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9. Waylon

Chapter Nine

WAYLON

W atching him play is electric. Like it always has been. There's something beautiful that happens to Justin when he's on stage. I watch his long, nimble fingers slowly strum the guitar that looks like a part of his body.

He's lost in the words as his beautiful voice fills the bar. Everyone has stopped what they're doing. All eyes are on Justin, and even in a place like this, I'm not surprised in the slightest.

I'm also not at all surprised by the woman who has her phone out, recording this with a gleeful expression on her face by his second song. She knows who he is. I can see it on her face.

Which means it's only a matter of time.

But I let him have these precious moments where he doesn't have to be Justin St. James. Where he's just J. Just a guy playing his guitar and singing his heart out. With no fame to worry about and the mob that's coming.

By his fourth song, the bar has filled up even more. And by the fifth, I'm giving him the signal that we need to go. On the last line of his song, he's jumping up and packing up his guitar while I shake the bar owner's hand and we head out, trying like hell to ignore the flashes from the camera phones.

We make it out to the Jeep and hop in as I peel off down the road, a high like none other coming over me. I don't want him to have to deal with anyone following us. No doubt the news is already breaking as we speak.

There are no doubt bloggers and journalists on their way to this tiny town. Hopping on flights right now, but they'll be too late. And it's four hours away from where he's set up his sanctuary.

We've only been driving for twenty minutes when Justin grabs my wrist that's on the steering wheel—not hard but enough to get my attention. "Can you turn off on that next side road?"

I'm worried for a moment that he's panicking, but one glance at him shows how happy he appears to be. I nod, my eyes going back to the road and my heart racing in anticipation. He's happy. I could see that from the smile on his beautiful face.

But maybe the adrenaline is wearing off. Maybe he's on his way to a panic attack and he knows it. I'm not sure, and the worry consumes me as I turn off the main road and go down a curvy gravel road. It's dark and hard to see, but I turn off the gravel road to an even more deserted spot and put it in park.

Justin immediately jumps out, and I give him a minute before I climb out too, leaving the Jeep on as I walk around to the side of the car he exited. I approach him cautiously, just waiting for the drop, but I barely get my mouth open to ask him if he's okay when his hand goes around the back of my neck, and his lips crash against mine.

I grunt in surprise, but I don't miss a beat, thrusting my body against his and kissing him hard. I should stop it. I wish I could say I resisted for even a second, but there was no resistance whatsoever.

His hands move down to my ass as we kiss. Mine move to his hair, sliding through his soft locks, and I relish the feel of his tongue in my mouth. His strong hands grip my ass through my suit pants as he pulls me into him, our hard dicks grinding against each other.

We're both panting, desperate for relief, and I don't even think about it before I'm asking against his lips, "Do you have a condom and lube?" He nods, his nose dragging over mine, while he reaches into his back pocket.

We can barely keep our mouths off each other as I work his pants open and push them down, freeing his gorgeous cock that bounces free and slaps his abs. I want more time to explore him. I want to fall to my knees and feast on his cock, uncaring about the dirt and gravel at our feet, but there's no time.

It's frantic as he quickly sheathes his cock with the condom and then opens the lube, I hastily undo my pants and turn away from him, pushing them down as I listen to the squelching sound of him applying lube to his covered dick. I moan hungrily when his lubed finger slides down my crease to my eager hole.

He quickly preps me with one finger and then two as I reach up and grip the top of the Jeep, ready for the pounding I know he's about to give me.

I feel his fingers slowly slide out of me, leaving lube behind and making me feel wanting and empty. I thrust my ass back toward him, but to no avail. I whimper needily and don't even care. I feel his body against mine, his dick at my entrance but not sliding inside me the way I want him to. His warm breath fans over my ear. "You ready for another mistake?" his deep voice whispers harshly in my ear.

All I can do is nod and reach behind him, grabbing onto his hip and urging him forward.

"Say. It."

"I want this. I want you..."—I finally regain my wits just enough to add—"to fuck me." I lean my forehead against the cool metal of the Jeep, my body having nowhere to go, deliciously trapped between the vehicle and Justin's warm, hard body.

He presses forward, and that first initial burn I love hits me just as he breaks through that first ring of muscle, his cockhead slipping inside. We both groan loudly, and then he pulls back, pushing more of himself inside me.

"Yes. Harder." I arch my back and push my ass against his cock, taking more. "Harder."

He thrusts forward more, stretching me, making me his as he slides home, finally bottoming out, but he doesn't take his time after that. He pulls almost all the way out of me and then slams into me again, making me grunt and groan, electricity firing up my spine as his balls slap against my body.

He wraps a hand around my throat, not causing any pain, but getting a better hold on me as I hold onto the Jeep and move my hips with his, answering each of his powerful thrusts.

His other hand slides down my body to my cock. He wastes no time stroking me fast and hard as he moves in and out of me, shifting in just the absolutely perfect way and nailing my prostate, making me cry out for him over and over.

Pleading with him to let me come. I feel his whole body thrumming with need, just like my own. His teeth graze my neck, and I feel him leaving hard kisses there, sucking hard and leaving his mark.

It's all too damn much. My body is pulled taut with need. My balls draw up tight as he pegs my prostate and strokes me with purpose. I cry out as my entire body warms and tenses, euphoria taking over as I come. My release sprays the side of the Jeep and slides over his hand as he pushes into me hard, his grip tight, digging in and leaving marks, I'm sure of it.

Marks I couldn't care less about.

That's not true. Marks I desperately want on my flesh. I feel him thicken inside me and a rush of heat as he fills the condom inside my ass. His body blankets mine, and I hear his harsh pants in my ear as we both try to catch our breath.

"Fuck," I breathe, and I swear I hear him chuckle before he pulls out of me. I tug my pants up and fasten them slowly. Not wanting to face what we just did.

I don't regret it.

It was stupid, and it was a mistake, but I can't find it in me to actually feel bad about doing it. It felt too good. Too damn right.

One look at him over my shoulder as he pushes a hand through his hair, his pants now pulled up but looking gloriously debauched, shows me he doesn't regret it either. He's giving me a devilish grin, which I return before making my way back to the driver's seat, wincing slightly at the sting in my ass.

Yeah. No regrets.

At least not yet.

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