“Hey, gorgeous,” he says when he answers. He’s sitting on the couch in his living room, and I’m knocked breathless by how homesick I am. “You look exhausted. Good show tonight?”
“Great show. We sold out.”
“That’s fantastic.” His one eye squints as he studies me. I know he’s worried about me, it’s his tell. He’s right, I am exhausted. “Do you have to travel tonight?”
“Yeah. We’re booked tomorrow night. I hate traveling at night. It’s hard to sleep on the bus for some reason.”
“I can help with that,” he says. His eyes grow darker, which is something because they’re already remarkably dark. “Lean backon the couch and set your phone on the table if there is one in front of you.”
There’s not, but the makeup table isn’t far away. It takes me a minute to balance my phone against the mirror and return to the couch. I lean back in anticipation. My heartbeat is through the roof.
“Is the door locked?” he asks.
I nod my head like a bobblehead.
“Good. Work that skirt up to your waist.” I do so slowly. I intend to give him the show of his life. My hands shake as my eyes cut to the door.
“Now,” he growls, and my gaze snaps back to the phone. He’s moved his tablet to the coffee table. I can’t stop from licking my lips at the view of the top button of his jeans popped open.
“Do you ache for me?” I nod again. “Show me. Show me how wet I make you.” I spread my legs until he can see the dampness of my panties. “Good girl,” he purrs. “Slide your fingers inside those panties.” I do as he orders. “Tell me what you feel.”
“I’m so slick. My clit throbs listening to your voice. Please, take it out,” I whimper. He obliges me by unzipping his jeans further until he can pull his cock out into his hand.
I imagine licking the bead of precum off as his hand slowly slides up and down the length. Without conscious knowledge, I start circling my clit with my fingers.
“No,” he growls. “You don’t get to do that until I say. Slide those fingers inside your cunt the way I know you like it.” I do so until I’m moaning. “Lick it off. Tell me how it tastes.”
“Musky, like arousal and music. But also a hint of spicy like an ancient spice that’s been lost to time,” I describe after pulling my fingers from my mouth.
“Fuck, I should be there. You should be coming on my tongue.” His fist pumps harder as he punishes himself formissing out. “Show me,” he demands, his gaze never leaving mine. “Show me how you make yourself come.”
I pull my panties to the side and use two fingers to make circles teasing my clit. He moans in the background. The noise only makes me move faster begging my body to give him the show he deserves and me the release I crave.
“Come for me, siren.” And I do. As hard as I try, I can’t keep my eyes open as wave after wave of orgasm hit me. My body quakes as the power of it surges through me.
Somewhere far away, I hear him call my name. Or maybe that’s me calling his. I don’t know anymore. My body releases me finally, and I slump back on the couch. My gaze finds Beau still sitting. His hand still holds his cock, but it’s covered now in cum.
“Better?” he asks.
“So much better,” I answer. “You?”
“Definitely.” He works at wiping his hand off and buttoning his pants back up. I wish he wouldn’t. I could stare at his naked body all day. “This was a brilliant idea.”
“There’s only one way it could be better.”
“If I’d been recording it?” he teases.
“If you were here,” I answer. He grins, and I end the call. They’ll be banging on the door soon. I should probably be decent by then.
nineteen
BEAU
I’m still reelinga week later from the most amazing sexual video encounter ever when I hear someone pull up outside. I knew Harmony was a spitfire, but damn, watching her get herself off like that was on a whole different level.
It didn’t make up for the fact we were both too busy to see each other during her break. It bothers me that it will continue to be a constant in our lives.
Reacher jumps up and sniffs at the door with his tail wagging furiously. I assume it’s Travis. He doesn’t greet anyone else, except Harmony, like that, and she’s getting ready to go on stage somewhere near Kansas City. I don’t bother to move from my seat on the couch as a key is inserted into the lock in the front door.
