“Yes! Yes, Johnny! Fuck that! Oh . . . my . . . God . . .”

“That’s right, baby,” I grunted, flicking her clit with my finger. “You tighten that sweet pussy around me and give me what you got. Milk that, honey. Oh yeah, just like that. Ahhhh . . . fuck . . .”

My release was so hard and fast I almost lost my breath. Bex was gripping anything she could touch, her back arching as she rode the wave of her orgasm. As we both came down, her eyes opened, staring a hole into me. I had no idea what she was thinking, but all I knew was I had to have her at least a million more times before I would be satisfied.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” Bex sat up, running her hands through her disheveled hair.

I grinned, sliding off the condom and dropping it in the garbage. “I take that as a good holy fucking shit because that’s what it was for me. I knew you’d be fucking awesome, but that was just beyond.”

She stood up, arching her back, pushing her breasts out. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to suck them again. I pushed them together and buried my face there, my dick standing at attention again. He wanted to be there. I pushed her so she sat on the edge of the bed and I bent, holding her tits together as I slid my now rock hard shaft in between them. She watched me, her lids hooded for a few seconds before she moved.

Bex cupped my ass with her hands and kneaded, pulling me closer into her. I groaned, pumping faster as her tongue found my belly button.

“Can’t get enough,” I grunted. Her soft skin was just about my undoing. The only thing she could do better than that was . . .

As if she read my mind, Bex bent her head and licked the tip of my shaft, sending shooting desire through every cell of my body. I put my hands in her hair, guiding her as she took me into her mouth. She licked along the underside of my dick and then the head, taking it in her mouth for just a second before licking the topside. Bex was fondling my balls, her nails scratching as she opened up and took me fully inside her hot mouth.

Within seconds, I could feel myself hitting the back of her throat. She took all of me, moving and sucking as I held her head. I tried not to move too much, but I couldn’t help it. How did she get control of this situation? And did I care? As she scraped her teeth ever so gently against my sensitive skin, I decided I didn’t give a fuck at all. She could do whatever she wanted as long as she didn’t stop.

“Bex,” I breathed, watching as her mouth took me all the way in and back out. She looked up at me, the gleam in her eyes sending me straight over the edge. I shot into her mouth, groaning her name over and over as I came down. She took every bit of it and popped me out of her mouth.

“Now you say it,” she teased. Whatever she wanted me to say, I would.

I stared at her like my brain cells were missing, which I think they were. “Say what?”

Bex stood, cupping my still semi-erect shaft in her small but oh-so-powerful hand. She tilted her face to mine and kissed me, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I could taste myself. While I couldn’t say I’d never done that before, doing it with her was something else.

My brain cells started firing somewhat once she pulled back and smiled. Wow. She was so beautiful. “What did you want me to say again? I think my brain might be working now.”

She stepped back and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around her body. I frowned, not at all done with what I wanted to do with her and to her. Bex shook her head. “Never mind. I really do need to take a shower now and then eat something.”

I was being dismissed. She’d had her way with me and was kicking me out. I whistled. “Wham bam, huh?”

“You can see yourself out,” she said, stopping at the doorway to the bathroom and turning back to me. “Same time tomorrow?”

I pulled on my shorts. “So I guess my arrangement suits you?”

Bex rolled her eyes. “I’m not stroking your fucking ego again. We got each other off. Twice. I’m dirty—even dirtier now—, hungry, and tired. Get out.”

I left the room with a giant smile on my face. She was a live wire but damn if I wasn’t going to make the most of it. I already had a few ideas for tomorrow night.

I flipped the pancake, pushing it down with the spatula. Turning back to the eggs, I stirred them so they wouldn’t stick and stuck a plate of bacon into the microwave. My ear buds were blasting Seether into my ears, my foot tapping in rhythm on the floor.

I’d had maybe three hours of sleep but it felt like twenty. For the first time in what might have been years, I hadn’t had any form of a nightmare at all. I hadn’t stopped replaying every single second of having sex with Bex since I left her room. When I’d gone back down to the bar, Cal had eyed me very suspiciously. I hadn’t said a word but I thought he probably knew anyway. I’d wanted to gloat that he’d been wrong, but that wasn’t the way I operated.

Of course when I’d gotten home Julia and Carter were long asleep. I pulled out one of my ear buds, remembering I wanted to get Calia when she woke up so Julia and Carter could get a few extra minutes of sleep. It was Saturday, after all. I knew I couldn’t feed her or anything, but I could at least change her diaper and try to entertain her.

My thoughts drifted back to Bex. I visualized her writhing underneath me, both loving and hating herself for it. She was a complex girl, but I could appreciate that about her. She didn’t care about telling me what she thought or felt, and I found that oddly refreshing. She reminded me of . . . me. Tonight was their last night performing at The Outrigger. Next week’s focus band was a mid-forties heavy metal group. I wasn’t excited about them, or maybe it was just because following Jaded Regret was rather difficult.

Cal had already asked me to talk to Natalie about setting up Jaded Regret right after they came home from the tour with Halestorm. They weren’t booking anything in the next month or he’d probably want them before they left. Business had been great, and he was ecstatic about it.

If I was honest with myself, it was going to be hard to only have two nights with Bex. Not because I wanted more—I wasn’t cut out for that, ever—but because she was so much fun to be around. While her bitchy attitude might turn some off, I got it. I understood it. Of course I didn’t know her story—she was very close-lipped about that—but I could tell she had one. Hell, didn’t we all. Just like me, she didn’t want to talk about it. I could relate. And that was quite possibly what made me want to keep her around. For a fuck buddy, of course. And maybe a friend. Not that I knew what that entailed. I hadn’t had a real friend in too many years to count.

I would never say that to her, of course. She probably would rip off my balls and shove them down my throat as Cal had warned me about. Then I thought about what she actually had done to my balls and grinned again. Damn, that girl was talented. I wanted to try out so many things with her. Things I didn’t have time to do in just one more night. Such was life.

I heard a small noise and pulled out the other ear bud, listening for Calia. I knew Julia had one of those monitor things in her room, so I’d have to be quick. She could hear that girl from a million miles away. I guessed it was a mother thing. Not that I ever had one that had that instinct. I turned off the burners and moved the food to the side to cool.

Walking down the hall, I pushed Calia’s door open softly so I wouldn’t wake her if she wasn’t up yet. I stepped in and she turned her head, her eyes wide as she took me in. Please don’t cry, I willed her. I walked to her crib and lifted her out, careful to hold her head like Julia had instructed me. I’d never in my life held a baby before Calia.

I found the other end of the monitor and turned it off so our rustling wouldn’t wake Julia. I laid Calia on her changing table and pulled open her pajamas like I’d watched Julia do. This couldn’t be too hard, right? My niece watched me, her big eyes blinking.