Page 86 of Before the Encore

Madison was glad Bonnie couldn’t see the embarrassing, goofy smile stretching her face. She stretched out her legs. “So, how is rehearsal going?”

“Good. But I’m exhausted. The choreo is more intense than before.”

Disappointment cast over her like a blanket. Her smile faltered. “You’re not doing more acoustic songs then?”

The car rumbled in the background. “You know it’s not that simple.”

Madison bit her tongue. She’d hoped that the last night of their tour would change something, prove to Bonnie that actually, she could do what she wanted. It was that simple.

It was too late, and she didn’t want to argue in what little time they had, so she changed the subject. “Did you find the camera footage?” she asked.

Bonnie hummed. “I did.”

A jolt sparked in the pit of her stomach, her breath catching. “Have you watched it?”

“I’m waiting for you.”

“Fuck.” She placed her hand on her thigh. The memory of Bonnie laid out for her, panting, begging, so fucking needy, drummed up a pulse in her core. “As soon as I’m done recording, I’m getting the first flight to LA.”

“It turns you on that much, huh?”

“You turn me on that much.”

Bonnie’s breath hitched, barely noticeable if Madison hadn’t been burning every single sound into her memory for the last few weeks. She closed her eyes, picturing her face, the way those big brown eyes deepened, the way they’d shift to Madison’s mouth. Her lips, soft and plump and eager.

And fuckkk. Madison was wet. Her hand slid to rest over herself, an ache slipping lower.

“How long until you’re home?” Madison asked, her voice low.

“About five minutes.”

“God, I wanna see it. The first time you came apart. I wanna see the moment you finally stopped fighting it and gave yourself to me.”

Bonnie swallowed. “Madison…”

She brushed over the crotch of her underwear, coating her fingers in her hot slick through the fabric. “What are you wearing? Tell me.”

“My purple leggings and a tank top.” Bonnie’s voice lowered. “What are you doing?”

“Your tits look amazing in that. Touch them for me. I miss feeling them in my hands.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. Minnie’s driving.” Madison slowly rubbed the length of herself. “She won’t even notice what a naughty girl you’re being in the backseat.”

Bonnie breathed into the speaker, the kind of breath Madison knew meant she was doing exactly as she asked. “Fuck.”

“That’s it, princess. Pinch your nipples. Imagine my teeth grazing them. My tongue, my lips, sucking them into my mouth.”

“I love when you do that,” she whispered. “I love your mouth.”

“Touch yourself with your other hand.”

“What are you doing?” Bonnie’s question was half whisper half plea, and it sent shivers across Madison’s skin.

“Do as I say, and I’ll tell you.”

“I am.”