Page 62 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

I roll over as Addison’s words echo in my head. Am I okay with this? Physically, yes.Fuck yes.But am I okay with taking Jordan to bed at night only to have her not be mine in the morning?

I thought I was.

Now, I’m not so sure.

Dammit. This was fine before! Then Addison said those words and now I’m all fucked up.

It’sJordan,Bronson.

I know how you feel about her.

It’s Jordan fucking Peck. The girl I hung out with in the parking lot every morning before school started. The girl who used to save my seat every day in the cafeteria.

The girl who used to be the last thing I thought about every night, and the first thing I thought about every morning.

Then the music happened. The fame. The groupies. And all of Jordan’s little rules.

I thought we would never be anything more than friends, so… I got over it.

Now I wonder if I’m as over it as I thought I was.

Fuck.

The shower turns on behind the bathroom door. My cock bounces slightly, the semi-hard shaft tenting the bedsheet. I sigh, full of urges. Full of thoughts I shouldn’t be having about a woman Ireallyshouldn’t be having them about.

I close my eyes, hoping to fall unconscious again, but all I can do is picture her standing beneath the shower head. Water flowing down her body, dripping off her hard nipples, her skin as wet as she was last night.

My cock stands upright, the sheet already dabbed with pre-cum.

Fuck it,I think as I throw the sheet off.

I stand up and march toward the bathroom door.

“Bronson?” Jordan asks as I push it open.

I see her through the glass shower walls and my dick shivers with need. The image of her is even better than it was in my head, the steam gently floating around her.

I pull open the door and step inside.

Jordan wipes the water from her eyes. “Bronson?”

I take her face in my hands and I kiss her. She gasps in surprise, her lips parting just enough for my tongue. Her handscome to my naked hips as her lips loosen and her tongue reaches for mine. I curl my arms around her, pulling her against me, my cock pressing into her belly.

And she smiles.

Damn right, she smiles.

“Good morning,” she says.

“Good morning.”

I kiss her again and again; the water leaving trails down my body.

Jordan rests her arms around my shoulders. “You know, I was thinking...” She releases the softest moan as I lick the clean water off her neck. “We need a system.”

“We have a system.”

“Right, the pen. But what about foryou?”

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