Page 75 of Starstruck
Another groan falls from his lips. “Are you touching yourself, Trouble?”
I reach down, pulling the skirt of my dress up and pushing my panties to the side. My middle finger skates over my clit and I gasp, my eyes fluttering shut. “I am now.”
“That’s my girl,” Baxter praises.
My stomach flips at his words. He really is making it so damn hard not to fall in love with him.
“What about you, Lover Boy? Are you touching yourself?”
“Oh, baby. I’ve been jerking off since you answered the phone.”
My eyes widen, and I smirk, pressing my finger harder against my bundle of nerves. “Bax…” I moan as I pick up speed, moving my finger in circular motions.
He hums. “That’s it, Lenny girl. Pretend it’s me. Pretend it’s my fingers between your legs.”
I do as he says, picturing his finger swiping over my clit while he kisses his way up my thighs, and I whimper.
“Are you close, baby?”
I nod even though he can’t see me, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. My movements get shaky as I push myself closer to the edge, a moan falling from my lips.
“Mmm, yeah you are, Lennon. So am I. Keep going, we’ll get there together.” His voice is slightly unsteady as he speaks, but the gruffness in his tone has blood rushing to my core. Hearing how turned on I make him is so goddamn sexy. “Let me hear you.”
“Bax, I—” My words get caught in my throat as I continue my movements. Before I know it, a wave crashes into me. I cry out as I fall over the edge, Baxter’s groans filling my ear as he reaches his climax, too.
My chest rises and falls as I catch my breath, the sound of Baxter’s heavy breathing mixing with mine. I pull my skirt back down, and after a beat, a raspy chuckle falls from his lips.
“You’re a bad influence on me, Trouble.”
A smirk crosses my face. “You wish, Lover Boy. If anyone here is a bad influence, it would be you.”
“I don’t know, Lenny girl. You almost made me late for soundcheck.”
I roll my eyes. It’s definitely him and I know he knows that—he’s just being his typical annoying self. “Whatever you say, Bax.” I bite my lip, my face falling as I glance down at my gold watch. “But speaking of…you probably should get going.”
I hear some shuffling on his end. “Yeah,” he says sadly. Clearing his throat, he adds, “I’ll, um…talk to you soon.”
His hesitation makes me giggle. “Okay, Bax,” I tell him. “Have a good show. Talk to you soon.”
…I love you.
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BACK TO YOU
BAXTER
“WHEREVER YOU WILL GO” BY THE CALLING
“Encore! Encore! Encore!” the sold-out crowd at Lucas Oil Stadium shouts.
I smile to myself from where I sit on an amplifier backstage, listening to the crowd. As resistant as I’ve been throughout this tour, I will never get tired of hearing people scream for me. I may not always look forward to hitting the stage, but every night when the time comes, I’m on. That’s never going to change, even if everything else in my life does.
I take a sip of water as Colt pats me on the shoulder. “You gonna give them what they want?”
I chuckle. “’Course I am, man. Just gotta make 'em beg for it first,” I tease, shooting him a wink.
He shakes his head, smiling, and readies to head back out, too.
