Until Korry (PULSETUNES ROCK GODS Book 4), page 22
“You … just now … which was a baaaaaaaaaad idea, Korry.”
“That wasn’t a kiss, that was me making sure I didn’t waste the smoke.”
“Right,” she grumbled, like she didn’t believe me.
“Want to know the difference?” I asked as she stared me out with slightly glazed eyes from the weed and the wine.
“There seriously is one?” she teased.
“You need to say it, sweetheart. Do you want me to show you the difference?”
“Said the rock star to the PA,” she said, reminding me who she was to us.
“Fuck it. Forget who I am and who you’re supposed to be to me. We’re just two people, getting a little high together so we can’t really be held responsible for what we do.”
“Well in that case, oh hell, yes,” she said, fisting my T-shirt and drawing me closer.
CHAPTER 48
BERNADETTE
What the fuck are you doing, Bernadette? I asked myself as I literally grabbed the bull by the horns and closed the space between Korry and me.
“You’re sure you’re up for this?” he asked with a seed of doubt in his suspicious eyes, like he was giving me one last chance to back out.
“Are you sure?” I mimicked, wondering again if he really couldn’t resist this or if I was that fill-in female in the absence of anyone else. He was a little stoned, then again, so was I.
His eyes took on a mischievous glint and he smiled. “Hell, yes! I’ve been fighting the urge to kiss you since that first night in your RV,” he remarked frankly. His gaze turned serious. “I’d never fuck with you, just for the sake of something to do, Bernadette. I’ve been walking the line because of your job, but also because my head was in a different space with my confusion over how I felt about Blaire and all the drama she dealt me.”
“And now?” I mumbled because I needed to believe him. Although by that point, Hell would have needed to freeze over for me not to take that kiss. Right then, I was seconds away from fulfilling a secret fantasy I’d never have admitted to having until that moment.
“Now? Now there’s nothing I’d rather do than fool around a little with you.”
“You wouldn’t regret—”
Before I could finish that thought Korry pressed his soft lips against mine. Every concern I had about what we were doing was instantly wiped from my mind. The sudden zap of electricity that shot through my body may have accounted for that.
My head swam as my heart pounded. He broke contact and pulled back just enough to look at me. Gently he wrapped his hand around the front of my neck as his gaze filled with lustful desire, and a small sheepish smile curved his lips.
“Sorry, you were about to overthink and the more we questioned ourselves, the less likely I would have gotten to kiss you. I didn’t want that to happen this time. Are you sorry I overstepped?”
“Nope,” I squeaked as my body trembled from head to toe from the way his thumb strummed over my pulse point. Of course, I was lying because in the light of day, I’d likely torture myself that I’d made the first move to us breaking the rules. Then I figured, I’d worry about that later because he was Korry Moonan, the ordinary man who wanted to kiss me, not the rock star. And I was all in for that kiss.
A smile spread on his lips. “Sexy, Bernadette. You’re a blushing contradiction of sweet and spicy. Who would have guessed we’d find ourselves alone like this?” he mumbled, taking his time when my mind was chanting shut the fuck up and kiss me again already.
Korry moved his other hand and sifted it through my hair, stopping when his palm cradled the back of my head. His intense gaze slid to my lips then back to my eyes. With a small flick of his tongue, he wet his lips, flashed me a small, reassuring smile and kissed me again.
This time, there was no tentativeness in the way he possessively handled me. Deepening the kiss, he tilted my head as his tongue lashed against mine in a frenzied, passionate duel of need.
Seconds later we were both breathing hard, eager for more. Then, just when I felt we could easily lose control, Korry switched things up, instantly bringing the heat level down, but continued to kiss me in a leisurely, intimate way.
Every nerve cell in my body burned while fire coursed through my veins in response to the way his long fingers massaged my scalp as he continued to control our connection. I had never been so consumed by a man kissing me before, yet Korry’s kiss was so intoxicating and addictive that I hadn’t wanted it to end.
