On the Road: (Vagabonds Book 2) (New Adult Rock Star Romance) by Jade C. Jamison Page B

there.”  At least he took direction well.  He focused his efforts right there, and I gladly panted and moaned and let him know he was doing exactly what I needed.
    That I was seventeen and he was possibly double my age didn’t cross my mind at that point.
    My heart began to beat more rapidly and my breathing grew heavier.  “God, I’m close.  I’m close.”  And I was.  It was painful how close I was, and my body just refused to give me that amazing release.  I think it was because I was focusing on making sure he knew I felt instead of just letting go, and I finally did just focus all my attention on that one tiny spot on my body, the area where my mind wanted and needed to be anyway, and once I did that and took another deep breath, my whole world came crashing down.  I felt the muscles in my thighs and pussy clench as my body took on the first wave of pleasure brought on by his tongue.  “Oh, God,” I moaned, and it was followed by a guttural utterance, one I had no control over—and I think that was what Eddie had been aiming for:  spontaneous, unfettered dirty talk, spawned by an overabundance of pleasurable sensations.
    He kept up the pressure and the attention and my orgasm just didn’t stop.  I felt the muscles in my thighs clench in time with each wave of pleasure as it washed over me—my blood, my brain, and my muscles all worked in conjunction to flood me with chemicals that felt better than any damn drug ever could.
    When he finally stopped, I let all my muscles relax.  I dropped my head against the back of the chair and relaxed my legs and arms, allowing a long breath of air out of my lungs.
    “You’re a fast learner, princess,” he said, and I looked down.  He remained seated on the floor, his face between his legs.  “I love that.  But maybe we need to get you back to your party.”
    All I wanted to do was curl up and nap—and so that was the first time I ever tried coke, again, thanks to Eddie…and then I partied all fucking night long, feeling high for a plethora of reasons.

 
     
     
    Chapter Eleven
     
     
    A FEW DAYS later, we were all crammed in the van once more, driving down the road to our next gig.  It was close to Halloween, and we were heading toward Detroit.  I was in a pissy mood, brought on in part by the awkwardness caused by Liz and Barbie’s “breakup,” for lack of a better word.  What made it worse was that they were in denial that they ever “had” anything, so we couldn’t even talk about it.
    I was also pissed because the weather was getting cold, and, peeking at our itinerary, I was astounded at the seeming lack of planning.  We still had a shitload of shows up north and it was going to start snowing any day now.
    I was even more irritated because I had no good answer for when my parents kept asking me on the phone how our studies were going.  I couldn’t just lie to them, so I skirted around it, did some hemming and hawing, and told them what Peter had told us—to find study materials online until the real deal arrived.  But he could make shit up all he wanted.  I knew now that there were no study materials coming, any more than I’d have a 24/7 chaperone arriving soon or a bodyguard to accompany my every move.  Sure, lots of what Peter had told us had been coming true—the packed concerts, sold out shows, and horny fans—but he’d lied about what he had to so he could get us on the road and earning money.  He’d sold us a bill of goods that was nothing but sweet talk—and it wouldn’t be long before my parents and my bandmates’ parents would find out the truth.  I think Peter was just biding his time, hoping our album would go platinum so he could say, “Oh, don’t worry.  They can study once they’re home.”
    Stupid Andrew had over-partied the night before, so Peter was driving—and he was a shitty driver.  I hated when he toted us around, because his driving made me nervous, especially in heavy traffic.  Right now,