Over the Hills and Far Away (NOLA's Own #1) (38 page)

“Oh fuck.” He pushed my head up and off of him. “Baby Girl, are you okay?”

I cleared my throat.
Okay, I can taste him now
. “I’m fine.”

Chest rising and falling rapidly, he pulled me up onto his lap, his arms tightly cradling me to him. “Oh God, I’m sorry. I totally lost it.”

“I know. That was
awesome
,” I said. I smiled, filled to the brim with joy.

He slumped back, his head resting against the wall. His eyes were closed as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck.”

I pressed a kiss to his hard jawline. His hand reached up, and he held my face to his neck.

“How the fuck did you do that?”

I shrugged, not about to confess to my kielbasa-swallowing days. “I wanted to.”

Standing up, he carried me in his arms. It was wonderful, considering I had basically given up any sort of hope of any man being able to do so. He set me on my feet beneath the deluge of water, and we quickly washed up. Then, he turned off the shower and scooped me back into his arms before marching us into the bedroom and laying me down on the bed, soaking wet.

Oh, man. I’m seriously on fire and freaking the fuck out.

Covering me with his huge warm body, he was above me, over me. His lips were kissing me, his tongue was licking me, and his hands were stroking me, driving everything out of my head but the feel of him.

“My wonderful, beautiful Baby Girl” he murmured against my lips. He continued to kiss and lick his way down my neck and along my collarbone before moving lower to kiss my breasts. He lightly sucked and bit at each nipple before heading farther down.

When Phil’s burning wet mouth pressed on my core, I nearly bowed off the bed. I moaned, and I
felt
him growl, the vibration of his mighty voice buzzing through me. His tongue slicked between the lips of my sex before flicking lazily over my clit, coaxing a sob from me with the most amazing sensations. He sucked, kissed, and lapped at me until I was writhing and thrusting against his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste amazin’,” he said.

Fisting my hands in his hair, I tugged his face back into my crotch. “Don’t fucking stop!” I commanded.

Gently, his teeth scraped over my engorged sensitive flesh. He sucked my clit in between his soft full lips, his tongue laving, until my spine went rigid, and I came hard and loud.

Gathering my limp body into his arms, he cradled me against him and kissed me again, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. His hand slipped between my legs, and he pushed two fingers into me, grinding the heel of his hand against my throbbing sensitive clit.

“Oh gods…” I moaned. My hand clasped hard at his bicep as my head fell back, my neck arcing.

He watched as I unraveled. I could feel his gaze on me like a warm piece of fabric cloaking my face. He wanted to witness when I fell apart.

“God, you’re so close.” His voice rumbled over me, washing through me. “I can feel it. You’re getting
so
tight.”

His two fingers brilliantly fucked me, pressing deeply into a secret sensitive spot, circling and swishing through my liquid heat.

Softly brushing his mouth over my lower lip, he whispered, “When I finally get to put my dick in you, I ain’t ever gonna leave. I
need
to know how it feels to be a part of you, to be
whole.
I wanna feel you come all over me—”

“Phil!” I gasped, coming even harder this time, strongly clenching his fingers.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ break me. I just know it.”

When I returned to my own self—my breathing normal, my heart steady—he slowly withdrew his fingers and stuck them into his mouth before sucking them clean.

He had to be the hottest, sexiest motherfucker on the planet.

Then, he pressed his Third Eye to mine and filled me with a joy so intense that my eyes burned behind my lids. Warm and safe, I swore, I felt…
loved
. I felt his
love
even though he had never uttered the word. My heart was full to bursting with it.

“My other half,” he whispered.

“Baby Girl” Phil’s incredible deep baritone caressed its way into my ear. “Baby Girl, it’s time to wake up.”

“No…” I protested, wrapping my arms around him while burrowing deeper into his embrace.

He chuckled. Warm and naked, he was tangled all up with me.

“I don’t wanna go, but you said I have to, so I am.”

I huffed, all grumpy, “I changed my mind.”

“Well, all right then. I’ll piss off the record company and disappoint thousands of fans—”

“Millions,” I corrected him. “
Millions
of fans.”

“Yeah, all right,” he said. He relaxed into the bed, the weight of his limbs holding me down, pinning me to him.

“Phil?”

“Yeah, Baby Girl.”

I sighed. “You gotta go.”

“I know, but not if my Baby Girl tells me no.”

“Ass. Get up.”

Instead, he rolled me onto my back, settling between my thighs, and rubbed his monstrosity of a hard-on against my crotch. His hands came up to frame my face, and he kissed me. It was so good that I didn’t even notice our morning breath.

I squirmed up against him.

“Woman, you’re testin’ my fortitude.”

“Just put the tip in,” I whispered.

Phil busted out laughing. “I have to jump in the shower, but you can stay in bed a little longer, if you want,” he told me, sitting back.

“I can shower with you,” I said sleepily.

“Mmm…I won’t make it on time if you do. I need to be quick, and I’m findin’ it hard enough to leave you already.”

“Okay.”

I wasn’t the least bit hurt. His bed was huge and really, really comfortable. Plus, it smelled like him. So, I burrowed myself into it and dozed off.

Then, he was back, kissing me. He tasted all good and minty.

“Do you want to just stay here until you have to get ready for work?”

“No, I’m going to head home.”

“Do you need me and the guys to drive you?”

“Nope. I’m stupid close. I’ll just walk.”

“Where the hell do you live, Kenna?” He sounded grumpy.

