Page 66 of Before Now

At the first sound of someone boarding the bus, I trap my hard-as-fuck cock away and am already nudging her toward my bunk, swiping our shirts off the floor. I’m crawling in and dragging her with me at the same time when Christian laughs up front.

More pounding on the stairs precedes a “Fuck you” from Felix.

I drop onto the mattress and yank Remi against me. Her back hits my chest while I ease the bunk’s heavy blackout drape closed.

And I’m officially hiding on my own tour bus mid-blow job.

The material settles a heartbeat ahead of the other curtain rustling. One of the two jackasses walks through it. Easy guess is Felix, since he stops at his bunk above mine, meaning he stands right on the other side of the fabric. Directly in front of Remi.

Her nails dig into the arm I have wrapped around her, and she presses closer to me. Which translates to her ass rubbing all over my raging erection.

I grit my teeth and bite back a groan.

Felix fucks around in his bunk, Christian staying up front. Before I ditched at the end of our interview, I dutifully reported to Colton I was coming in here to sleep, but I have no idea if he shared with the group.

A zipper pulls above us, and then Christian audibly groans in the lounge.

“Yeah,” he snaps, likely answering his phone.

His voice bounces in distance, so he must have started pacing. The distraction plastered to my front holds most of my attention, though. My thumb sweeps over Remi’s bare skin below her shoulder. I breathe her in while, from what I can tell, she’s barely breathing.

Felix sighs like the weight of the world just left him. The big curtain swishes, but he stays on this side of it. “Here.”

Christian stops talking and comes closer. “You really need to hide in the fucking bathroom? The film crew’s certainly not in here shooting. Remi’s not even on the bus.”

Fuck.

Realizing what’s happening,Isigh. A different feeling behind it than Felix but over the same baggie of coke.

“As my fucking manager, do you want me to chance a camera stumbling in with me nose deep in a line?” he asks. A beat passes without a response. “That’s what I thought. Now snort your shit like a good boy and let me get high in peace.” He takes a step and calls back, “The rest of that goes to Dev, so don’t be a selfish prick.”

After he passes, Christian returns to his phone call. Felix disappears into the bathroom, closing the door.

A hot puff of air washes over my forearm, and Remi’s body sinks farther into me. Like she wishes she missed that entire exchange.

No one thinks she and the doc crew are oblivious to the drugs floating around on tour. Felix and Dev sure as fuck haven’t let up. But we struck a deal back in LA to be somewhat discreet while filming the documentary by not openly using with the cameras around.

In my mind the cameras equaled Remi.

I’m unsure if her reaction stems from overhearing what Felix clearly didn’t mean for her or because this forces her to bear responsibility in knowing without a doubt why people keep disappearing on her sans reason. I can’t help with either. But at least I guaranteed no one gets fucked up right in front of her.

Reckoning we won’t escape until they leave, I slide my arm under Remi. She rests her cheek on my bicep, and my thumb trails over her skin again. Dark flowers swim through my senses, and I drift lower, tracing the swell of her breasts. I slip under the black lace bra. Her breath hitches, my fingers grazing her pebbled nipple before I slide the rest of my hand in to cup her breast.

“He’s on tour—he doesn’t have time for that shit.”

She arches, pushing against my palm. And while I might not care about whatever Christian’s droning on about in his manager voice, my still hard dick’sveryinterested in the way her movement makes her ass press back. It twitches, still wanting the release that was excruciatingly close.

“Fuck,” I exhale, flexing my hips into her.

I catch her chin with my thumb and finger and twist it toward me, so when I push up, my face hovers over hers. My eyes instantly drop to her lips. “You drive me fucking insane.”

I cover her mouth with mine, my hand already shoving under the front of her skirt. Her gasp stays trapped between us, but then I kiss down to her neck and slide under the top of her panties, and a soft whimper escapes.

“Foster…” she says, barely audible, and my hand stills.

I press my forehead against her temple. “Do you want me to stop?”

A slight hesitation makes me start to remove my hand. She catches my wrist, keeping me there until she guides me lower, between her thighs. Drenched fabric rests on the backs of my knuckles, her pussy so wet I almost groan.

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