Eventually, Korry broke contact, but again, this wasn’t an all-or-nothing move, as he continued to plant several small kisses to my lips, as if he was also reluctant to stop.
“Fuck me, that was …” he muttered, sitting back on his calves as he adjusted his tented sweatpants. “Goosebumps, sweetheart,” he mumbled, glancing down at his arms. His nipples were hard beneath his tight T-shirt, and I smiled to myself when I noticed this. “I think we’re both a little buzzed, and we might get out of control. We should try to cool it, huh?”
My core ached from my arousal and my panties were completely soaked. “Yeah …” I agreed wistfully. If Korry hadn’t found the strength to stop what we were doing, I’m certain I’d have gone all in.
Clearing his throat, he climbed off the sofa and chuckled to himself as he stuck his hand down his sweatpants and adjusted himself. Glancing toward me, he gave me a look of longing, like he was sorry he’d stopped before he chuckled, shook his head and slumped back down on the sofa.
“I think we better watch that movie before things get out of hand.” The gruffness in his tone confirmed how hard he was trying for restraint.
Part of me should have been pleased he’d respected me and had mostly done the right thing. But the rest became restless because he’d made me so riled up that I no longer cared who he was to me. Immediately after that, my self-doubt crept in, and I wondered if he didn’t like me enough to keep going. Was I too clichéd and tame for him that he figured he’d taken advantage?
Oblivious to my silent mini-meltdown, Korry flicked through the channels while I continued to sit second-guessing what had gone down between us. Even though the kiss had ended, in the afterglow of it, my heart still raced, and my body had continued to fire on all cylinders in its wake for several minutes.
My hand moved up to my neck where Korry had left an invisible imprint of his hand on my throat, and as he now sat, searching for movies, I asked myself if I had just dreamed the whole thing up. Then I wondered if the man sitting next to me was now the rock star version of himself, because he appeared to have regained his composure and looked completely relaxed again.
After a few minutes searching the cable TV menu we settled on the latest thriller that had only been added to one of the networks that day.
“Would you mind if we turned down the lights?” I asked, still reeling from a heady cocktail of sensations running through me and already rising to my feet to hit the switch.
“I prefer to watch TV in the dark,” he replied, agreeing.
After flicking the switch and bathing us in semi-darkness, I jumped back onto my end of the sofa and curled my legs up under me.
As my body cooled down, we both began to watch the movie, and my focus turned to the aching arches of my feet. As I tried to get lost in the plot, I began rubbing my feet.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he mumbled, glancing curiously down to my hand with a raised brow. “If you were a guy, I’d swear you were beating yourself off.”
I chuckled. “I’m rubbing my arches. My feet are aching after spending all day in my heels.”
“Give them here, for God’s sake,” he said, patting his lap.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll stop.”
“No, you won’t. Let me give you the Korry Moonan foot massage treatment. I’m an excellent foot rubber,” he countered. “I can’t have you in pain.”
“I couldn’t …” I mumbled, slightly flustered because I figured him touching me again was a bad idea, and I couldn’t swear I could handle it.
“Trust me,” he said, waving his hand in a gimme motion. I raised a brow and he chuckled. “Come on, you’ll love it.”
Little did he know that was the crux of my hesitancy. When he continued to pat his lap, I reluctantly stretched out my foot. Grabbing it firmly, he placed it over his thighs and began to rub his thumb up the arch of my foot.
“Oh, God,” I muttered breathily as I sank further back into the couch, the movie forgotten altogether. My eyes fluttered closed within seconds as I became lost in the mesmerizing magic of his ministrations.
CHAPTER 49
KORRY
The minute Bernadette began to grunt and groan in reaction to my foot massage, my dick either wouldn’t or couldn’t behave at all. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the movie, I couldn’t ignore the pornographic sounds of ecstasy coming from the back of her throat.
“Oh, damn, Korry, that’s it, right there. Don’t stop rubbing that spot.” Even when I was doing something so benign, I was imagining how responsive she’d be, if I’d dared to pay attention to other less innocent spots on her body.
