Page 53 of Feral Touch
My heart jumped at the offer, excitement and nausea both rising up inside me. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking of that afternoon, about Ren’s body, Ren’s fingers…
I suppressed a shiver of delight at the memory. Ren was starting to look worried the longer I went without responding.
“Sure. I’d love to.” I gave him a tentative smile that he returned with a slightly wicked grin.
“Awesome. I’ll tell the driver to come around.”
We were only a few minutes away from his place, yet he still got driven home. It was weird having a chauffeur drive me around everywhere, but I had to admit it was convenient. Luckily, Ren mostly used taxis and discrete black vans. Limos were reserved for those special nights when Feral Silence went out partying—which turned out to be pretty often, despite what Ren said about being too busy for that kind of thing.
“It’s mostly PR,” he said when I asked about it. “We need to be seen in the right places with the right people.”
I almost scoffed. I certainly wasn’tthe right people.The guys still invited me out with them a lot, which warmed my heart even though I couldn’t take them up on it very often. Working on a song with Ren had put me behind in my schoolwork.
“Can’t you just submit yours and Ren’s song for grading?” Kell had asked. “Releasing a professionally published work should give you an automatic pass.”
I laughed. “If only it worked like that.”
I did wonder, though—would my professors be impressed with my part-time job? Or would they be upset that I was wasting my time working onrock music, no matter how classical the final version may end up being? Temsah had already commented quite a few times on my lack of discipline lately. I could tell he was losing patience.
That’s why I’d been keeping it a secret, not telling anyone what I’d been doing evenings and weekends. Nat and Jen just assumed I was spending all my time with Ren, which was partly true, but we certainly weren’t doing what I’m sure they thought we were doing.
We packed up our instruments in anxious silence. The both of us knew exactly what was going to happen when we got to Ren’s apartment. My stomach was full of nerves, butterflies flitting around. Last time had been wonderful. Would it feel the same way a second time?
I fiddled with my bow, pretending to struggle with clipping it into place, trying to stall. I was nervous. I didn’t have a lot of experience, but I was positive someone as sexy and famous as Ren had an abundance of it. Would I be any good? Would he be disappointed?
“Ivy? You ready?”
He sounded almost as nervous as I felt.
Something in my head clicked.
I was being ridiculous, doubting myself again. Why was I always so insecure? Ren and I had already had sex…sort of. He’d been between my spread legs, his fingers deep inside me. I’d stroked his cock until he came. Ren was myboyfriend.My sexy, talented, rock star boyfriend.
Out of all the girls in the world, Ren had chosenme.
A slight giddiness began to well up inside my chest. I turned around to face him, trying to hold back a grin.
“More than ready.”
Ren kept up the light chatter as we drove the few minutes to his place. The traffic was nonexistent at such a late hour, so it didn’t take long. My nerves barely had time to start acting up again.
I was going to be confident and self-assured if it killed me.
When we arrived at Ren's apartment I busied myself with hanging up my jacket and storing my cello in his closet for safekeeping. He got to keep his instruments in the recording studio, but I was forced to carry mine around.
Well, not exactly. Ren refused to let me carry it whenever he was with me. He would just take it from my hands and heft it over his shoulders, ignoring every word of protest that came out of my mouth.
“You want something to drink?” he offered, ever the polite host.
“Sure. A coffee maybe?”
I'd need it if we were going to stay up all night.
My stomach did flips at that thought. Luckily, Ren was already in the kitchen and didn't see the flush on my face.
My phone pinged and I pulled it out of my pocket, giving it a furtive glance. The girls were probably wondering if I was coming home or not. It was from Jen.
Hope you and Ren are enjoying yourselves. ;) Wish him Happy Birthday from the two of us!
