“Don’t hurt her.”
I stiffened, slowly turning to see Trevor leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “I don’t plan on it.”
“Yeah, well, you’re a rock star with a shit track record. Actually, no track record because you don’t date. Except suddenly you’re dating Savvy and giving her a new car and telling her she can’t live here.”
“You heard.”
Trevor knocked on the wall. “Like you said, a dump. Thin walls.”
“Babe, are you coming back to bed?” a female voice called from inside his place.
Trevor ignored her. “I like you because I think you care about her. And you rock on the drums.” Trevor pushed off the doorframe. “But this bogus dating thing is bad news.”
“She told you?” Fuck, the fewer people who knew about our arrangement, the better. I didn’t want Savvy to get hurt by it because the media might not be so kind if they found out, even if the truth was I wasn’t fake dating at all.
He shook his head. “No. She didn’t have to. Savvy gets a job at Compass, new car, cell phone, and is going on dates with you. She’d never take that shit from you if there wasn’t something else going on.”
“She didn’t willingly take it. And I’d never hurt her.”
He shrugged. “Just sayin’. I saw the way she looked at you the other night. She was drunk maybe, but the truth is often revealed when you’re drunk. There was nothing bogus about that.” He turned, went inside his place and closed the door.
The only way I got her to take the car, money and the cell phone was because of the arrangement we had.
I understood it. She’d worked for everything she’d ever wanted and had grown up with a mother who hadn’t given a shit about her. To only then be thrown into the foster care system. But she continued to dance. She took that with her and I wanted her to have that.
But not at a nightclub.
As I walked into my warehouse a half hour later, I tried to picture Savvy here, in this empty, desolate space with no memories, no attachments, nothing except brick walls and the necessities.
She’d want memories. Pictures on the walls and knickknacks on the shelves. The question was if I could give it to her or was I delusional in thinking this could work.
Tonight had tested my control, watching her eat dessert. The way the cream clung to her lips. How she held it in her mouth, her cheeks flushed.
My dick was so fuckin’ hard. It took everything I had not to follow her into the restrooms at the restaurant and fuck her up against the wall. But the first time wouldn’t be a quick fuck against a wall. The thought of slipping my cock into her… I didn’t know how long I’d last, but I wanted to savor that moment, a moment I’d never experienced before. A moment that would change everything.
I unbuttoned my dress shirt on the way to the bathroom, peeled it off and tossed it on the bed. I finished stripping in the bathroom, my cock jutting out.
I turned on the shower, the rainfall teeming down from the sprayer on the ceiling.
Stepping into the tiled oasis, I stood under the waterfall, tilting my head back, running my hand through my hair then down my chest to my abdomen, then to my cock.
It jerked the second I touched it. Christ.
It wouldn’t take long tonight. I’d been hard for the last five fuckin’ hours.
Closing my eyes, the heated water drizzled over my skin and my hand tightened around my cock as I pictured Savvy.
Her hips swaying seductively in that dress as she walked. A sway she had no idea she had, so completely unaware of her beauty.
I grunted and gripped harder, slowly moving my hand up and down.
Her on her knees in front of me. Still wearing that dress as the water soaked into the material. Her mouth inches from my cock, her hand around it and those doe eyes asking me.
Asking me if she could suck me.
I groaned, my head back, hand moving faster. Tightness clenching.
No. Not yet. Not fuckin’ yet.
I slowed. I wanted her mouth first.
Her mouth full of me like the crème br?lée.
She opened her mouth and took all of it. All of me.
I’d purposely given her more than her mouth could comfortably take, wanting to see her reaction.
And I nearly came in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager when she did it.
God, she was fuckin’ perfect.
I groaned louder as I jerked my cock harder.
Faster.
I leaned against the wall, legs braced, picturing Savvy between my legs sucking me off. My fingers fisted in her red wet curls as I pushed deeper. And deeper. A little choking sound and then she sucked harder.
Her slight gasp.
“Fuuuuckkkk.” I groaned as my balls tightened then jolts shot through me again and again as I came.
My cock still in my hand, water drizzling down my wet skin, heart thumping, I bowed my head. “Jesus.”
Three more weeks and then this bullshit with the dating would end, and I’d be able to have her.
And when that happened, Savvy Grady was going to place her good bits in my hand, and when she did, I’d close my fist and never let them go.
The only way I could describe dating Killian Kane was frustrating. I’d never wanted a man as much as I did him, and he didn’t make it easy on me. In the last week, we appeared in public places, restaurants, the club, the boardwalk, and the Science Center because there was an exhibit on Wild Weather he wanted to see.
But what really did me in was showing up at my door looking smokin’ hot with coffee and croissants for the last five mornings. Sometimes he didn’t stay as he had to go to Logan’s to work on the album, but other times he did, and we’d sat at my kitchen table and talked while eating the delicious pastries and the best coffee I’d ever had.