Page 59 of Half Notes and Highlights
Soft kisses peppered Tyler’s spine, making him shudder. This man knew exactly how he liked to be touched and what made him writhe and beg for more. But he didn’t need to beg because Ethan was just as hungry for contact and entered him with a deep thrust. The salon chair creaked and swayed and rocked along to the pump of Ethan’s hips. Every time Ethan pushed forward, the chair flexed and then snapped back, essentially slamming Tyler into Ethan with a backwards thrust. He was sure the chair would rip out of the floor at one point, as Ethan’s thrusts and grunts escalated, but the chair held up under their lovemaking until they were both spent and satiated.
“You’re incredible,” Ethan said, his chest to Tyler’s back.
“So are you. Look what you made me do on my beautiful chair.”
Ethan stood up straight and Tyler moved off the chair so Ethan could see the mess. “That’s fucking hot.”
The alarm on Tyler’s phone went off, and he gasped loudly. “I have a client coming in 15 minutes! Get dressed!”
“Already?” Ethan asked, slipping back into his jeans.
“Yes. Just the one for today, and this place is a mess.” He dressed quickly, tidied up and washed down the salon chair so it was spotless. Twice.
“Who’s your client?”
Tyler checked his appointment app. “Skyler Ashe. Do you know him?”
“Yeah. His band, From the Ashes, is playing later. “Tell him I said hi. Maybe we can make his set.”
“I would love that, but you need to go.” Tyler started pushing Ethan toward the door. “I don’t want anyone suspecting we justdid the dirty in the same chair they’ll be sitting in while getting their hair cut.”
Ethan chuckled. “Did the dirty?”
“Call it whatever you want, but I need to get ready. I didn’t even unpack anything.” He was never so unprepared, but the romp in the salon chair was totally worth it.
“OK. Calm down.” Ethan gave Tyler a long kiss, then walked over to the mirror. “Look at my face. My eyes.” He turned his head from side to side, admiring the dark makeup that he hadn’t seen before now. “That’s fucking cool.”
“I’m glad you like it. I can do it before your show if you want.”
“Yeah. It’ll look great for the show.”
“Now that that’s settled . . .” Tyler tapped an imaginary watch on his wrist so Ethan would get the hell out of there before his client showed up.
“OK. I’ll see you in about an hour.”
Tyler’s client arrived literally 10 seconds after Ethan left. Most of his supplies were still in boxes, but everything he needed was within reach, and forty-five minutes later, a very happy Skyler Ashe left the trailer more beautiful than before.
Ethan returned just as Tyler was wiping down the chair.
“Um,” Ethan paused. “Should I be concerned that you’re spraying down the chair again?”
“I wash down the chair after every client. It’s good hygiene.”
Ethan tugged Tyler against him, so their lips were an inch apart, and spoke in a low sultry voice. “As long as it’s in the name of good hygiene.”
“It is. You’re the only one who gets the VIP treatment.”
“Are you done here? Or should I sit in the chair and wait?”
Tyler let out a sexy chuckle. “Then I’ll have to wash it down again.” He looked over his shoulder at the boxes. “I can finish this tomorrow. Can we walk around the festival and get some food?”
“You can. I can’t. Not without being swamped by fans. We have meal service set up just for us three times a day, but they won’t be here for another couple of hours for dinner. I can get Zoe to pick us up some food.” Ethan grabbed his phone. “Let me text her.”
Tyler covered Ethan’s phone with his hand. “I had a feeling that would be the case. You can thank me later.”
“What do you mean?”
“I brought props.” Tyler fished through one of the boxes and held up a brown wig. “What do you think?”
