Page 19 of Slow Ride

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Kason charged off the stage, the rush of performing still pumping him up.Adrenaline was more powerful than any substance he could have imbibed.He went straight to his dressing room, peeled off his sweat-soaked clothes, then strode into the shower.

Stage lights were brutal.So was the amount of energy it took to put on a show like that.Thanks to his therapist-approved gym schedule and focusing on his health, his endurance had never been better.Even still, he was both amped up and exhausted simultaneously.

His cock hadn’t received the message.

As always, when he finished performing, he had a raging hard-on.

In his younger days, there had been willing women waiting in his dressing room to solve that pesky problem for him.Now, though, he preferred to take things into his own hands instead of having Van or someone else on his team stock his room with very willing females like they were nothing more than the snacks laid out for him to munch on.

He must be getting old.Or maybe he was growing up.

Either way, he wasn’t leaving this shower until he’d relieved some of his arousal, or he was liable to make a fool of himself.That or make bad decisions once he found himself surrounded by the fans and crew waiting to celebrate another amazing performance with him backstage.

Would Wren be there?

He wrapped his suds-covered hand around his cock and began to stroke it.

Kason imagined what it would be like if she was, if he could carve out a space for them to actually talk and get to know each other, or if she was as adventurous as he suspected and they skipped out on the after party to do more than just chat.

He would try to take his time with her, but the odds of that happening—or her even wanting something gentle and seductive from him—were slim.

They would tear each other’s clothes off and burn the night down as they fucked each other’s brains out.Kason pictured what it would be like to lie back and let her have ultimate control.She’d ride him, unashamed of her power and passion, using him to please herself while letting him rest up for when they changed places.

Once she’d taken her fill, he’d let himself loose, flipping her over and driving into her until neither of them could resist the temptation of succumbing to one final orgasm together.

As he pictured it, his hand sped up, jerking his hard-on furiously.

Except at the last moment, it wasn’t Wren’s bright blue eyes he pictured staring into his as he exploded or her red lips he fantasized about kissing as he poured his come inside her.Instead, he imagined the man in the suit, the one with the shattered soul.

The daydream blurred and the man was suddenly there, standing beside the bed, watching.

Just before Kason came, the man fisted Kason’s hair in his hand and undid his belt, then his suit pants.When Kason—still fucking Wren—turned his head, took the guy’s dick in his mouth, and sucked, the guy would lose every shred of the self-control that was holding him together, despite how damaged he was inside.He’d groan and shake, rising on his tiptoes to embed himself in Kason’s mouth.

Kason would suck greedily until the man couldn’t restrain himself a moment longer and orgasmed, shouting Kason’s name.Not someone else’s.Not a woman’s.No, Kason’s.

What would be even better would be if Wren enjoyed it.If her pussy wrung his cock even as the man’s release flooded his mouth, Kason would be in heaven.

He groaned, then shuddered and braced one hand against the tile to keep himself upright when his knees threatened to buckle.His balls drew tight to his body as he shot all over the shower walls then spilled the rest of his release down the drain.

That was the only place his lust could go.He sure as shit couldn’t allow it loose outside his fantasies.

Even if his epic climax hadn’t softened his cock, that thought alone would have.He finished his shower in freezing cold water, then stumbled into the main room, still drying off.

Van was guarding the door, keeping the rest of the world out until Kason was ready to face it.“You good?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?I have a secondary route.I can slip you out the back if you want to avoid the chaos and go to bed early.Or hang out at your house or whatever you need.I’ve got your back, Kason.”

“I know you do.Thank you.”He wrapped his towel around his waist and started getting dressed.“It means a lot that you’ve stuck by me, Van.”

“You might pay me, but you’re more my friend than my boss, you realize?”Van was always serious, but he was even more so when he said, “You can trust me, Kason, with anything that’s bugging you.”

Not everything.If Van knew what he’d been thinking of a few minutes ago, would he still be standing there?Or would simple everyday things like getting changed in front of his bodyguard suddenly become weird?He didn’t need that kind of complication in his life.

So he changed the subject.“Tell me the truth…how was the show?Did it suck or was it as good as it used to be before I went off the rails?”

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