Sex, Decisions & Rock n' Roll (Redemption Tour #2) Page 12

  Dash just stares at me trying to understand what I’m not saying, and then I see recognition in his eyes. “Jules, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I’ve been so fucking stupid. I should have known better.”

  “Dash, you don’t need to say you’re sorry. You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s just, well, like Val said, I need to get a thicker skin.”

  “Thicker skin?”

  “I can’t let what those girls, your fans, and Nadia say get to me, hence the needing the thicker skin. But the things they say, well, honestly, they play on my insecurities about me, about us. I try to not let them, but the reality of it is, that’s all they do. A few of them have been sweet and supportive, but for the most part, they rather I be out of your life. And honesty I can’t help but wonder if they’re right. If… if maybe things with Blake had been different, I would be different now, but I’m not Dash, I’m not. And I’m trying so hard, so hard to be what you need me to be. I’m trying so hard to stay strong and not let their words bother me. I’m trying so hard…” There. I’ve said it. A few tears roll down my cheeks, and I quickly wipe them away. Tears are not being strong, damn it!

  “Sunshine, what did Nadia say to you?”

  “It was nothing.” I shy away, diverting my eyes.

  “Jules.”

  I’ve come this far. “Okay, in a nutshell, she said that I was just your latest plaything and when you were done with me, which would be soon, she would be waiting and then take care of you.” There’s more anger behind my words than I intended.

  Dash jumps up, his fingers instantly going to his hair and pulling in frustration. “That fucking bitch. What the hell is her fucking game? I swear to God…” After a few paces back and forth, he stops in front of me, anger written all over his face. “Sunshine, baby. First, you are not my latest plaything, although I do like playing with you. I am here for the long haul, okay? And second, Nadia will be waiting forever for that to happen. I have no intention of ever, ever going back to that again. I love you, do you hear me? I love you. You are my fucking soul and I can’t live without it, I can’t live without you. I’ve gotten a taste as to what life would be like without you because I lived that before I met you, and I never want to live that way again. Ever.”

  I nod. My gaze meets his as a few more tears escape, falling down my cheeks.

  He brushes the tears away as a few more spill forth. His eyes are pained as he closes them briefly, and when they open again there’s something in them I don’t ever want to see—resolution. “Jules, if this all is too much for you, I totally understand. If you think it would be best if what is happening between us ends right here, right now…”

  “NO! I can’t even… you’re my heart, Dash, you can’t live without your soul, I can’t live without my heart. I won’t survive it, I just won’t.” There’s a fierceness in my voice I’ve never heard before.

  “Like I said, I can’t be without you either. So I guess we’re stuck with each other. I promise you from here on out to protect you better, and please—if there’s ever something bothering you about all of this, tell me. I would give all this up in a heartbeat if it meant I get to keep you.”

  We stare deep into each other eyes for what seems like an eternity, absorbing the words we’ve just spoken. I am the first to break the silence. “I love you.” Leaning forward, I trail my lips along his jaw. A smile pulls at the corners of his mouth, causing me to smile back. “You’re my world, Sunshine. You’re my everything.” His words pierce my heart, filling it, and I can’t hold back. And then… his mouth is on mine.

  My hands find their way into his hair, weaving my fingers into his thick locks, pulling him into me. I can feel Dash fighting the urge to take control, but he lets me take the lead, knowing that I need this. My tongue slips out and licks his top lip. A primal, guttural moan escapes him as I do. He parts his lips, my tongue immediately seeks out his, caressing, massaging and teasing it. He moans again, and the sound makes my confidence grow. I feel sexy. I feel powerful.

  My hands leave his hair, traveling over his shoulders, stopping on his chest. My fingers fist his shirt, pulling him up onto me as I wiggle my way further onto the bed. Again, I feel Dash fighting with himself to take control. He relinquishes and follows, letting me to continue to take the lead.

  Once we’re in position, my fingers pull at the hem of his shirt, lifting it up, revealing his toned abs underneath. Dash helps out quickly, removing it and throwing it somewhere in the room. My fingers trace the contours of his chest, and his muscles twitch under my touch. “So beautiful,” I sigh, mesmerized by his perfection.

