Nobody Falls for the Opening Act (Break the Rules Book 2)

Chapter 29

Well, Katrina.

I guess we can say I had a pretty decent day, after all.

I know because, for once, I actually feel well-rested. I’m warm and comfortable in a big bed. Slightly buzzed — but not from drugs or alcohol. From the other kind of buzz. The kind that makes your heart skip and fills your stomach with butterflies.

There’s also the fact that my hand is touching a leg under the covers that… I’m pretty sure isn’t mine.

I spent the night with a man. Been a while since I’ve done that.

And not just some dude I picked up in a bar or backstage after a show.

You know I’m in love with you, right?

Oh, I’m in trouble.

Sweet, delicious trouble.

As memories of last night wash over me and a smile touches my lips, I open my eyes and— startle mere inches away from Harvey’s wide-open eyes.

“Harvey,” I say, lurching back. “What the hell?”

“Sorry!” he says. “I wasn’t watching you sleep. I literally just woke up and rolled over and then you opened your eyes. I swear.”

I rub my eyes, chuckling. “It’s all right,” I say.

“I really wasn’t watching you sleep.”

“I believe you. Kind of.”

“I mean, I probably would have for a minute or two, but… I wasn’t.”

I pat his arm as I sit up. “No worries, Harv,” I say, yawning as I glance around my hotel room. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know. I just woke up and I’m not sure where my phone is at the moment. Also, your bedside clock is unplugged?”

“Yeah. I hate those things.”

“Okay,” he says, amused.

“Well, it’s still early, I think,” I say. “Jordan would have come pounding on the door by now if I missed the meeting.”

“When is the band meeting?”

“After breakfast.”

“So there’s still time, then?”

“Time for what?”

“Can I kiss you right now?”

I smile. “Yes, Harvey,” I say. “You can kiss me right now.”

The bedsheets bunch between us as he leans in and kisses me on the lips. Our legs touch beneath the covers and I welcome his closeness as he pushes his knee between my thighs, fitting the two of us together.

“Good morning,” he whispers.

“Good morning.”

Another kiss. Another shift of bedsheets and we’re closer than before. My bare breasts press against his chest. His erection pushes hard against my belly. I touch down his body, running my fingertips along his abs and reaching around to cup his rear. He responds with a push, purposefully rubbing his cock between my open thighs. My clit throbs, begging to be touched again. And again.

Oh, last night!

A perfect night. Full of stars. And Harvey’s tongue. And taking little cat naps between bouts of talking all night.

And Harvey’s tongue.

My ringtone blasts from… somewhere. The floor? The TV stand?

Where did I put my phone again?

“That’d be Jordan,” I say, my sense of duty clearly still present even as I roll myself along Harvey’s cock.

He inhales sharply, groaning as his lower half trembles. “You have to go?” he asks.

I nod as the phone goes quiet, but she’ll surely call right back. “I have to reply to her. Then I have to shower, get dressed, and get downstairs.” I kiss him again, the allure of his body heat keeping me stupid. “And we should get you across the hall to your own room without someone seeing you.”

Harvey ignores that list of to-dos and kisses me back; a deep kiss that sends a pulse of heat through my already throbbing core. And with his hard cock pressed between us, my body goes wild with instincts that?—

My phone rings again.

Instincts that… will have to wait.

“Fuck,” Harvey whispers as he pushes up on his arms, unpinning me from the bed. “You should get that.”

With a nod, I roll out from under him. Extending myself over the edge of the bed, I grab and yank at my jeans on the floor to get at my phone in the back pocket.

“I’m up, Jordan,” I say, answering. “Just need a few minutes to?—”

Something touches my exposed rear. Something soft and wet.

I look over my shoulder, catching Harvey leaning over me and kissing my ass.

“Shower.”I continue, my scolding eyes doing nothing to dissuade him from licking me again. “I need to shower, Jordan.”

“Cool, cool!” she says. “We’ll be downstairs. There are pancakes!”

Harvey parts my cheeks and?—

“Awesome,”I say, tensing up. “Be right down.” I hang up before the moan can slip out of my mouth. “Harvey?—”

“You…” He licks me again and I shudder with pleasure. “… taste so good.”

“Stop,”I say, laughing as I reach back to slap his forehead. “Stop, stop!”

Harvey chuckles, letting me roll over onto my back. But he doesn’t let me leave the bed. He stays close, his naked body perched between my open thighs, his cock standing hard. “So fucking good,” he repeats, his eyes taking in every piece of me, the room now filled with morning sunlight.

Hell, I gawk at him, too.

I let my fantasies run wild once more. Last night was incredible, but there’s still so much more he and I can do to each other. I think about that, think about him rutting in me over and over again until I scream. I think about how good he’ll feel inside, how amazing it’ll be to come on him as he pumps me full of?—

“Harvey,”I warn, that damned sense of duty taking hold again.

“I know,” he says, but he doesn’t move, his own fantasies dancing behind his eyes. “You gotta go.”

