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17
TEDDY
PRESENT DAY
“Hey, Teddy. Can I talk to you for a minute?”
Adam’s eyebrows both drift up, but he doesn’t say a word as I stand from my spot next to him on the couch and walk over toward the entrance to Sutton’s dressing room. She’s lingering in the doorway, holding the door half-open as she watches me approach.
I feel eyes on me—eyes other than hers. The rest of the band and a good chunk of the crew are hanging out backstage, waiting for the opening set to end. Studying this interaction.
Either Sutton doesn’t care what conclusions they draw about her inviting me into her dressing room—alone—or she thinks this is blatant enough to seem innocent.
She’s changed since sound check, into her costume for the show. Tonight’s is a sequined dress that barely covers her ass. Her hair is styled, and she’s wearing a heavy layer of makeup. She looks like the music royalty she is.
I walk past her and into the dressing room, glancing around at the messy space. Fruit trays and half-empty water bottles litter one table. There’s a huge mirror, surrounded by tiny light bulbs, that takes up most of one wall. Beauty products cover the counter beneath it. The couch across from it is mostly covered with an array of shiny outfits, a few of which I recognize from the last show.
“You should sit.”
Her voice is soft, but I startle at the sound like I’m hearing gunfire. Rather than move, I stare at her, trying to read what she’s thinking.
We haven’t talked—really talked—since we slept together. She left the hotel early this morning for a radio interview, and we haven’t been alone since. We woke up in the Netherlands, and now we’re in Spain—a whirlwind in more ways than one. I don’t know if she regrets it or wants it to happen again.
“I said”—she steps closer, so her chest is almost touching mine—“you should sit.”
“Sutton, I—”
I stop talking when she closes the few remaining inches between us, pressing directly up against me. Moving me back with a gentle shove until I feel the backs of my calves hit the edge of the couch.
“What did you want to talk about?” My voice sounds like sandpaper. Rough and rasping.
“Nothing.” She smirks. “My mouth will be full.”
If there was any doubt how I should take her words, her hands erase it, unzipping my jeans and tugging them down. I’ve been battling an erection since I saw her in this skimpy outfit, and my dick takes full advantage of the sudden lack of constricting denim, tenting the front of my boxer briefs. I hiss as she strikes me through the cotton, resisting the primal urge to thrust in her grip.
“What the hell are we doing?” I ask her, mindful of themanypeople just outside this room. Some of them probably straining to listen what’s going on in here.
Sutton is the one initiating this. My hard cock is making it clear I’m not opposed to the idea, but it still feels reckless.
One of her hands slips beneath the waistband of my boxers. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep the groan that wants to escape contained as her soft hand starts to move, skin on skin.
“I don’t know,” she whispers. “But I don’t want to stop. Do you?”
I give her an incredulous look. “What does itfeellike?”
Sutton yanks down my boxers, letting my dick hang out. Although there’s no hanging happening. I’m so hard; it hurts. She traces a throbbing vein with one finger.
“Sit.”
This time, I listen. My bare ass hits the cushions, and then she’s kneeling between my legs, pulling my jeans and boxers the rest of the way down. My cock bobs, almost brushing my shirt before she leans forward and sucks me into her mouth.
“Fuck.” The curse spills out, and I barely recognize my own voice.
I can’t fully forget where we are. The bright lights of the vanity burn my eyes, and there’s a lingering cloud of hair spray that burns my nose.
I’m sitting on something sequined, and the coffee table in front of me is covered with extra backstage passes from the meet and greet earlier. On the other side of the wall are the rest of the musicians we’ll be onstage with soon, along with the dozen or so people keeping everything running behind the scenes.
But those reminders fade and fade as I watch her blonde head bobbing between my thighs. Feel the wet heat of her mouth surround me and her tongue tease the slit at the tip.