  His hand reaches to my cheek and gently caresses it. “You’re the beautiful one.”

  “You make me feel beautiful.” I turn my lips to kiss the palm of his hand.

  My hands trail up along his shoulders and coast along his back, my nails scratching along the way. His mouth seeks out mine but when it does, I pull away and flash him what I hope is a sinful smirk. My mouth finds his neck and I start to lick, suck, and nip along it. Dash moans, spurring me on. I wiggle from underneath him and he lets me. Once I’m in the perfect position, I push him back against the bed and I pin him down. He gives me my favorite crooked smirk. I smirk right back, continuing to tease him with my mouth. I feel his dick respond, growing harder and harder against me with each passing lick, suck, nip, and kiss. My lips tease along his collarbone and then slowly drift down his chest.

  My tongue swirls around his nipple, teasing and taunting him even further. Ever so gently I grasp it between my teeth and tug. I want to bring him to the edge. I want him to want me so badly as he’s done to me before. I want him to never forget this feeling when I’m not with him.

  “Fuuucck, Jules,” he growls out through gritted teeth.

  I pepper him with more kisses and licks. I know I’m pushing him beyond his limits. Dash always likes to be in control. I don’t know how much longer he’ll let me be in charge before he takes over. I’m surprised he’s lasted this long. I thought he would have flipped us around, pinning me beneath him several kisses and licks ago

  Knowing that this might not last much longer, my hands work their way down his chest, leaving intricate scratches in their wake. Dash’s body bows under my hands. I tug at the button of his jeans, pull down the zipper, and tug them down, noticing Dash isn’t wearing any underwear. His erection springs free. My hand wraps around his thick shaft and ever so slightly I begin to stroke him—Dash shivers under my touch. My stroking becomes more intense and vigorous than before, and then I stop. His body vibrates under me. He’s being so good, so patient; time to reward him. I dip my head down, licking the head of his cock before wrapping my lips around him. I begin to suck while swirling my tongue around the tip. My mouth tightens around him further as I take most of him in my mouth. The head reaches the back of my throat, and I relax before my gag reflexes kick in.

  “Jules, baby.” Dash’s voice is raspy and thick with lust.

  I ignore him and suck harder, hollowing out my cheeks. He laces his fingers in my hair and ever so gently tugs. My eyes flash to his. “Jules, baby, I…” I suck harder, deeper while my eyes are still fixed on his. “I need to feel you, need to be in you.”

  “Ewe arrrr.” My words come out all garbled as I keep him in my mouth. I don’t want to stop. I feel powerful and sexy knowing that I’m making him this way, that my mouth is his undoing.

  “I know, baby, but I want to make you feel good too.” I suck even harder, and a low hiss escapes him.

  “Jules, please,” he begs, pulling slightly harder on my hair.

  He wants me to stop. He wants me to feel good too. Doesn’t he know doing this is making me feel good? But I know he needs control. With one last suck, lick, and tongue swirl, I release him, sitting up.

  “Baby, that was fucking incredible, but I didn’t want to finish in your mouth. I want to finish in your tight, sweet pussy.”

  I feel my cheeks heat up more than they already are. His words are my undoing. He reaches his hand up, cupping my cheek. “You are so incredibly sexy when you blush, my precious Jules.”

  White heat flashes all over my body as his hand travels down my neck, down my shoulder, along my arm, and finally stopping at my hip. He’s fingering my shirt with a scowl on his face as if the material is offensive. I reach down, pulling my shirt up, and toss it aside. I sit above him shirtless, only wearing a black lace bra; my nipples poke through the delicate fabric.

  His hands glide up my sides and cup my breasts, squeezing. I arch my back, pushing them further into his hands; a small moan escapes my swollen lips.

  Dash reaches around and undoes the last layer that conceals me. When it falls to the bed, he is staring at me while licking his lips. “Just perfect,” he whispers, while his hands trail their way back to my breasts.

