“I’m so happy.”
He grins at me. “I can’t wait to play you some of the new things I’ve been working on.”
“Hopefully, we’ll have a little time tomorrow?”
We stop next to the red and black painted bus. Their top-hat wearing skull logo stares down at us with a sinister smile. When I saw the bus back in L.A., it had seemed huge. Now, that I’m planning to spend the next couple of nights on it, not so much.
Chaser’s guitar tech Darren holds out his hands for the keys. “Hey, Mallory,” he greets in a low voice. “We were starting to worry you weren’t coming back,” he says to Chaser.
“Her flight got delayed a couple times.”
“We’ll probably roll out in twenty. Drive straight through and find somewhere for breakfast.”
“Sounds good.”
The bus is mostly dark and quiet as we climb aboard.
“Wow.” I glance at the bunk beds near the back of the bus. Two on each side, separated by a narrow aisle. “You can reach out and high-five each other.”
“We do, frequently.” Jacob pokes his head out from behind his curtain. “How you doing, Mallory?”
“Hey, Jacob.”
Something taps my head, and I glance up to find Garrett leaning out of his bunk. “Welcome to the madhouse.”
“Seems tame tonight.”
The two of them grin at each other, and Jacob answers, “Don’t worry. That can always change.”
They disappear into their bunks, and I glance at Chaser. “That’s not ominous,” I whisper.
“Ignore them.”
“What are the chances of me taking a shower before bed? I reek of delays and desperation.”
“Desperation?”
“To get to you.” I tap his chest.
“Oh, puke!” Jacob moans from behind his curtain. “Can you two go do that romantic shit somewhere else?”
Female giggles from both upper bunks follow Jacob’s demand. Chaser lifts his middle fingers in the air and jerks his head toward the back of the bus.
He slides a small door open, revealing what passes for a bathroom. “We’re not the neatest.”
His apologetic tone prods me to try not to wrinkle my nose in disgust.
He places his hands on my waist, sliding them up, until he’s cupping my breasts. I glance down the hallway, but no one’s paying attention to us.
“Everyone’s busy.” He kisses my neck while nudging me into the bathroom.
Inside, there’s just enough room for me to perch on the edge of the sink if we’re both going to occupy the tiny space.
The heat of the bus and our close proximity heightens his unique, masculine scent. I rest my head against his chest for a moment, inhaling him. “I love the way you smell.”
He chuckles softly, his hot breath grazing my shoulder.
“Tomorrow,” Chaser mutters in between kisses. “We’ll check into a nice hotel, and I’ll worship you properly.”
“All I want is you. Any way I can have you. Anywhere.”
He kisses the crook of my neck, nuzzling and rubbing his bristly cheek over my skin. “Let’s take this off.” He slips his hands under my shirt, lifting it out of the way and tossing it over the shower door.
He sucks in a slow, deep breath as I work his jeans loose. “Going right for it, huh?” He winks, then groans when I stroke my hand over his cock.
“You have no idea how much I want you inside me.”
“Let me see you first.” He unhooks my bra and drops it in the sink. “You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, gazing at my breasts. He strokes rough fingers over my nipples then lowers his head to flick his tongue over the tips.
“Oh!” I gasp when he sucks one nipple is his mouth and pulls hard. He gives my other breast the same love. I rake my fingers through the soft strands of his hair, holding him in place. He pulls back and blows a breath over my damp nipples, gazing up at me with smoldering eyes.
His mouth finds mine again, hot and wet. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on while he works my pants and underwear down my legs.
He growls when they get stuck on my sneakers. “That’s good enough.” I part my knees, unable to wait another second. “Come here.”
He slides his hands down my back, holding me still as he rolls his hips, brushing his thick erection against me.
“Don’t tease.” Desire fires through me, leaving me hot all over.
He pushes my thighs wider and rubs his fingers through my wetness. “You want it bad, don’t you?”
“Chaser.” Instead of the stern tone I was aiming for, my voice quivers as a flood of heat rushes between my thighs. “Please.”
Finally, he thrusts inside me slowly, hissing with pleasure. “Fuck, you feel good. I missed you so much.”
“Me too.” I pull him down for another kiss. “But please fuck me harder.”
He lets out a strangled groan. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Sweat glistens on his chest, highlighting his beautiful ink and muscles. He throbs inside me, so hard and thick. I don’t mean to, but my nails dig into his shoulders, struggling to draw him closer.