Page 91 of Sky Full of Stars

“It’s only me,” I tell her, moving the laptop beside me, angling it so my head and torso are in the shot.

“Jesus, Adam,” she breathes out a shocked laugh. I’m naked and stroking my dick.

“You’re not gonna leave me hanging are you, Slugger?”

She glances around like someone might see her then the screen moves erratically making my head spin. It settles next to her on the bed, she lies on her side too and moves her arms so her tits are on display. I squeeze my dick harder, twisting my hand up and down over it. “Fuck, Jenna. I can’t wait to see you and touch you. You’re fucking perfect.”

Her cheeks flush as she moves the laptop again getting under the covers but I can still see her body. I chuckle softly.

“You weren’t this shy when you were walking around my house buck naked,” I tell her.

“Stop or I’ll hang up,” she pouts at me.

I don’t know why this freaks her out so much, she is so beautiful, she has nothing to be embarrassed about but I want her to be comfortable, now I finally have her doing this, I don’t want to spook her. “I know this isn’t what we’re used to but I want to make you feel good,” I move my hand slowly up and down again, letting her see what she’s doing to me. “Just show me, sweetheart,” I say quietly.

I watch her tentatively squeeze her breast, she plucks at her nipple till it hardens. I keep my mouth shut as she moves, her eyes closing and her breath coming in soft gasps. She moves her other hand between her legs and my dick jumps in my hand. God I need her. I’ve never felt like this and if I am being honest, it is a little scary but I push those thoughts aside as I watch her bringing herself to orgasm. Her eyes lock alternately on mine or the movement of my hand, listening to me say in a low, husky voice what I want to do to her, how she should imagine her hands are my hands, loving how hot it is hearing her moan and pant.

“I miss you,” I groan, her moans are out of control. “Fuck I need you, so damn much.”

Her back arches as she cries out my name and I lose it, my dick pulsing as come fires over my hand and stomach, making a mess of myself. I give her a couple of minutes before I say her name softly. She gives me a sleepy satiated smile.

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“It was beautiful,” I tell her.

She peers at me. “Messy.”

“You wreck me,” I tell her, making her smile even more. We talk for a little while longer until she looks at me with sleepy eyes, barely awake. “Two more days until I’m lying beside you,” I tell her as her eyes close. “Let me watch you sleep,” I say quietly.

“Creeper,” she whispers, making me laugh.

“Get some sleep, beautiful.”

“I will, love you,” she mumbles.

My eyes are suddenly wide open and I sit up quickly. If she realises what she said, she isn’t showing it. I wait for her to recognise what she said and react. But nothing.

“Jenna,” I say. She is already asleep. I lean back against the pillows watching her sleep. “Jesus,” I run a hand over my face.

She loves me?

Does she mean it or is it just her tired brain?

I lay back and look at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts about how this makes me feel. Should I bring it up with her next time we speak, or pretend it didn’t happen? And how do I feel about her? It feels too soon to be throwing around the L word. I lower the lid on my laptop and decide it was a slip of the tongue, she’s too tired to know what she said and probably didn’t mean it.

Things start to go to shit the following day. First Jenna text to tell me her laptop battery died and she was in the shit because the itinerary was on there and they had to check out early. She isn’t blaming me but she is stressed. She didn’t seem aware of what she said to me last night and I’m not sure if I’m relieved or annoyed. The first time my girlfriend tells me she loves me and she doesn’t even remember it. That is a head fuck.

Then I get a call from Keira saying Jake fell out of a tree and broke his leg. He’s excited about having to wear a cast but Keira is beside herself crying. I hate not being able to do anything except reassure her Jake is fine, kids break bones every day with no long-lasting effects, but I guess watching your four-year-old fall out of a tree and scream his head off isn’t the best of experiences.

The icing on the cake is a frantic call from Bianca about robberies and idiots and what the hell are we going to do which I can barely understand. I dress and go to Nick’s room to see if he knows what’s going on. Apparently Bianca only called me. We head to her room finding her pacing, her hair pulled every which way.

“What’s up?” I ask her.

“Most of its gone!” she shrieks.

“Most of what?” I share a worried look at Nick. Bianca didn’t freak like this. Ever.

“One of the roadies decided to take some woman he picked up onto the equipment bus. Security found the idiot, beaten and tied up. Most of the guitars and amps are gone.”

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