Free European Tour (Rocking the Pop Star Book 1) by L. V. Lewis

some of the best home cooking I never had.
    “Hi Brody.” Della smiles, flashing even white teeth, and speaking to me as if I didn’t just leave the premises a half an hour ago.
    “Hi Della,” I say with a grin.
    “I’ll set the table in a few minutes,” she says to Sky, then busies herself putting the final touches on dinner.
    “Why don’t we set the table?” I suggest.
    Sky is all for it and we get everything together in half the time it would’ve taken Della. By the time, we’re done, she’s bringing out the first of her delectable courses to the table, where I’m having a chilled Pellegrino and Sky’s sipping wine.
    This time Della doesn’t leave immediately after serving us. “I’ll get everything cleaned up before I leave tonight. I’ll be leaving for Seaside tomorrow.”
    Della’s family lives in that quaint California town, and now that Sky will be away for six weeks, she’s going for an extended visit.
    “Thanks, Della,” Sky says. She stands to give the woman who I’d guess has been like a real mother to her than her own, a long hug. “I’m going to miss you…and your cooking while I’m on the road.”
    “I’m gonna miss you, too, Ms. Skylar,” the older woman says.
    “Let us help you,” Sky says as they part.
    “You’ll just get underfoot in my kitchen. Now go on and entertain Mr. Brody.”
    No matter how much I’ve told her to call me only by my given name, she’s old school in the matter of respecting what she considers authority. Della winks at me, and I’m not altogether sure whether it means she knows what we’re about to be up to before we leave for London, or she’s rooting for Sky and me over the long haul. Either way, it makes me a bit uncomfortable.
    “Okay,” Sky says.
    We leave Della to her tasks and meander to the stairs. When we get to the foot of them, Sky turns to me with a mischievous grin. “Winner’s choice for whoever gets to the top first,” she says, then takes off.
    It takes me a few seconds to get my ass in gear and run after her. My legs are longer and I could’ve overtaken her at any moment, but I give her the advantage and she laughs when she reaches the landing just one step before me.
    We’re both winded, but not too much to kiss and laugh at ourselves through our labored breathing.
    “What did I lose?” I ask with a fake pout.
    She giggles, “Just the right to decide what we’re going to do when we get in my bedroom.” She backs toward said bedroom as I advance, loosely embracing her, our legs entangled and lips engaged all the way to the door.
    Once inside, we quickly discard our outer wear, but then we slow down when we’re in our underwear. I hoist her up around my waist and carry her to the bed where I unceremoniously drop her there.
    Fuck, she looks gorgeous lying there, dark hair splayed out on the duvet.
    “So, what’s the winner’s choice?” I say, as I work her panties off, drawing the lace down her legs, inch by inch. As I reach her ankles, she answers.
    “Oral,” she says.
    I lean down and take her lacy underwear in my teeth and rip them off her feet. In the same motion, I spread her knees wide. The glistening perfection before me is the best dessert ever.
    “You want me to fuck you with my mouth?”
    Before she can answer I press my hands on the inside of her thighs, hold her open and drag my tongue from back to front, landing on her clit where I circle it with my tongue, then suck it as if I’m going to eat her up.
    She gasps, then whimpers, grasping my hair and yanking it hard, holding my head as if she fears I’ll let go. “Brody,” she says on an exhale.
    The way she tugs my hair breathes my name galvanizes me and I lap her up like a delicacy. When I dive deep, she yanks my hair again. “Oh, that feels good…”
    The raspy tone of her voice turns me on and I feel that tugging on my hair in my balls. I like it rough, too, and Sky gets that with no urging from me.
    I partly disengage my mouth and tease her