
Mace’s eyebrows went up but other than that he didn’t move a muscle.
“I’m not kidding, Mace. These talks get deep. There’s usually detailed descriptions of Hot Bunch on Rock Chick sexual activity. Do you wanna know how you compare to Hector? I don’t think so,” Daisy went on.
My eyes got huge. Not only because of what she said but because she had an audience. And that audience not only included Indy, Ally, Jet, Roxie, Jules, Ava, Stella and Shirleen but also a bunch of customers I’d never seen before in my life.
Not to mention, she was telling Mace what to do. I knew Daisy was a little bit crazy and over the top, but I suspected that was taking her life in her hands.
“Fucking hell,” Hector muttered over YoYo and my heads, clearly thinking along the same vein.
“You can say that again,” I whispered, staring at Daisy.
He caught my whisper, his eyes scanned my face and his arm gave me (and YoYo) a little squeeze.
Then Hector decided to intervene.
“You’re not talkin’ to Sadie about our sex life,” he told Daisy, my body went tense and Daisy whirled.
Then her eyes narrowed.
Oh no.
That might not have been the right thing to do.
YoYo yapped at Daisy or Hector, I didn’t know which, she was wiggling so much, she could be yapping at a random customer, how would I know?
“Hector –” I started, trying to control YoYo and the flow of conversation.
“I don’t care if you are a badass mother ex-DEA Agent hot guy,” Daisy snapped, interrupting my attempt to smooth over the situation. “You can’t control the Rock Chick Powwow. The Powwow goes where it goes. We just follow.”
“Sadie’s had a rough few weeks,” Hector reminded Daisy.
“You think I don’t know that?” Daisy shot back.
“Whatever the f**k this is, you aren’t gonna f**k with her head. She’s got enough f**king with her head,” Hector warned.