I tried to scratch that thought from my mind and told her to swap over her foot for the other one.
“This ankle is a little swollen,” I informed her, trying desperately to bring what I was doing back to a harmless, caring gesture.
“Yeah, I went over on my heel as we climbed in the van yesterday.”
Paying more attention to her foot and ankle, I gave a deeper tissue massage and added long strokes up her leg to ward off the fluid that had collected there. Then, because I was weak, I found each stroke had gotten higher and higher until my hands were just short of her knee.
“Has anyone told you that you have great hands?”
“I’d be lying if I said no,” I replied, chuckling.
“Of course, you would. That was a stupid question.”
“Why is it stupid?”
“You rely on your hands for a living,” she said, fixated on watching them move up and down her silky-smooth legs.
“True, and a bunch of other things,” I remarked, making eye contact with her and smiling.
“Oh, fuck that’s good,” she gushed, her tone blissful from me massaging her calf muscle. “Don’t look at me like that,” she mumbled, closing her eyes as if she thought closing them would make me disappear. A deep flush rose in her cheeks and my dick strained behind my sweatpants in protest.
“Then stop sounding as if you’re orgasming,” I suggested. My voice sounded slightly slurred, and thick with lust. I fought the urge to take what I wanted because my dick was as hard as nails. Fortunately, I had shifted position on the couch, and this helped hide my arousal.
Regardless of my reaction, I was trying to be a good guy, yet despite this, I had still unwittingly found another excuse to touch her.
“Up until now, this is the worst decision of my career, accepting a foot rub from you. Not that I’m complaining about your technique, which is perfect,” she disclosed. I took a long look into her gorgeous blue eyes and decided she was as riled up as I was.
So much for our heated exchange this morning and my vow to maintain better distance, because my hands were all over her, behaving as if they couldn’t get enough of her, and not that long ago, my mouth had been as well.
Then again, she’d done little to discourage me, and from the sounds that came from her throat, Bernadette was at a loss to ignore the connection between us either.
My intention had been to relieve her aching feet, but what had begun as an innocent, comforting gesture, quickly became another chemically loaded connection that we were both powerless to prevent.
One glance at her lust-filled eyes, made my heart skip a beat, and once her dark look of desire caught my attention, I was fully prepared to welcome the consequences of her spending a night in my bed. From the hungry way her eyes almost swallowed me whole as she stared into mine, I believed she’d listen to any excuse I put forward for us to get it on.
“What are you thinking?” I asked, drawing her out of her reverie. She shook her head and smirked, realizing she had been busted daydreaming. The intensity in her gaze confirmed to me that I could have taken her then and there, if I’d had a mind to.
“Nothing and everything,” she replied honestly.
“Same,” I said, chuckling. I stopped massaging for a second to let my comment sink in before I continued.
“Your hands feel so good, or I’d tell you to stop,” she admitted.
“These hands are good at a lot of things,” I replied, wagging my brows and smiling wickedly to back up my flirt.
“I think we’re pretty hopeless at this keeping our distance thing,” she suggested, biting back a smile.
“True. I can’t keep my hands off you … which is disconcerting but nice,” I mused.
“Not nice,” she countered. I stopped massaging immediately. “I mean nice hardly fits the description of how this feels,” she added.
“Should I stop?” I mumbled gruffly, pretending to consider doing this.
“Fuck no,” she replied. I grinned and as if she thought better of her remark, her hand landed on mine, stopping me. “Korry, what is this?”
“Damned if I can make sense of it, but I want you to know, I’m not just passing the time with you,” I assured her.
“Donnie would fire me if he thought …” she trailed off.
“Fuck, Donnie. I’m one of the bosses, remember? He works for us, not the other way around.”
“Then Levi … Jude … Deakon …” she trailed off, sounding freaked out by her thought.
