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The way things were going, he almost could.
Juliet’s sleepy voice wound around him, way warmer than the thin blanket he’d pulled over them before they dropped into sleep late last night. He chuckled and tweaked her nipple. “We haven’t had sex, remember?” At her raised brows, he ducked his head. “I mean lately. You know.”
They’d fooled around, definitely. He’d gotten her off a couple times, including one memorable time with his mouth at the hotel after Tuesday’s show. She’d reciprocated at the same time, and he’d gone to sleep smiling that night. She’d also given him the best hand job of his life in the bus bathroom yesterday while her bandmates fought about missing sheets on the other side of the door.
But sex hadn’t been on the table. They hadn’t discussed it, not exactly. The close quarters and lack of privacy had something to do with it too, of course. He’d also been working and they’d had to steal moments together.
Lots of moments.
This was far from a vacation for both of them. She had rehearsals and the shows themselves, and he had to make sure the venue—both venues—were not only up to code, but beyond that, set up to his own specs.
Warning Sign’s light shows were getting more ambitious. Some of the other bands he’d w
orked with weren’t into pyrotechnics, but he could see Warning Sign heading that way. That kind of visual display fit their bombastic show style. So that meant he wasn’t just thinking about what their current needs were, but what they’d want in the near future and how to make it happen—efficiently and under budget.
So it made sense they hadn’t been going for it at every opportunity. Except even when they’d had a big hotel room to themselves, they’d just messed around.
A lot.
Still, sex without Tristan didn’t seem right. On any level.
Orgasms, well, those were necessary. He couldn’t be anywhere near Juliet and not crave her like oxygen. From how she’d been reacting to him, she was much the same.
A helluva miracle.
“Absence makes the pussy grow needier, trust me.” She patted Sparks’s bare chest and pursed her lips. “I guess I should warn you how horny I get after big shows. It’s kind of a problem.”
Not laughing was impossible, though he tried to stifle it in his fist since technically he wasn’t supposed to be bunking with Juliet. He had his own bed on the other bus, and if he was needed, that’s where the road manager would come looking for him. Still, he had his phone on him at all times, so he wasn’t that worried he might miss something.
Okay, he was a little worried. He’d never blown off his responsibilities even this much before. Normally, he was the guy who followed the letter of the law.
Then again, he’d never had Juliet Reece in his bed before.
Sin incarnate.
Screw rules. Screw obligations. He might just abandon propriety altogether if he could just keep screwing her. Him and Tristan, because even in his fantasies, he was never alone with her. Tristan was always there.
Randy stroked her cheek. “Did you forget I’ve been with you after two shows now? The first one, you came back to our apartment and you were so wild we did it in the front hall.”
After the second one, he and Juliet had gone at each other like animals in her hotel room, but they’d stopped before the main event. As he knew they always would until Tris was with them, no matter how horny she claimed to get.
“Which showed amazing restraint on my part since I started groping you in the elevator.”
“Yeah, but we waited for Tris.”
“Yes. Tonight’s the biggest show we’ve done in forever so I’ll probably be even more crazed.” She bit her lip. “Should we talk to him about what we did this week?”
“You mean how you told me that I should make sure that the blue and green lights during ‘All Night Long’ are on Michael, not you, because they make you look like a bloated mermaid?”
She shoved his chest and he grabbed her hand, kissing her fingers. “Not possible, by the way. The mermaid part, maybe. Bloated? No way.”
“PMS does scary things to a girl.”
He let his gaze wander down her body, partially revealed by the tangled sheets and thin blanket. Long legs, curvy hips, impossibly full tits. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Times fifty.”
“You know, I actually think you mean that.” She hooked her arm around his neck and drew his face close to hers. “You, sir, have earned yourself the mother of all hummers.”
He pinched her nipple and her pupils dilated. “And that’s different from what you normally give me, how?”
