Feuds and Interludes (Rock ‘n’ Romance Legends #1)

Chapter 18

Eighteen

B oone

No lie, it was fun watching Shane squirm under the Thompson TwinsTreatment. I’d been ready to step in if it got out of hand, but he hadn’t needed it, though he made it clear when we got back to my room that he was also skilled at serving up revenge…hot.

I might have given him some ideas when I mentioned I was flexible, but when he had me naked and spread out on the bench at the foot of the bed in my room, I knew I was in trouble.

“Now that I’ve got you here, I want to look my fill for a while. What’s wrong with that?”

I held on to the footboard, under strict instructions not to let go, and waited as Shane stood behind me making hungry sounds, walking back and forth, looking at my ass on display.

“Mmm mmm mmm,” he said over and over.

“I know I said I could do the splits, but if I stay here much longer, things will cramp.”

He came up behind me, and I heard his knees crack as he knelt down. He brushed my hair off of my shoulders and pressed kisses down my spine, on my shoulders, and when he got to my ass, well, my legs were shaking and not from strain.

“This ass…so underrated.”

Panting, I tried to turn and look at him but he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Uh-uh.”

“Shaaaane,” I whined, and he chuckled. He ran his hands over my ass and I whimpered. “Please?”

“I’m serious. We all know you’ve got one of the best voices in rock, you’re a phenomenal front man, but I don’t think the press has paid quite enough attention to your posterior asset. I mean, dayam .”

I managed to bounce said asset enough to get him to swear some more.

“And it’s all yours, sweetheart, if you would just— Ohhhhh… ”

He ran his fingers between my glutes and moaned softly. “Don’t rush me, sweetheart. I’m enjoying myself. You don’t have any tattoos, I just realized that. Any reason?”

“Nothing’s felt permanent enough to me so far. And now, with diabetes, apparently the ability to heal can be compromised. I’m nervous to test that theory.”

“I’d love to design a back piece that does you justice. One that accentuates all your curves.”

This time I did peek at him. “Design? Are you a visual artist too, Shane?”

“When I have time. I designed mine.”

I blew my hair out of my face. “Makes sense. You’d want to have control over what went on your body.”

He frowned. “It’s not like that?—”

“No, I mean it in a good way. You have a great ear, you know how things should sound and you’re great at it. It would make sense that you’d know exactly the right design to go on your back. It’s quite a statement, I was admiring it while you slept.”

“Thank you,” he said. I heard him stand up, kick off his boots, pull his zipper down, and then drop his pants on the floor, his belt buckle clanging on the tile. “You can rest now.”

I rolled back on my hips, pulled my legs into my chest, and turned to the side. I’d felt quite exposed, but when I saw his smoldering dark eyes and satisfied smile—and got a load of his fully naked anterior and his fully erect cock—I was pleased with my efforts.

“Any more requests?” I asked him, licking my lips. “I’m happy to take care of you.”

He held out his hand. “Come here,” he said. I took his hand and turned to face him, taking my own minute to admire his physique.

He didn’t have a six pack, but his external obliques were cut nicely and he had a wide chest. His arms were toned and he was strong . So strong. Thick thighs supported an ass like you might see in a pair of sportsball pants. He was much less hairy than me and his taupe skin was so lovely.

His face, though… so many contradictions. His deep brown eyes were so intense with a nearly permanent furrowed brow, he could be mistaken for cold, and I kind of loved that when we were alone, his features would soften so that his kind and vulnerable side would appear. His eyebrows would raise in concern, his lips would part the slightest bit when he experienced pleasure, and his lids would drop. And his smile… I hadn’t thought he could possess such a sweet, sometimes bashful expression. He’d opened himself to me in so many ways that had nothing to do with sex. But since that was on the menu, I was going to look—and take—my fill.

“You work out, don’t you? Like a lot?”

He shrugged and pulled me to standing. “Not hardcore or anything, but yeah. Strength training gives me more energy. I used to think it was all about running until I puked, but that’s not what’s best for me.”

“Running sucks. Working out sucks. Why can’t I be like our grandfathers? Drink, smoke, get up on stage and work my ass off, repeat.”

Shane laughed. “I think Pops would give that plan the thumbs down, and didn’t John pass away from lung cancer?”

I knew there was a bit of a scolding there, but he was gentle. I sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I know I sound like a whiny bitch. I just need to let it out sometimes. I’ll get used to my new normal. Eventually.”

