With a growl he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs. Stepping out of them he grabbed my waist. Once again my legs went around his hips. Instead of plunging deep inside of me right there against the wall, he fell onto his back on one of the mattresses lying on the floor. I gasped as he thrust up into me roughly. Our joining from the night before had left me deliciously sore. As every inch of his long, thick cock thrust deep, my tender flesh both protested and screamed in pleasure.

“Fuck. Oh fuck.” Devlin’s head fell back, his eyes shut tightly. “You feel so damn good, Nat. That sweet little pussy fits my cock like a fucking tight glove. Move for me, baby. Move that perfect ass.”

I was helpless not to obey his raspy command. Moaning, I lifted my hips, loving the way he pulsed as I dropped back down. His hands tightened on my ass, his fingers digging deep as he held himself inside of me. Watching his face, seeing what I made him feel, was empowering.

My baggy sweatshirt was getting in my way and making me unbearably hot. I pulled it over my head and threw it across the room to land in the pile of bed covers that must have come from his bed. I was completely naked now and his eyes went straight to my breasts as they bounced while I rode his cock. With a growl he pushed me downward until his face was buried in the valley between my breasts.

The feel of his teeth on the inside of my left breast made my walls clench, my release rushing forward at an even faster pace. I grabbed hold of his shoulders, my nails digging deeply into his flesh as I quickened my pace. “Dev,” I whimpered. “I’m going to…” I sobbed as my inner walls began to convulse. I felt the rush of liquid my release produced and buried my face in his chest as I silently cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “That’s it, Nat. Come for me, baby.” With a growl he rolled us without disconnecting our bodies. His hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass and lifted my lower body off the mattress as he plunged deep into me at a speed that made my head spin with the sheer pleasure of it.

I was close again already. My thighs quivered from the force of the approaching orgasm. “Again?” he gritted. “You’re going to make me come, baby. The way your tight little pussy is contracting…” My eyes lifted as he stilled above me, his hands gripping my ass hard enough to leave bruises on top of the ones that he’d given me the night before.

Watching Devlin as he came apart was something I’d always loved to witness. The way his hair fell into his sweat-covered face, his eyes lowering to half-mast. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. A vein popped out in his forehead, his neck arching as his jaw clenched, holding in the shout that must have been ripping his throat to shreds from containing it.

In the next instant I felt the first hot spray of his release flooding into me. His semen was hot, making my inner walls quiver even more in pleasure from the heat that soothed my tender flesh. With a muttered curse Devlin fell on top of me and I closed my eyes as my orgasm finally started to subside. My eyes felt heavy and I let them close for a moment to savor the feel of this man’s weight on me.

It was several minutes before Devlin lifted his head. “Am I hurting you?” He kissed my lips quickly and rolled off me before I could tell him that I would rather have him on top of me. I’d felt warm and safe. Now the coolness of the bus’s air-conditioning made me shiver.

Devlin pulled me against his side, his body heat taking some of the chill away. “You’re mine, Nat,” he informed me, his strong arms tightening around me. He pressed his lips against the top of my head. “Mine. I was about to kill someone when I thought you were with Rhett. Tell me you’re mine so that I know you know it too.”

“Yeah,” I answered him, knowing that no matter what happened now I would always be his. I always had. “I’m yours.”

Natalie

I was rushing around making sure everything for tonight’s concert went as smoothly as possible. I honestly didn’t know how Emmie kept up with everything so calmly. I’d been doing this for three of the four years that I’d worked for Emmie and I still had difficulty keeping up with it all. If it weren’t for my clipboard with all my lists of things that had to be done and in what order, I would have been seriously lost.

Demon’s Wings were still on stage, but they only had another ten to fifteen minutes before the roadies would step in and change everything over so that OtherWorld could close the night out. I went over my to-do list one more time, my mind focused on nothing but it for the moment.

When strong arms suddenly wrapped around my waist from behind, I nearly screamed because I’d been so lost in thought. When I felt the roughness of Devlin’s day-old beard on my neck, my mouth snapped closed and I leaned back against him. Since my brothers were still on stage I didn’t have to worry about anyone else seeing us like this.

“How are you feeling?” Devlin asked, his lips right beside my ear so he didn’t have to shout to be heard over the music.

“Still got a headache,” I told him as I turned in his arms and leaned on tiptoe to kiss his lips. “But it’s not like it was.”

Devlin caught my bottom lip between his and nipped on it before sucking it deep. I nearly dropped my clipboard as I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him deepen the kiss, but only for a moment. Pulling back, I gave him a mock glare. “I thought we agreed to keep things quiet for the moment? I don’t want my brothers giving you a hard time if they find out about us.”

He glanced around the dimly lit corridor that we were standing in. Only one roadie was in sight, everyone else was behind stage getting ready to do the switchover. He smirked down at me and slapped both his big hands across my ass. “I think we’re safe for the moment, baby.”

When he started to lower his head I nearly let him kiss me again. Why did his kisses have to affect me so much? Reluctantly I pulled away. If he kissed me I would never get everything that needed my attention accomplished. “Be good.”

“We’ve been apart for too long. I’m just trying to make up for the lost time.” He grabbed my clipboard and pulled it out of my hand. I gave a cry in outrage and tried to snatch it back. He grinned wickedly as he effortlessly held it over my head.

If I hadn’t been so busy I would have taken pleasure in seeing that smile on his face. He looked happy in that moment. Really and truly happy. Unfortunately I didn’t have time to savor it. “Babe, I don’t have time for this,” I whined. “Give it back so I can finish up.”