He sighed. “I work hard for it. Trust me.”“I don’t doubt it one bit.” I smiled. “Fair warning: Monica is going to die when she hears this. She’s obsessed with The Weeknd.” I turned around, facing her back, watching her in deep conversation with Max. “Hey, Mon,” I said, waiting for her to give me her attention. “Want to go for sushi tonight with the guys?”She nodded. “Sounds yummy to me.”“And how about going to The Weeknd concert after?”Her eyes widened. “Shut up. You’re not serious. I tried to get us tickets, and they were just so ridiculously priced. I couldn’t swing it.”I’d wanted so badly to buy them as her graduation gift, but Monica wouldn’t even let me think about it.Now that she was getting to go anyway, I couldn’t be more excited.“I have club-level seats,” Jenner said to her. “With backstage passes.” He nodded toward Max and added, “Max represents him.”She shook her head. “I can’t even.” Waves lapped onto my chest as she hurried over to us. “I might propose to you righ
The feel of his body on mine.Because the moment I left, I didn’t know if I would ever get this back.Or if I would ever feel this way again.But if I kept this as a memory, I could return to it whenever I needed, whenever I missed him.Even though I already did.“I’m not looking forward to saying good-bye,” I admitted, regretting it the second I finished speaking. I tilted my face up to look at him. “I just mean, I’ve had so much fun with you.”His fingers ran across my cheek and into my hair. “You’re the best thing I never expected to find …”I didn’t know what that meant.But I liked the sound of it.His hand lowered to my bare back, where he traced circles over my skin. The sound of his heart pattered against my ear, a drum that made me close my eyes and take in this moment again.And every one we’d had together so far.From the second we’d met in the sportsbook to the way he’d brought me up to his suite, the evenings we’d spent in this bed, and last night’s finale.It had all gon
They moaned a reply I couldn’t understand.“Fine, suit yourself. You’ll just have to spend the whole day at the airport, hungover and in hell, while you wait for an available flight.”“Stooop,” Lex cried.“I hate that she’s right,” Court grunted.“You have less than thirty minutes, so haul ass.”I went back into my room and opened the drawers of the dresser, taking out my clothes and dumping them into my suitcase.“Jo,” Monica said as she sat up, squeezing her temples.I avoided her eyes, making several more trips between the dresser and my suitcase.“Jo,” she said again, louder, wincing from her headache. “Look at me.”I didn’t want to, but I paused and faced her.“Babe, do you want to talk about it?”I shouldn’t be surprised. She knew me better than anyone.I shook my head, slumping on top of the bed. “No. Yes. No.” I wrapped my arms around my stomach. “Fuck.”“Come here.” She opened her arms, and I fell into her, the scent of booze filling my nose as she hugged me.I hadn’t realize
A mind that should have been cleared of her the moment I stepped on the plane.Just because she had owned my thoughts and occupied my hands while I was in Vegas didn’t mean that had to continue.I was home.I was back to my lifestyle.Thousands of miles separated us, and so did far too many years. Years that were important, that were full of development, that put us in different stages of our lives.It didn’t matter that there was a chance I could be flying to her city this week. Seeing her would only delay the inevitable. It would only tease me.And the best thing for me—the best thing for both of us—was to push our time in Vegas far out of my fucking head.“Jenner,” my assistant said, returning to my doorway. “I worked a miracle. I don’t know how, honestly, but I did. I have you on the company’s plane tomorrow morning and then flying straight to Seattle on Friday.”She closed my door, and I stared at the black screen of my phone.That gave me three nights in Miami.Goddamn it.I was
“Are you really doubting your parenting right now?” I lifted my coffee, wrapping my hands around it. “You’re the best father I know.”I took a quick glance at the photo on my desk of Everly and me. It was about six months ago when I’d taken her to Disneyland. She was still so little, but we’d had the best time, her face lighting up whenever she saw a character, her little jaw dropping when the fireworks went off.“You don’t know what it’s like, being responsible for someone and being their everything.”“You’re right; I don’t, but what I do know is that you do a hell of a job at it. I know how good you are to her. I know how much she loves and admires her daddy.”He leaned forward, crossing his hands between his legs, his head hanging low.“You’re doing the best you can, Ford. You should be proud of that. I know I’m proud of you.”He finally lifted his head. “How can I be when something like this happens?” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper,
I faced the mirror, checking out the costume one last time. The short, pleated skirt ended at the top of my thighs, and the matching low-cut sweater vest and plaid tie showed off my belly button. Monica had been the naughty schoolgirl for Halloween, and when I saw this hanging in her closet, the idea sounded perfect, especially since Jenner had said he wouldn’t let me sneak away for class or to do homework.“I promise you,” she said, “there’s no hope involved when it comes to men and sex.” She grabbed a tube of lip gloss off my dresser and dabbed some over my mouth. “He’s going to open the door to his hotel room and lose his mind. His dick’ll be so hard that he probably won’t even be able to talk.”“Oh my God.”“What? It’s true.” She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and checked the time. “Are you still meeting him in twenty?”I nodded. “I only get three nights with him, Mon.” I swallowed. “It doesn’t feel like enough time.”“Hey, it’s better than nothing at all, and that’s al
“Jesus … yes.”I got on my knees, the skirt lifting so high that it showed my ass as I unclasped his belt and unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper, freeing that delicious, long, wide cock. “Something like this …”The tip had a small bead of pre-cum, glistening from the overhead light. When I’d done this in the club, the restroom stall had been slightly dark, and I’d had quite the buzz, so I couldn’t take my time or appreciate the view.But now, I was sober.I could see every inch of him—the veins that ran through his shaft, the bulge of his crown, the small slit with my gift at the end, the little translucent dot of cum. I stuck my tongue out, using just the tip to lick it up and swallow.“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes glued to me. “You are fucking naughty.” His hand went into my hair, gripping my long locks, trying to guide my mouth lower.But I stayed at the top, teasing around it. “Is that what you want?” I looked up at him naively. “My mouth on your cock?”The look in his eyes
His lips were on me now—the only way I knew was from the wetness of his tongue. They started at my knee, kissing higher, leaving crumbs of tingles. His mouth wasn’t moving fast, but it was still hard to distinguish his whereabouts because his hands were everywhere—across both legs, flirting with the bottom of my skirt, taunting my inner thighs.It all felt so good.I wasn’t breathing.I was only moaning.And I couldn’t stop.When I could finally suck in a breath, each exhale dragged through my lungs before I quickly filled them again. I couldn’t hold on to air for too long. I needed the release. I needed to control something, my breathing the only thing I had power over.His lips went higher.I still couldn’t tell his precise location. Sensations were starting to jumble, touches were turning to licks, kisses were now bites. My body was overwhelmed. I couldn’t grip, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t prepare.I just had to take it.And listen.And feel.And when his mouth eventually landed on