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"Sometimes it makes me feel good, like I'm important. It's lonely on the road. You've seen the way Mal, Kit, and Joel look at me like their fuck-up little brother."

"They don't look at you like a fuck-up." Her eyes meet mine. "You're not a fuck-up, Ethan."

"Lost you, didn't I?"

"I guess I can't argue with that." She plays with the hem of her short black dress. "Do you tell women you love them?"

"No, but I have plenty of player bullshit lines, if that's your next question." I kneel on the ground in front of her. "No worse than when we met."

Some of the apprehension drops off her face. "I really thought you were this generous guy who loved giving back scratches."

"Who says I'm not?"

"You offered to get my bra off."

"You'd already decided you were gonna fuck me that night. I saw it in your eyes."

"Did you?"

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od as I unzip her boot and peel it off her leg. "You have the same look in your eyes right now." I peel her other boot off her leg. Then the socks. Then my hands are on her smooth skin. Damn, those legs. I could die between those legs.

She lets out a heavy sigh as I slide my hands behind her knees and spread her legs. "Ethan… I… I've missed you a lot."

"You say that to all the guys who are about to dive between your legs?"

"No. I…" She slides her hand into my hair and cups the back of my head. "Fuck, how are you so smooth? I don't know how to say suave shit the way you do."

"You don't have to say anything. You just have to come on my face."

She groans with pleasure. "I want to do that. God, I want to do that." She swallows hard. "But I have to say this first. I don't want to hurt you. And I don't want you to hurt me either. No bullshit, okay. It scares me that you're famous now. It scares me that you're rich. That there are a hundred women outside this bus who are ready to drop to their knees to suck you off."

"I'm only sleeping with you."

"I know… but I don't know if you're the guy I fell in love with or if you're some rock star playboy douchebag, like you are in the tabloids."

She looks me up. I nod like the revelation is no big deal.

"But the way you played for your friend, even though you were nervous, even though it was hard, and you kept acting like it was nothing— that's the guy I loved." She presses her lips together. "God, why am I talking? All I can possibly do is talk you out of going down on me."

I shake my head. "You can't talk me out of going down on you."

She lets out a nervous laugh. "I guess since I'm still talking this must be important. I just want to say that I'm not using you, Ethan. This isn't like the other night, after the bar. This is casual, but you do matter to me. And I want to matter to you too. I don't want to be another groupie you fucked on the tour bus."

"Vi, you have no fucking idea how much you matter to me." I drag my lips over the inside of her thigh. Need to stop talking before I start saying shit that scares her. "Now, I'm gonna make you come until you beg me to stop or until one of the guys is banging on the door for us to stop."

She nods, but she's still nervous.

That's okay. I'll help her relax.

I drag my lips over the inside of her knee until her fingers knot in my hair. Then I go higher, higher.

I push her dress to her waist.

Her hands slide around the back of my neck. "Can you get the zipper?"

She's still shaking.

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