  He continues to fondle, squeeze, and massage them. I grind and gyrate my hips, trying to get any friction I can. The tables have turned and now he’s teasing me, bringing me to the edge.

  In a flash Dash unbuttons and unzips my pants, exposing a thin layer of black lace. I ease up off of him to remove my pants. Once I’m free, I toss them alongside my shirt. I sit before him in nothing but black lace panties, but I have a feeling they won’t be on for much longer. He grips me by my hips, pulling me on top of him so I’m straddling him. His fingers slip underneath the sides of my panties and he pulls—hard, ripping the delicate fabric. I gasp as the material falls away from my body.

  Dash reaches down between us, his fingers instantly finding my slick, wet entrance. He rubs his fingers back and forth, teasing me. He pulls his hand away from my core, bringing his wet fingers to his lips. He sweeps his tongue out, tasting me, and then sucks them deep into his mouth. “You taste fucking delicious,” he tells her, pulling his fingers out with a popping sound.

  Before he can do anything else my mouth crashes into his, my taste and wetness coating my lips. I devour his mouth, tasting myself, causing a primal snarl to erupt from my depths. I pull back slightly, and my hair whips around my shoulders. Dash’s eyes show nothing but pure lust and want. I reach down, gripping his dick, positioning it at my entrance. I don’t give Dash a chance to react because I thrust down on him. He fills me completely, my walls clamping down around him. I adjust my angle, taking more of him inside me. I feel empowered, feel sexy as I lift up, only leaving the head of his cock inside me before I thrust back down in one swift movement.

  “Fuccck, Sunshine.” Dash’s voice is gritty and rough.

  I continue to ride him, his cock pulsating inside me—I know he’s getting close to the edge. I feel the telltale signs of my own orgasm blossoming. As I push up again Dash decides to take back control, flips me over, and pins me underneath him, never breaking our intimate contact. My walls start to pulsate as I wrap my legs around Dash, pulling him further into me. He begins to thrust deeper, harder, faster. Push. Pull. Push. Pull. Sweat covers my body. My eyes shut, and I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to hold off my orgasm. I want to prolong it for as long as I can.

  “Jules, look at me,” Dash demands.

  My eyes flash open. Dash is staring down at me, his eyes darker than their usual brilliant blue. I get lost in them and see everything in them I’ve always wanted to see. Love. Want. Need. Adoration. My heart. Dash’s thrusts turn from fast and hard to slow and languid. The room fills with our labored breathing and moaning, and not a single word is spoken. They aren’t needed. Our bodies, our eyes, our hearts are saying everything our mouths could never convey. I fall deeper in love with this beautiful man. Never breaking eye contact, Dash reaches down between us, easily finding my clit, and begins to rub. I start to close my eyes, but they pop back open, looking straight at him when he tells me don’t.

  “Come with me, baby.”

  I nod, not able to form the words.

  He continues to slowly thrust in and out, and my hips match his movements. We are moving in unison, moving as one. We are one.

  I feel Dash’s ab muscles tighten as he give me a look telling me that he’s there, that he’s ready to fall with me. With one last thrust, we come together. Our eyes never close, never lose focus, never turn away. He stares intently into me as we ride out our orgasm together. Dash momentarily closes his eyes, and a tear escapes down his cheek. I reach up, gently brushing it away.

  When he open my eyes, in that fraction of a second he had them closed, he looks down at me and tears are spilling down my cheeks—I’m so overcome with emotion I can’t keep it inside. Dash leans down and kisses each eyelid, trying to erase my tears. His lips move down my cheeks, erasing them further. His lips reach mine, and our kiss is sweet and tender.

  He rolls off of me, my body instantly feeling empty and cold. He pulls me on top of him, wrapping his arms tightly around me, holding me to him as if he never wants to let me go—as if he wants me as close to him as possible. He starts to trace intricate circles on my back, soothing me further as our labored breathing evens out. My breathing deepens and sleep is starting to settle in, but not before Dash gently rolls us, spooning me close to his body.

