his hands in praise as the lights around the mirror flickered into life and bathed the space in a gentle orange glow. ‘Spook, you’re the best.’
‘Won’t he mind us being in here?’ Ginny wondered about the band’s rhythm guitarist.
‘Nope.’
Actually, besides a camera and a few magazines there wasn’t a whole lot in here that identified the room as Spook’s. His trademark purple Washburn guitar was obviously in the care of the roadies, and was probably being loaded onto the tour bus right now, ready for departure. She found a good-luck card from a woman wedged between two magazines, and read the message. It was kind of sweet, and not nearly as crude or suggestive as the stuff that was delivered to Ash. His fanmail was enough to make the average porn star cross their legs.
Ash pushed the door to and locked it. ‘On the other hand, he might object to you going through his stuff.’
‘What stuff?’ She replaced the card where she’d found it. ‘How did you know he wasn’t in here entertaining someone?’
‘Because –’ Ash grabbed her hands and pulled her towards him ‘– Spook doesn’t bring ladies back to his room … or men,’ he added, anticipating her next question. ‘Didn’t we have this conversation already?’
‘Yeah, you tried to convince me he’s celibate.’ Like she was genuinely going to believe that. Spook Mortensen was far too sensual a package to not be a seething mass of warring passions beneath his cool exterior. She figured he was just a lot more circumspect about things than the rest of the band.
Ash rubbed the line of piercings in his ear. ‘It’s the truth. You’re the only person I’ve known him to get even vaguely intimate with, and we’ve spent a lot of time together. He just doesn’t …’
‘Doesn’t what? Fuck? Get turned on? Everyone gets turned on by something.’ She perched on the sofa arm. ‘You said he likes taking photographs, right? So, maybe he, you know … gets off that way.’ She made an up-and-down motion with her loosely closed fist. ‘While he’s looking through them.’
Ash just shook his head. ‘Trust me. He sticks them in a scrapbook and shows about as much interest in them as you would in a stamp collection. If there’s something that does it for Spook, I dunno what it is, because he’s keeping really quiet about it.’
Given they were best mates, that statement ought to have been more convincing. Except she knew what blokes were like. ‘Ever asked him why he doesn’t?’
‘Why would I?’
Whether that was the truth or not, it was certainly the answer she expected. Ash did avoid anything that smacked of emotional depth. Or he had until he’d met her. Occasionally she managed to lever open little trapdoors in his mind, and, in all fairness, he was at least as willing to talk about his past as she was hers.
‘So, now we’ve gatecrashed Spook’s place, what happens?’
‘No idea.’ Ash faked a yawn and stretch that caused his T-shirt to rise, giving her a beautiful glimpse of his abs and the little snake tattoo that slithered across them. ‘Any thoughts?’
Plenty, given she was also eye level with the very glorious and pronounced bulge in his jeans. ‘You. Here,’ she demanded, pointing to the spot right in front of her.
‘Right here?’
As soon as Ash was standing there, she wrapped her arms around his body, then flopped backwards onto the sofa, tugging him with her.
The springs groaned in complaint as they landed on the buttery soft leather. Ash sought her mouth, possessed her with his tongue and kisses, making her a little drunk from the lack of air and the whoosh of emotions he provoked. She was sure the curl of his tongue shouldn’t make her so giddy, but it did. Every time, it did.
‘And now you’ve got me here, what do you envisage happening?’
‘Bad things,’ she murmured, still grazing his lips with hers. ‘Real bad things.’ She slid her hands down his back, to his butt and gave his cheeks a squeeze that made him jump. Something else jumped too, and made a hummock against her thigh. ‘Hm, I think someone is a teeny bit turned on.’
‘Is it you?’ he asked, his eyes all wide and innocent. ‘Because you’re awful wriggly, and you’re making a whole lot of cute little groans.’
She was not! OK, maybe she was making a few, but that’s what he did to her. He kissed her and she turned into a desperate, horny mess, and that was without taking into consideration what he did to her emotions. She’d been so sure before she met him that she was done with serious relationships. He’d changed that with one night of saucy fun. She couldn’t think about him without her heart getting squishy, and a rush of air leaving her lungs like she was about to expire.
‘I was thinking it might be you, given what you’re sporting down here.’ She slid one hand between them and ran it down his chest to the bulge in his jeans. Ash hissed sharply when she touched him, and his eyelids snapped closed.
She stroked him, watching pleasure rise through his expression, and then his jaw lock tight when it all got a little too pleasant.
For someone who’d apparently spent years fucking like crazy and failing to come, he was awful sensitive sometimes. ‘How about I give you a little breathing space?’
It only took a few seconds to unbuckle his belt and release his fly. Then he was hot and hard in her hand.
Ash made a noise in the back of his throat as her fingers lightly brushed his skin. Ginny traced the outline of his cock. He was eager all right. All worked up and ready for her. His cock lying flat against his stomach. When she’d laid down, she’d meant to have him come right inside of her, go in deep and fuck her into oblivion or until the sofa collapsed, one of the two. Now they were here and his cock was right there in front of her, she couldn’t resist touching him. Her fingers danced over his skin. She still found it hard to believe he was real. Not because she was starstruck or any of that nonsense, just because he was perfect for her. Sensitive and kind, and loyal, though she realised that only those closest to him had any inkling about that. He was supposed to be this wild man of metal, an arrogant, posturing fiend, but he was a pussycat, really. And all those women – it wasn’t about machismo or proving himself. He just wanted someone to care enough to make him feel good.
She touched his cock and felt him jerk in response, his sensitivity turned ultra-high. The shiver reached as far as his arms, which he locked tight to support himself over her.
‘Wanna come all over me?’ she asked.
He made a goldfish face in response, like he could barely comprehend what she was saying.
‘I want to see you come, and then I want to suck you until you’re hard again so you can bend me over this here sofa and do me like the world’s about to end.’
She made a fist around his shaft and pumped him slowly until he was weeping his arousal onto her fingertips.
‘Ginny,’ he sighed, as her thumb stroked over his glans. ‘Why?’
‘I like watching you. I like seeing the expressions on your face when you come. I can’t appreciate them in the same way when you’re doing things to me. I guess it’s kind of like watching you play your