“Deakon would be cool. He’s known I liked you since the first time I saw you. I might have made a move on you then, but Donnie warned us all off. Back then, we weren’t allowed to think for ourselves. But in hindsight, I’m glad. It’s been better getting to know you now that I’ve mellowed a bit. Too much fame too quickly turned my head in the beginning.”
“Still …” she remarked.
“Still nothing. I like you, Bernadette. And I think from that kiss we had, you just might be a teeny wee bit into me.” I shrugged. “It could be an ideal opportunity to get to know each other better … maybe fool around in plain sight, if we wanted to.”
“If we wanted to?” she asked, frowning.
“Look, I’m struggling to ignore the sexual chemistry going on between us,” I confessed. I blinked an eyelash into my eye, bringing our frank conversation to a halt. “Aw fuck,” I shrieked, clutching my eye and rubbing it hard.
“What happened?” she asked, looking confused and alarmed.
“Shit, there’s something in my eye.”
Bernadette shifted off the couch and switched the light on. “Here, let me see,” she ordered, leaning over me as I squeezed my eye tightly shut.
“Fuck it stings,” I grumbled, rubbing my eye harder.
“Stop being a baby. Anyone listening to you would think you were being tortured. You’re going to push the lash further down. Wait here, let me get some tissue and I’ll try to fish it out.”
Fortunately, there was a box of tissues on one of the end tables, so she grabbed it and came back to where I was sitting. Tilting my head back, she held my face by my chin. “Okay, when you open your eye, I’m going to pull the bottom eyelid down and gently try to swipe the lash onto the tissue.”
“Fuck it’s stinging like a bitch,” I whined as she waited for me to open my eye.
“That’s because you keep rubbing it,” she admonished, grabbing my arm by the wrist to stop me from doing it again.
After three attempts to catch the lash where I pulled my head away, she became frustrated with me. “For God’s sake, open your legs. I need to come closer,” she demanded.
“Any other time, an order like that would make me smile,” I admitted, scrunching both eyes tightly shut.
“Do you think it would help if I wet the tip?” she asked.
“Are you offering me a pity blowjob because I’m blind right now?”
“I meant the tip of the tissue, but it’s good to know your mind still goes to the gutter when your eyes aren’t functioning,” she mumbled, chuckling as she strategically placed her finger and thumb above and below my eye. “Right, I’m going in and I’m not stopping until it comes with me this time.”
“Are you saying those things on purpose to distract me?” I questioned, moving my hands to her hips as she stood between my legs.
“What things?” she asked, pausing to think back.
“Wet the tip, not stopping until it comes with me,” I reminded her.
She laughed. “Trust you,” she said as she pried my eye open and swept the tissue along the inside of my bottom eyelid. Pulling it out, she inspected the tissue. The silence that followed made me open my good eye to look at her. “Yay, I got it, look.”
“Thank God for that,” I mumbled and absentmindedly patted both cheeks of her ass.
Her legs wiggled the moment I did this. “How does it feel?” she asked.
“Your ass feels fabulous, my eye on the other hand couldn’t feel worse if you had attacked it with a hedge trimmer,” I snickered. “I appear to be inadvertently groping you again.”
“You were traumatized, so you are forgiven,” she said, moving away from me. “Thank goodness you can’t have babies,” she joked, laughing as one of my hands lost contact with her ass. The other traced down her leg and stopped at the back of her knee. Enjoying the feel of her incredibly silky skin, I began drawing lazy circles there.
She glared at me as if to say, You know what you’re doing.
“What? This is soothing. My eye is so damn painful. Maybe you should kiss it better,” I suggested, smiling and gazing up at her with one eye still closed.
“You think that would help?” she said with disbelief in her tone.
I figured she must have thought I looked ridiculous with my puffy, watery eye. “No, but it was worth a shot,” I replied, chuckling.
Smoothing both sides of my head, Bernadette leaned in and pressed a small kiss to my eye. “There,” she mumbled, but before she could move away, I caught her by her hips and pulled her into me.