  THE SUN IS barely breaking the horizon when my eyes open. Dash is no longer spooning me. Now I’m lying on my back, his arm tightly wrapped around my waist. I adjust my position, trying not to disturb him so I can better look at him. His face is relaxed, his hair a tousled mess sticking out in every direction. His lips are full and slightly parted. A rush of warm, moist air flows out over them with each breath he takes. His chest rises and falls ever so slowly, his chest muscles flexing and expanding as he does so. I stare longingly and deeply at him, taking every millimeter of him in, once again committing him to memory. In a matter of days I’ll be leaving, heading back to Seattle. The thought is ever present in the back recesses of my mind, always hovering, torturing me. I try to keep it hidden, but, it comes to the forefront of my mind. I reach my hand out and gently trace the contours of his arm wrapped around me, starting at the tip of his shoulder, to the curve of his elbow, and to the tip of his ring finger. His ring finger. My thoughts turn back to only hours before when we were in the elevator with the elderly Italian couple. A couple I saw as Dash and myself.

  I force the idea out of my head. It’s too soon. We’re not there yet. Is that really in our future? There are so many what ifs swirling around going unanswered. My “what ifs” plague me more and more. I’ve never fell this deeply or this hard or this fast for someone in my entire existence. And I know I never will again. I lean up, my lips just ghosting his. Dash stirs, and his eyes flicker open. His blue eyes are more vibrant than I’ve ever seen them. The sparkle in the morning light comes into the room, and I know as I look into them I’m seeing my feelings reflected. A wide smile pulls at his lips¸ and my heart flutters inside my chest.

  “Morning,” he whispers.

  “Morning yourself,” I whisper back.

  Dash bends his head down, his lips seeking mine. He doesn’t have to move very far because my lips are seeking out his as well, meeting him halfway. His warm mouth molds to mine, our lips becoming practically fused together. Our kiss is tender and just perfect.

  I pull away, smiling, and my everything is protesting all at once. “So, what do you have planned today, Mr. Ford?” I feel my smile falter. I’m afraid that he won’t have time for me, or if he does, I will have to be subjected to more of yesterday. That’s why I already made plans just in case.

  “Well, Miss Bennett, as a matter of fact, the only thing I have planned today is spending every second possible with you. Today, my sweet, is the band’s day off. So, what do you have in mind?” Dash wiggles his eyebrows.

  I know what I’d like to do. Never leave this fucking bed and do naughty things with Dash all day and all night long. But I would also love to show him parts of Italy he’s probably never gotten to experience before. I want to share the Italy that I know and love with Dash.

  “I was going to go to Enzo’s vineyard today. I didn’t know you wouldn’t be busy, so I made arrangements already. Would you like to go with me?”

  “Jules, you don’t even have to ask. I would be thrilled to go with you anywhere.”

  “Well, then, we better get up and start to get ready. Carlo is expecting me sometime after breakfast,” I inform him as I start to get out of bed.

  “Breakfast?”

  “You know, that meal that comes before lunch, first thing in the morning,” I reply, tilting my head to the side, my eyebrow raised.

  “Well, I was just thinking…”

  “I know what you are thinking, and if we do what you’re thinking, we will never make it to the vineyard, let alone leave this room.” I toss a pillow at his head.

  Dash removes the pillow, and he has the most disappointed look on my face that has me getting back into bed and crawling over to him. Dash gulps hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

  “Don’t look so sad, hot stuff.” My body grazes his, creating shivers throughout, and I’m not sure if they’re coming from him or me. “I could do many things to you right now in the short amount of time we have.” I lower my head, my lips ghosting his chest. “I could do this,” I jut my tongue out, licking his nipple. A low moan escapes his mouth. “Or I could do this.” My hand snakes between us and hovers over his now very hard dick. “Or this.” I take his nipple between my teeth, gently biting down, and tug. That elicits a hiss from Dash. “Do you think we have enough time, Mr. Ford?”

  He just nods.

  “Are you sure?”

  He just nods again.

  “Do you really want to rush the sweet, sweet torturous things I can do to you? Do you want me to ignore certain aspects of your anatomy because we don’t have enough time? Or do you just want me to fuck you hard and dirty?” Dash brings out my porn-star side apparently.

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