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Chapter 14

Polly

Polly wrapped the towel around her wet hair and dried it after her shower. She tossed the towel in a hamper, then she slid on old jeans and a tank top. She pulled on tennis shoes and walked from the shower into the dressing room. The post-show excitement had died down and only Greg remained in the room, talking on his phone.

Polly made sure she had her phone and billfold in her pockets, then she left the dressing room and walked down the hallway to the outside door.

She nodded at security by the door and walked outside into the cool night air.

Her feet crunched the gravel across the parking lot to the bus. She fist-bumped their security guard, and he opened the door to the bus stairs.

The rest of the band plus their significant others, Ryker and Aiden, crowded into the front lounge, and watched their lead singer, Bex, kick butt at Mario Kart. She stuck her tongue between her teeth and bit it as she concentrated, her short hair spiked into a mohawk. A “go, go, go” chant started as Polly walked up the aisle to her bunk.

She climbed into her bunk and pulled the closure shut behind her. She checked the time. Flynn would be onstage on the west coast right now.

She went online and searched for the concert. Their band was doing a live stream. Polly bought a ticket and tuned her phone into the performance. Sweat ran off Flynn as he played a guitar riff. He looked hot in his tight t-shirt and jeans. She closed her eyes and listened to Late Nyght Smoke play the concert.

Polly fell asleep to the music. A few hours later, she woke when her phone rang. Flynn. She smiled.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Hey, Polly. How was your day?” His deep voice rumbled in her ear.

“Good. How about yours?”

“Not bad.”

“I caught part of your show.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You looked smokin’ onstage. Apparently, I’m dating a hot rocker.”

Flynn laughed. “You certainly are. I’m the hottest.”

Polly laughed. “You are. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. Don’t worry, we’ll be together soon.”

“I know. It can’t come soon enough. Only a few more shows and we can spend some time together.”

A minute passed, and Flynn made a frustrated noise. “I’m sorry. I was thinking about your stage outfit. You always look great. So great, I want to peel that outfit off you. It’s all I can think about. I know you need to wait and god knows I’ll wait as long as you need, but I want you. I keep thinking about all the things we could do together... I’m sorry. I need a minute and I’ll be good.”

Polly’s breath caught. She knew Flynn was trying to be courteous and wait until she was over her last relationship, but she wanted him terribly... She was ready for intimacy with Flynn.

“Flynn...” she said.

“I’m sorry. Give me a minute.” She heard him breathing meditatively.

“Flynn. I’m ready.”

“What?”

“If you were here, I’d slide my hand onto your cock over your pants and stroke you.”

Flynn’s breath hitched. “Polly, don’t say it unless you mean it.”

“I mean it.”

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