Try Me

Chapter 7

Gabe blinked and lifted his head from the pillow. Something had woken him. His first thought was that Melanie, who was still cuddled against his body, had decided she was horny. Now that he’d caught some sleep, he was pretty damned horny himself.

When he shifted, she started awake.

“What time is it?” she grumbled, stretching her lithe body and rubbing her delicious rump against his interested cock.

There was a knock at the door. “Gabe! You up? We have to be on the road in a couple hours. You want breakfast?”

It was Shade. And no, he didn’t want breakfast. He wanted more of Melanie.

Her belly rumbled, and he covered it with one hand. “Yeah, we’ll meet you in half an hour,” he called to Shade. Melanie wriggled her ass against him and while he might not have been out of bed yet, he was definitely up. “Make that an hour,” he yelled.

“I’m starving,” Melanie complained.

“So am I.” Hungry for her. And he was no longer tired. Not even a little.

He dove under the covers, delighting in the sound of her laugh as he cupped her breasts in both hands and kissed her flat belly. He caught her navel jewelry in his teeth and tugged gently. He wished they could spend all day in bed. Making love. Talking. Getting to know more about each other. Like a real couple. Always on the road, he never had time to get close to a woman. Different night. Different city. Different lover. Even if he found a woman he really liked—a woman like Melanie—he had to say goodbye to her before he could make a lasting connection. It had felt so good just to hold her through the night. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had stayed in his arms for more than a couple hours. Knowing that he’d have to let her go so soon left a raw achy feeling in his chest. Gabe wondered if she had any interest in trying something long distance. Unlike most of his one-night stands, Melanie was relationship material. And she didn’t want him because he was a rock star; she wanted him for that closet geek he worked so hard to conceal. It would be nice to share that part of himself. To be accepted for it. Dare he think cherished for it? Even so, Gabe was afraid to ask her to commit. It wouldn’t be fair of him to keep her hanging on when he knew he wouldn’t be able to see her more than a couple times a month. And that was if they were lucky.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, pushing the covers down to look at him.

He glanced up at her sheepishly. He hadn’t meant to stop pleasuring her. Sometimes he thought too much with his big head, when he’d be better off just going with the instincts of his little head. Maybe she’d be willing to try a relationship. He’d never know until he asked. Or maybe he should start with something a little less confining.

“I was just thinking.”

“Ah,” she said. “You were so turned on by my body that you started thinking.”

Was she teasing? He couldn’t tell. “I was thinking about us, actually.”

“Us?”

“I like you, Mel. I thought maybe we could stay in contact. Keep seeing each other when we can. Maybe try to make a go of it.”

“You mean, like a relationship?”

“If you don’t want—”

She covered his lips with two fingers. “I like you too, Gabe. I just didn’t think anything lasting would come from this. Continuing what we’ve started here is much more than I bargained for.”

“Oh.”

She smiled. “But I’m glad you’re opening up that possibility.”

He couldn’t help but smile in return. “You are?”

“Yeah. Sometimes you just know that you’re compatible with someone.”

“Would you have discovered that if you’d known who I was when you first started talking to me?”

“Probably not,” she admitted. “And I would have missed out on getting to know a fascinating and complex man.”

“Not to mention having two fantastic orgasms.”

She laughed. “Well yeah, that too.”

“Want to go for three this time?”

“I don’t think—”

He moved his hand to cover her lips with two fingers. “I do.”

He eyed his suitcase, wondering if he should treat her to one of the inventions he had stowed inside.

Her stomach rumbled again, and he paused. Maybe there were more important physical needs than sinking into her tight little body. He honestly couldn’t think of any.

“Gabe, can we eat first? Also, I need to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I feel gross.”

“There is nothing gross about you.”

“I can’t relax. At least let me pee.”

He sighed. “Okay. I’ll wait. I won’t like it, but I’ll wait. Might as well go get some breakfast. You’re going to need your strength.”