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“It’s perfect. Now straddle my lap. I want to fuck your pussy.” When I feel the tip at her entrance, I thrust upwards. Her head falls back with a moan. Grabbing her hips, I lift her off of my cock, then slam her down. Until I’m balls deep inside of her tight pussy. “Now ride my cock.”

With her elbows leaning next to my head, her mouth latched onto mine, she fucks me with abandon. Rolling her hips, fucking my hard cock like she needs it to survive. With my hands on her waist, I let her take the lead. Her tongue darts across my lips, bites my bottom lip, and tugs. Fuck! She’s panting, chasing her own orgasm, and I’m only too happy to help.

Cupping her breasts, I flick my thumbs over her tight nipples, knowing it’s a direct line to her clit. “Yes, Caleb. I’m so close.”

Reaching between our heaving bodies, I find her clit and rub it hard. With god’s name on her breath, her pussy clamps down on my cock and she detonates. Milking my cock with such force that I plummet over the edge with her.

When she falls forward, I wrap her up in my arms and hold her close. Waiting for our breathing to slow and to catch up with the rest of us. I can feel her every inhalation, and I don’t want to move. I want to bottle it so I can visit it when I’m alone in my bed at night. If only I could.

“What time is your mom coming home, love?”

“Shit, shit, shit.” And just like that the spell’s broken and we’re scrambling to pick up our scattered cloths. Just in the nick of time, I might add.

23

One month later…

WILLOW

We’ve beenontour for almost a month now and I feel like my old self again. It’s grueling and I love every second. Every single one of us comes alive when we’re on that stage with our screaming fans singing to our songs. Tonight, we’re playing in Orlando and we can’t wait.

“We have sound check in a few hours, you want to hang out or relax in our rooms?” Trevor’s such an idiot sometimes. Of course Lucas and Jet want to go to their rooms so they can hang out with Abby and Quinn. Get a little one-on-one action in before the concert tonight. I know it’s one of their favorite pastimes.

I’m caught off-guard when Jet answers, “Let’s all hang out. We haven’t had a chance to touch base with each other in a few days.”

“Sounds great,” Lucas chimes in. “I’ll call room service and we can get some eats and shoot the shit. Any requests?” We all yell out our orders and he places the call.

“If any of you have anything you’d like to discuss, now’s your chance. I’m all ears.” As our PR rep, Quinn is so attentive to our every need, scheduling concert dates and concerned about our comfort while traveling and the like. And Abby’s great as our business manager. Putting out all the little fires on social media when things get a tad out of hand. Nine times out of ten, it has nothing to do with us, just rumors that get spread around for no reason. Fans just being fans. Quinn and Abby make our band complete.

“I don’t have any complaints,” Lucas starts. “This tour’s running like a well-oiled machine this time around. Our security’s been bumped up, and with Steve in charge I’m feeling safer now that I know they have our backs. Unlike the last idiots who dropped the ball. How about all of you, any problems with security?”

“Hell no,” Jet answers. “I know when I walk on stage or off, I won’t be attacked like the last time. Caleb really stepped up to the plate when things went south. I’m glad we signed with him and not someone likeAria. Rumor has it thatRebel Riotsigned withMorris Musicafter breaking their contract. Anyone hear about that?” My ears perk up the second Caleb’s name is mentioned. Apparently Jet knows something that I didn’t and I’m sleeping with the man.

Quinn’s first to respond. “I heard that, too. You can always ask him when he meets us in Newark.”

Caleb’s going to be in Jersey? Funny, he never mentioned it to me. We’ve been texting off and on and he’s called a few times. I think he was hoping for a little sexting action or a video chat, but I still don’t feel comfortable doing that sort of thing. Lots of girls do, not me.

It might look obvious, but I just need to ask. “What’s Caleb doing in Newark?”

“I’m really not sure. He just mentioned he had unfinished business and I just dropped it. I’ve worked with him, remember? I don’t poke the bear if I don’t need to.” Quinn chuckles and we all follow suit. Wise choice.

“Hey,” Trevor shouts. “We were so busy getting ready to leave, it completely slipped my mind. How did things go with you and Caleb the weekend of the Battle of the Bands?” Busted. I knew it was just a matter of time before someone asked me. Truthfully, I didn’t think it would take a month for them to ask. You should have seen me trying to explain why there was a Benz in my driveway.

“The turnout was a little smaller than last year. It was exhausting but a lot of fun. Being on the opposite side of the fence, so to speak, has a different stress level all its own. It was hard choosing a winner. Did you hear?Born Avengedwon.”

“Yes,” Abby pipes in. “It’s crazy because I remember going to a bar a few years back and they were playing there. I was happy when I heard their name announced on the radio.”

When there’s a knock on the door, Lucas jumps up. “Food’s here!”

I couldn’t have timed that better myself. Now they’ll be too busy filling their faces to continue with the interrogation. God, I miss hanging out with them so damn much. And when I let my mind wander to a certain someone playing his baby grand at his penthouse, there’s an ache in my chest that won’t subside.

Our relationship is just too complicated, though. Add in a dose of going on tour and it’s nearly impossible. Long distance relationships never really work out, do they? I don’t know, maybe one day we can be together. I just don’t think it’s in the cards right now.

If Caleb really is meeting us in Newark, it’s going to stir up all the old feelings and it will just be harder to say goodbye again. He evokes feelings in me that I haven’t felt in years. Emotions that I thought died along with Brodie all those years ago. I’m not sure if I’m ready for that kind of complicated again. His lifestyle is so different from mine.

Yes, we have our love for music, and sex with him, well, it’s incredible. It’s lustful, passionate, and downright carnal at times. It’s needy and dirty, and just thinking about how that man can play my body makes my panties wet. God, I’m so hot for him it’s downright sinful.

What the hell was I thinking? Now my slutty side is praying he meets us in Newark.

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