With the Band (With the Band #1)

“I wasn’t, and I’m not.”


“You have no idea how much I wish we were having this conversation face-to-face.”

“Don’t need to. I can practically see your fucking smile,” she mutters.

“Nah, Pey, this is what besties do. Now, spill the beans. I want to know everything.”

Well, I think I do. Coop is probably into some weird things, sexually, and I definitely don’t want to hear about that.

“I don’t know. We had a few drinks, a dance, and then all of a sudden, I wanted him. A lot. It hit me like a bloody bus and surprised the hell outta me because I know what he’s like. I’m so not interested in being just another notch on the infamous man-whore’s bedpost. But everything in my life has kind of been running away from me, and I’ve been feeling like I’m just along for the ride. Last night, I felt in charge. It was my choice, and I chose to have a one-night stand with a rock star.”

“You’ve so made it,” I say dryly.

“You’re sleeping with one, too, lady.”

I laugh, and that’s when Kitt stirs again. He presses his erection into my backside, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning down the phone. I’d like to be sleeping with one right now.

“Pey, can we meet up in, say…twenty minutes?”

“Thirty minutes,” Kitt corrects, groaning into my hair I wince because Peyton definitely heard that.

“You got your thirty minutes, lover boy!” she shouts to Kitt. “Meet for breakfast, Tex, okay?”

“Yep, see you down there.”

Kitt takes the phone off me and hangs up.

“Well, that was rude,” I chastise over my shoulder.

He gives me an adorable smile that melts my heart into a puddle.

“I don’t care. We’re both naked here, and this body is driving me insane,” he breathes, running his hand down the outside of my leg.

Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back and bite my lip to stifle a moan. I start to pulse between my legs. Damn, he’s barely touched me.

“Kitt…”

His breathing gets heavier, and he curls his hand to the inside of my thigh. “I’ve never needed anything more than I need you,” he says roughly.

“You said…”

His hand grazes my entrance. The touch is so light, but I feel it everywhere.

What was I saying? Did you even speak at all?

“I said, what?” he asks.

His husky voice drives me crazy. I’m too hot, too riled up, and I need to come. Right the fuck now.

“Kitt!”

He delicately rubs his finger in small circles. I need more. He knows that. I grind myself on his hand, and he moves it back, not allowing me what I want.

“Don’t. Kitt, please. I need this. Please.”

He groans in my ear. “So fucking hot when you beg. Touch yourself with me, baby.”

Holy…

This would never have happened with Xander. He would never have even asked me to, but also, I didn’t feel this confident before. It’s like Kitt extinguishes any inhibitions I have the moment he kisses me. I love it. I love that I can ask for whatever I want, and he’ll give it to me. And not only will he grant my every wish, but it also turns him on, too.

Without another thought, I lower my hand and touch myself. His fingers guiding mine is twice as erotic, and I feel like I’m going to explode the second his finger brushes mine.

“God, Texas,” he groans.

It sends a bolt of pleasure from my toes to my core.

“Kitt, I’m close.”

I grind myself on our hands, and Kitt presses his erection into my leg, breathing hard and biting down on my shoulder.

“Shit, that’s it.” My body shudders, and my eyes fall shut. “Kitt, I can’t…”

“Let go. Come for me,” he rasps, arching his hips against my butt.

I feel the dampness at the end of his cock, and that’s what sends me over the edge. I ride out my orgasm on our interlaced fingers.

When my body goes slack, he pulls back. His eyes are dark with lust. “There is no need for anyone to leave this room until I’ve made you come—twice more.”

“Oh, really, Mr Hotshot?”

“I’ll give you my hotshot.”

“Ew.” I laugh, shoving his chest.

He rolls above me. “You love it.”

I love you.

“Remind me why I like you again?” I say, narrowing my eyes.

He raises an eyebrow as he looks down south and licks his bottom lip. “I’m about to.”

Sweet. Jesus.

“You should do it soon. I really, really can’t remember.”

Chuckling, he shakes his head as his tongue darts out and caresses my collarbone. I tilt my head to give him better access and let out a moan. Spurred on by my reaction, Kitt’s hands are suddenly everywhere—in my hair, over my breasts, across my stomach, down the inside of my thigh.

I can’t keep up, and it sends my mind spinning. All I feel is pleasure, and I never want it to end.