All Night Long

‘I know. Like this, right?’ The third kiss he pressed against the upper curve of her breast, which made her nipples peak in anticipation of him drawing them into his hot, sexy mouth.

‘Yeah, that’s more or less it.’ She shook free of his hold upon her wrist so that she could tug down the neckline of her top, thus exposing her breast to him. Ginny accepted that she wasn’t overly well endowed, leastways not compared to her buxom roomie, and that this position rendered her somewhat flat-chested, but her nipples were stiff and Ash didn’t seem to mind that she only had bee-stings. He sucked her and caressed her as good as if she’d been bountifully blessed.

From the footwell, Spook crouched watching them with his bright-blue eyes. Slowly, now the speed and direction of the van seemed to have steadied, he dragged his gaze away and returned to his seat.

‘Why Rock Giant? Why not Spook?’

Ash paused to look at her. ‘What?’

‘Or both of them together. Why offer me a threesome when there are four of us sharing for the night?’

His expression transformed into something so smouldering she thought he might catch fire. ‘Spook only watches. He doesn’t do sex.’

Really? ‘No way.’ He couldn’t honestly think she was going to believe that. Black Halo, a bunch of hard-living, hard-drinking metal heads, totally did not have a celibate member among their number. The universe couldn’t possibly sustain such a monumental anomaly.

‘Yes, way.’

‘But … but …’ After lead singer Xane Geist, Spook Mortensen probably attracted the bulk of the group’s attention. He was, after all, cute as goddamned hell, and the fact that he was always so quiet intrigued people. They wanted to learn all about him.

Ash tried to maintain a veil of mystery, but really he was far too open, and everyone knew he was a complete floozy.

‘Bullshit,’ she called.

Ash covered her mouth with his fingers. He gave her a hard glare, before tilting his head towards the front seat, reminding her that Spook was sitting just in front of them and could probably hear their whispers.

‘No. I’m serious. He never does. That’s right, isn’t it, Spook? You make the ladies weep because you don’t put out.’

Spook settled for flashing them a beatific smile, which Ginny took as confirmation.

‘Why?’ She couldn’t understand why such an incredibly hot guy would opt out of the opportunity to shag whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He could have anyone. Women went gaga over the way he petted his guitar. Hell, even straight guys got lovesick over his riffs.

‘He gets his kicks from taking pictures. I’m sure he’ll greatly enjoy your contribution.’

‘It was a good one,’ Spook mumbled.

‘So, what …? Let me get this straight here.’ Ginny pushed up onto her elbows to address Spook. ‘You collect photographs of Ash’s –’

‘– the band’s –’

‘– conquests.’

‘He likes to capture their big O faces.’ Ash made an appropriate open-mouthed expression. ‘Then he puts them in his scrapbooks.’

Ginny’s eyebrows scooted up her forehead in disbelief. Spook Mortensen kept scrapbooks, and not just any scrapbooks but catalogues of the band’s conquests.

‘OK, that’s weird.’

Ash quietened her with another kiss. ‘We all have our kinks. One of my faves is these.’ He twanged one of her suspenders, having somehow managed to slip a hand up her skirt. ‘But they’re not my only fetish. I’m sure you have a few interesting ones too. Well, Spook has his, and Xane, if you ever meet him, has a whole load.’

It sounded a little as if Ash envied that fact.