Rock and Roll Country (Jesse's Girl #1) by Kandice Michelle Young Page A

of her swollen pussy. Placing my hand in hers and bringing her arm to rest above her head, I inch my way inside of her.
    Moaning against my skin, she nuzzles her face between my neck and shoulder. Surrounded by her lush warmth, I steady my pace. Filling her, I grab her other hand and straighten my arms for leverage. Not taking my eyes off her, I rock in and out. Nipples peaked, she arches toward me. Pleased with her surrender, I deepen my stride. Gasping at the feel of my head against her g-spot, she throws her head back. Taking my cues from her, I pull out and pause before crashing into her again.
    “Fuck,” she whines, biting her lip.
    Shaking legs wrapped around me, she thrashes her head from side to side. Dick twitching on the brink of explosion, I quicken my pace. Her pussy devouring me, I dive into her. Nails digging into the backs of my hands, she lurches against me. Mind warped by the power she holds, I thrust again.
    “I’m coming,” she screams, finally giving in.
    Following close behind, I grab her hips and pump as hard as I can. Dick aching from the power of my expulsion, I stay with her as long as I can. World spinning as though it’s all been a dream, she pulls me down on top of her. “I’ll understand if you don’t do that kind of thing, but can you just hold me for a little while?”
    Stroking my hand over her hair, I kiss her. “Of course.”
    Rolling to my side, I pull back the duvet and cradle her naked back to my chest. Arms securely wrapped around her I kiss her hair, her cheek, and any other part of her I can reach. Pulling the blankets over us, she draws herself closer.
    “Thank you, Jesse,” she sighs.
    “I’m the one who should be thanking you,” I reply, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You’re perfect, Sophie. Every part of you.”
    “Mmm hmm,” she answers sleepily.
    Unable to keep the smile from spreading across my face, I kiss her ear and whisper, “Sleep sweetly, Angel. I’ll be here when you wake.”
    As the sun rises higher in the sky, I listen to the sounds of her breathing. Just as I had suspected, once with Sophie will never be enough. Walking away from her now is going to be my downfall.

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

Sophie 
     
    Feeling more refreshed than I have in years, I stretch and open my eyes. Behind me, Jesse stirs slightly. Thoughts of our early morning together racing through my head, I still. What happens now? I’m not the kind of girl who’ll ever be okay with just being another notch in someone’s bedpost, yet that’s exactly what this is. Jesse Lee will board his tour bus in a few hours and forget all about that one time in Memphis . Stomach swirling with nerves, I carefully lift his arm and slide from his grasp. “Where are you running to?” He questions, voice hoarse with sleep.
    “Bathroom,” I reply, not looking back at him.
    Refusing to look at myself in the mirror, I handle my business and wash my hands. Doing what I can only assume he does best in moments like this, I hear Jesse gathering his things to leave. Sitting on the edge of the tub, I cradle my head in my hands. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. My days of reckless abandon are supposed to be behind me. What am I doing? How is jumping in bed with some fly by night guitar player doing anything to help my son?
    “You okay in there, Angel?” Jesse asks, knocking.
    Dreading facing my shame, I finally risk a look in the mirror. “Fine,” I lie, grabbing my brush from the counter and trying to do something with my tangled mane. “Be out in a minute.”
    “Okay,” he responds, cheerfully. “I was going to make some tea, but I didn’t know how you take yours.”
    Rolling my eyes, I reply, “With ice and sugar. There’s a pitcher in the fridge. If it’s a caffeine jolt you need, I’d suggest coffee. Filters are in the cabinet by the stove.”
    “Alright then. Coffee it is,” he states.
    Pulling my hair into a messy bun, I wash my face and brush my teeth. Dressing in my robe, which