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Of course, Travis and Calvin might disagree, but they nod understanding.
I hate that I’ll have to let her go at some point, but I hold on for now. Much like I hold on to the hope of getting her pregnant. She’s bound to hit me with a wrecking ball at any moment and say that she’s on birth control. For now… Hope breeds eternal…or something like that.
Travis disappears for a second, then comes back with a washcloth. He sits at her feet, rests his hand on her knees. “Let me clean you up.”
He eases her legs apart, then tenderly cares for her with the washcloth. The warm water drips on me and it feels damn good, but I know better than to ask him to clean me up. Even if Aurora was offering, I wouldn’t want her to. I want to bask in her scent for eternity.
He’s paying a little too much attention, so I tell him, “Fuck off. Let her rest.”
She falls asleep in my arms. It’s the sweetest thing that’s ever happened. I’m usually up for a rowdy, good time, but it turns out this tops everything. Might mean I actually have a tender side.
And the way my heart feels, I think I’m getting set up for the biggest adventure of my life. I kiss Aurora on the head as she stirs. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I wasn’t really sleeping.”
“You need to travel with us. We can have this all the time. You can travel the world with us.”
Calvin says, “If we do the world tour. If not, just stay with us.”
She squirms to sit upright against me. “If I get the part, I’ll have rehearsals. I can’t be on the road.” She lays out the plan, the rehearsal schedule, and the performance dates. “In fact, I should do some vocal work.” She pushes off of me and walks toward the back of the tour bus.
But Travis, drumsticks in hand, swings them around her waist and locks her in with his other hand. “Take a break. Just for today.”
Thirteen
Aurora
WhydoIlovehim forcing me to stop? Why am I so turned on by being restrained?
The drumsticks pressed low across my belly and hip bones… I like resisting against them. As I try to step farther, he pulls tighter.
“Where are you going? Don’t let our talk about tours make you think you have to practice,” he says with his arms wrapped around me.
I want him to restrain me more, and in different ways. I wrap my hands around the drumsticks. Over my shoulder, I say, “Can I see these?”
“Sure.” He lets me take the sticks. I spin around and kiss the ends of them.
“You want them back?” The tour bus is big, but only so big, so I don’t have much of a plan to run away with them. But we’re near the front and I want to be chased.
His eyes narrow. “You can keep them.”
I drag the drumsticks down my neck, through my cleavage, and stop on my belly. “Are you sure you don’t want them?” I step away tauntingly.
“On second thought…” He steps closer, eyeing me questioningly.
I scurry a few feet toward the back of the bus, but he catches me before I get to the door that I had hoped to be able to try to close between us.
His arms wrap around me. The security that washes over me is so wrong. I shouldn’t want any of this. But I do. And I’m going to accept it.
He takes the sticks from my hands and he presses them between my legs. The angle he has them at catches my clit, causing me to shudder. I squirm away but he catches me from behind, grips my wrist firmly, turning me into his chest, and pinning both of my hands behind me. His huge paw is able to grip both of my wrists and the drumsticks.
“Are you taunting me?”
“Are you going to punish me?” I bat my eyelashes at him, hoping he’ll continue with our little game. He strides forward, forcing me back until we pass through the doorway.
He turns me, backing me against a desk. “Maybe it’s not so bad Calvin insisted on having this in the bus.”
I glance over my shoulder, and thankfully the top is clear.