He pulled me into his arms. “You can always vent to me, Boone. I get it. Pops had a really hard time with it too.”

I rested my chin on his sternum and looked up at him. “You sure you want another damaged rockstar on your roster? Seems like you have your hands full.”

He laughed. “We’re about to both have our hands full if our grandparents are serious about this relationship.”

I sighed. “You know, now that I’ve quit having a fit about it, I’m actually happy for them. Gran has been awfully lonely since Papa passed. She doesn’t show it, but when I’m gone on tour, I worry about her.” I stroked the back of Shane’s head, loving the feel of his scalp. “And finding this…with you? Why would I stand in the way of her being happy?”

Shane gazed at me with those deep brown eyes, dark as coal and so intense, but now, with us standing in the dim light from the windows and the bedside tables, his usual grim countenance had softened, and instead of his frequent scowl, his expression was almost peaceful.

“Honestly, hearing him go on and on about her all these years, there was a part of me that was a little envious. Love and I haven’t been on the same page for some time, and I think at first I was selfish about it, like come on, old man. He’d been married twice, and though both times he kinda got screwed, he wasn’t always the best partner. Meanwhile, I tried to do everything right and it didn’t seem to matter.”

“You don’t have to do everything right with me, Shane. We’re both going to fuck up, you know? But if we remember this, how this feels…”

“Yeah. It feels good. Scary good.”

“So good. Scary, but good.”

“Let’s not stand in our own way,” Shane said, stroking my hair.

“Let’s not.”

And something shifted right then, the two of us standing in an embrace, naked, tentatively embarking on something big that was alternately terrifying and the greatest thing to ever happen to us.

Shane held me closer, and I rested my head on his shoulder, and though there was no music playing, we swayed together, our bodies moving to the rhythm of our souls searching the other out, filling in the holes, bridging the chasms left by hurts of the past, building a terrace upon which we could stand together as more than new lovers, more than partners in song, more than grandsons with legacies to uphold. And when he kissed me, it stilled all of the quivers and tremors threatening to weaken my resolve.

“Are you ready to take me to bed? I’m asking fully understanding that you might not be, and that’s okay with me.”

Shane frowned at me for a moment, and then he stepped back. “Fully understand this , Collins. You give me that ass, I’m never gonna not want it. Don’t give it to me unless you want it to be mine.”

Fuck me. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” I was breathless, my brain about to short out. “Don’t take it unless you intend to keep it,” was all I could think to say in response.

Shane groaned and reached down, cupping said ass, squeezing it and pulling me to him so tight our erections were trapped between us, straining against each other.

“I want it,” he said, biting down on the tendon of my neck. “Please, Boone.”

“Take it.”

I don’t know what I expected when I made the offer, but it was not the tender and sweet lovemaking that commenced. Shane prepared me so carefully, murmuring in my ear as he stretched me enough to take his thick length.

“This feel good, baby? You good? You okay?”

“So good,” I said over my shoulder as he tended to my ass. “I’m ready, Shane, please… please .”

He only took his hands off of me long enough to roll on a condom. He caressed my back and hips, murmuring to me how much he craved my body and wanted this closeness, and when he pressed against my opening, I shuddered and then relaxed my muscles, welcoming him in, taking him so deep, deeper than either of us thought he could go.

With my hips in the air, my legs splayed, my cheek pressed against the mattress, he thrust in slow, stroking deep inside me, and he moaned softly each time. He ran his nails down my back with one hand and gripped my hip with the other, pulling me back to him, and when he started to shake, he gathered me up close to him and turned my chin so he could look in my eyes.

He didn’t speak, but his gaze said everything. Right before he came, I saw fear there.

“I’ve got you,” I whispered. “Let go…”

He cursed as his body seized up and his grip tightened everywhere, stealing my breath for a moment, but not long enough for me to panic before he let up. He reached down to stroke my cock as he continued to have aftershocks, and when he thrust in deep once more, it was enough.

“God, Shane !” I cried. I fell forward onto my hands as I convulsed, covering his hand and the sheets with my load. I could barely hold myself up, I was so wrung out, and do you know? He took care of me. He cleaned us both up, lay a clean towel down in the wet spot, and then pulled me to him, kissing my forehead before commanding me to sleep.

“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” I muttered against his chest.

He kissed the top of my head. “Then I’ll carry you. Sleep.”