My lips spread into a cheeky smile. “You’ll see on Friday.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Crawling my way out of bed, I dug out my clean underwear from my bag.

Dressed with my hair put up, I splashed some water onto my face.

I took his hand, and we headed downstairs. He had a stuffed travel bag slung over his shoulder, and it hit me that he was really leaving.

He’ll be back before I know it. It’s less than a week.

He handed me his keys when we reached the side door. “They’re to the house and the truck. Don’t pick me up in that tin can you drive. I won’t fit.”

I cracked up. “Yeah, all right.”

He kissed my Third Eye. “Come and use the shower whenever you want, yeah?”

I wouldn’t, but I said, “Okay.”

After locking up, we walked around to the front where the guys were already piling into a large black van. Their manager was in the driver’s seat, and he waved cordially to us.

Phil pulled me into his arms. “I miss you already.”

“Me, too.”

“I’ll remember last night all week, Kenna. I’m fuckin’ gettin’ a chub right now just thinkin’ about it.”

I grinned and turned up my face to his for another kiss.

“I’ll call you when I get there, okay?”

“Okay, but text me. I might be with a patient. I’ll call you back.”

“All right.”

I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat. To my horror, I found a fat tear squeezing its way out of my eye.
Damn it!

“Oh, Kenna,” he breathed. His angry face descended. “This is such bullshit!”

“I-I’m sorry!” I sniffled. I didn’t want to make him mad.

He cupped my face in his hands, thumbing off the tear. “Naw, Baby Girl, I ain’t mad at you. I’m just mad I have to go.”

“Don’t be. I love who you are, and this is a part—”

We both froze, our eyes growing wide, as we stared at each other.

Phil sucked in a deep breath.

Did I just tell him—

Oh, shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

“I mean, uh…th-that’s, um…”

I just closed my eyes because he was holding my face, and I didn’t think he’d let me turn my head to look away. Instead of pitching a little bitch fit, he tightly hauled me into his arms and crushed my mouth with his. Sucking on my tongue, he moaned deep in his chest. He was like a man dying of thirst, and there I was, a tall glass of cool water.

Catcalls started projecting from the van, but we were impervious to them.

Against my chest, his heart hammered madly.

When we broke the kiss, he moaned, “Oh God…”

He pressed his Third Eye to mine.

Love and love and love…

“Hey, man! We gotta go!” Jason shouted, sounding irritated.

Reluctantly, Phil pulled back, his eyes shining suspiciously bright in the gray dawn light. He was breathing heavily, and I could see him struggling to swallow, as though he was fighting back tears.

“Go,” I said softly, giving him a big smile.

“Kenna, I—”

“Go, you big baby!” I laughed, giving him a playful shove. “I’ll see you at the airport on Friday, okay?”

I could see it in his eyes, right at the surface. He wanted to tell me, but it really wasn’t the time nor the place, and if I hadn’t been half asleep, I’d never have said it myself.

It doesn’t really count.

Yes, it did. Of course it did. I was
feeling
it. When I hadn’t been controlling my thoughts, it’d popped out so naturally.

He shrugged his bag up onto his shoulder, kissed my Third Eye, and then turned and headed for the van. He looked back one last time, giving me the Lady Killer, and then he hopped in before sliding the door shut.

The vibrant colors of the world faded into gray fog again.

Friday felt like an eternity away.

Talk about the days dragging ass.

Monday had sucked. Phil had arrived in New York at noon, and since I had been on my lunch break, I had talked to him for a bit. But he’d had to go into the studio pretty much immediately, and I hadn’t gotten to hear from him until late that night.

Tuesday had sucked. He’d called me before I headed to work, but they had been filming for
Metal Madness
hour and had gone straight back into the studio, so we’d hardly gotten to speak to each other at all that day.

So far, Wednesday was a little better, but it still sucked.

On my lunch break, my phone chimed with a text message.

Your Phil: I’m in New York, missing the fuck out of my Baby Girl. I’m trying not to be miserable. I want to hear your voice. Call me.

So I did.

He picked up after the first ring. “Hey, Baby Girl.”

“Hey, yourself. I got about forty-five minutes. What are you up to?”

“We’re gonna be heading back into the studio. A film crew is takin’ footage to make a video of ‘Louisiana Baby.’ I think they’re gonna edit it with clips from our shows.”

“Cool! Will they be playing it on
Metal Madness Hour
tomorrow?”

I could practically hear the smile in his voice at my naiveté.

“No, it won’t be ready in time.”

“Damn.”

“What do you have planned for tonight?”

“Me and my bitches are going to go out for dinner. We’re thinking it might be fun to pick up some hairy bikers at a bar. You know, break up the monotony of the typical Wednesday. I tried to get laid with this guy on Sunday, but it didn’t really pan out, so…still got the urge going.”

Oh, damn, he’s going to reach through the phone and strangle me.

I was trying so hard not to laugh.

He was awfully silent.

“Hello?”

“Baby Girl.”

Oh, good.

It was his angry voice, and it made me insta-wet. I wasn’t sure if it was an unhealthy sign on my part, or if it was just that his already ridiculously deep voice had pitched itself even deeper, but I simply loved the sound of it.

“Yes?” I innocently inquired.

“That pussy is mine. I ain’t sharin’ it with anyone, and neither are you.”

“Well—”

“
Baby Girl
!” he barked.

I jumped in my seat even though I was a thousand miles away from him.