All Fired Up. Madelynne Ellis

copious amounts of alcohol he’d downed utterly failed to numb his desire for Ginny. Ash lay on his back, staring up at the bottom of the bunk above, trying not to give in to the temptation to wank himself silly. He was still every bit as wired now as when Ginny had been astride his lap riding him to oblivion.

      He wasn’t sure why he was so hesitant about relieving himself, except that it had been such a long time since he’d needed to do such a thing. He was used to having women lining up to bring him joy. No, he wasn’t counting all the times he had to finish himself off after less-than-stellar sex, because that was different. It was. Then it was almost an automatic response to being stoked but not aroused enough to come, whereas right now his whole body was begging him. His skin was alive with static charge, and the mere brush of the duvet was almost unbearable. Ginny’s scent still lingered on his skin. His lips tasted of her unique flavour, while her image filled his imagination. She was the sexiest being in creation. No one else came close, not even Mr Sex-on-a-stick Geist. Not that he routinely found guys hot or anything. And those shorts she’d combined with her fishnets, mmm … mmm … mmm. They were way too delicious to ever want to take off, so it was fantastic that she’d thought of a way he could fuck her while she was still wearing them. At the same time they were damnable, because they were largely responsible for his current state.

      He ought to have run with Ginny when she’d fled. If he had, he’d have been naked in heaven right now. Instead, he was stuck here sweating like a horny teenager, and it was going to take more than a quick bit of knuckle-shuffling to calm him down. In fact, surreptitiously sliding his hand beneath the covers and wrapping his fist around his shaft didn’t ease a goddamn thing. It made him ache all the harder.

      Stroking simply made him groan.

      Ginny – he needed Ginny. She’d know how to soothe his pains. She always knew exactly how to make things right for him, which perhaps was why he was in such a state of shock now. There was no way on earth she hadn’t known what condition she was leaving him in when she bolted. Nor had he any clue when he might see her again. Being on tour made it more difficult to sneak off than he’d ever anticipated, and this tour was far harder work than any past series of gigs. Iain wasn’t quite turning out to be the miracle cure he’d hoped for. He refused to blend his image with that of the band, and his main agenda seemed to be to get laid. That was fine, except he wanted Ash to party with him. He, of course, only wanted to party with Ginny.

      Ash closed his eyes and pushed thoughts of Iain to the back of his mind. It was just weird ruminating about him while he was frantically working his fist. Normally, thinking about his mates quickly sapped his libido. Tonight, nothing seemed to work. He tried visualising hideous crimes, followed by deadly boring meetings with music execs, but no, his body still craved release.

      He wondered if this was how Xane felt when he couldn’t feed his addiction. Xane seemed to require sex in the same way other people needed air. Without it, he couldn’t function. No doubt he was having a glorious time at the moment, cosied up in some hotel room having his mind blown by his girlfriend Dani.