We kiss; a kiss I tell myself will be the last one before I get out of this bed and go to work. But as our bodies touch and my arousal spikes all over again, I find it harder to break away.

Fuck, I can’t function like this.

I need to release this tension. Now.

Unfortunately, there isn’t enough time to do it right. I don’t want the first time we do it to be a race to the finish line.

But there are other ways of releasing tension.

“Harvey,” I say, my voice strained as I reach a hand down between our bodies. “Touch yourself.”

He watches as I cradle my clit between my fingers. “What?”

I smirk. “If you can come in thirty seconds,” I say, my touch sparking instant pleasure, “I’ll let you come on me.”

Harvey blinks, but he doesn’t hesitate. He quickly shifts upright, takes hold of his cock, and starts stroking.

I rub myself, playfully matching his speed. Laser-focused, we both go quiet, save the sounds of our breaths quickening as we watch the pleasure building on each other’s faces. I smile with delight, tasting laughter on the edge of every moan as Harvey squeezes my breast.

He curses under his breath, the words so full of heat. We move with our own rhythms, learning each other’s at the same time.

I yearn for more with every flex of his body above mine, with every grunt in his throat.

Thirty seconds goes by far too quickly.

Our climaxes rip through us, mine leaving my fingertips dripping wet as Harvey releases onto my chest. I moan at the sight of his pulsing cock, his tightening muscles and heaving breaths — all because of me. Because the mere sight of me getting off to him was enough to get him off, too.

Before I can recover enough to say a word, Harvey dives between my open thighs.

“Harvey— oh!”

His tongue once again renders mine useless as he sucks my clit between his lips. I grip his hair, my back arching as his wicked mouth forces another orgasm to charge through me. I can do nothing but moan and submit as the length of his tongue plunges into me.

Damn.

I just might really like this guy.

“Harvey,” I gasp, finally able to talk again. “Harvey…”

He responds with a delicious chuckle as he kisses my inner thighs, the rough stubble on his cheek tickling me. “Sorry,” he says, not really sorry. “I had to taste you again.”

“Apology accepted.”

Harvey laughs. He pushes up onto his thick arms again and towers over me. “You look so pretty when you come,” he says.

“Yeah, you’re a…” I clear my relaxed throat. “You’re a pretty one, too.”

He kisses my lips, my nose, and my cheeks, each one full of love. Just like his eyes.

Just like fucking everything.

He really loves me, doesn’t he?

And I…

Well, I think one of these days, love is going to pop out and surprise you.

Little witch was right.

“Fuck off, Katrina,” I whisper.

Harvey blinks. “What?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I say, cupping his handsome face. “Nothing, I’m just… a little tongue-tied right now.”

He playfully shifts down again. “Oh, I bet I can fix that.”

“No—!” I grab him and he stops, happy to remain near my lips. “Don’t you dare. I really have to get ready to go now.”

Harvey pulls away. I instantly miss him as he stands up and rushes to the bathroom. He returns with a moist hand towel and gives it to me before gathering his clothes.

“Thank you,” I say. I wipe off my chest before standing up. As I do, I look over at Harvey, whose eyes are locked on my breasts. “Yo, Moon.”

He forces his eyes down. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s just…” He looks again, this time proudly. “It’s not something a guy gets to gawk at every day.”

“Don’t tell anybody.”

Harvey blinks twice. “Okay.”

“Sorry,” I say. “I really didn’t mean for that to sound so… blunt. Or demanding.”

“No, it’s cool. I actually kinda like that in a woman.”

“It’s just…” I pause, wanting this to sound better out loud than it does in my head. “So, this is new.”

“New?”

“This thing between you and me.”

“Oh, that.” Harvey nods. “Yeah, this thing is new.”

I cringe. “I don’t mean thing, I mean?—”

“I know what you mean,” he says, smiling. Completely unbothered by my awkwardness. He might even think it’s cute.

“I don’t want anyone making a big deal about it yet,” I say. “Not until we’ve had the chance to parse out exactly what this…”

“What this thing is?”

“Yeah.”

Harvey steps forward. “Hey, I’m right there with you.”

“You are?” I ask.

He stops in front of me with bright eyes and a tempting smile. “I’m not a kiss and tell kind of guy, Addison.”

“Right. No. I didn’t mean to imply that you were.”

“What happened between us last night stays between us,” he says. “Until we’re ready.”

I smile. “Are you joining us downstairs for breakfast?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He stacks his shirt and pants on the bed, but doesn’t make a move to get dressed yet. “Probably,”

I look him over, his full nakedness on display in front of me. “Jordan says there are pancakes,” I say, swallowing hard.

“I like pancakes.”

“Me, too. I like pancakes, too.”

“Lots of, uh…” He looks down, taking in my breasts and legs and everything in between. “Good qualities.”

Fuck it.

“Join me in the shower?” I ask.

“Thank Christ.”

Harvey rushes toward me. We kiss again, harder and deeper than ever before. I helplessly cling to him to stay standing as he wraps his powerful arms around me.

Harvey picks me up and carries me into the bathroom.