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“And I’m sorry about your ring.”
“It’s okay. Hopefully, someone will find it eventually. Who knows? Maybe it’s a sign that we’re meant to come back here again.”
“Maybe the ghost took it,” I teased.
A brush of cold air slid over my neck, and I jolted.
“Did you just touch my neck?”
Brodie’s hands squeezed my ass. “Wrong body part.”
“I think we should get out of here and let the ghost have their venue back.”
“Good idea,” Brodie remarked and kissed me.
This trip turned out to be much more than just a concert. It was a turning point in my life. I walked into this place as one version of myself, and I was walking out as another.
Did I have all the answers as to whether Brodie and I would make it long-term?
No, I didn’t.
But wherever he was, that’s where I wanted to be.
CHAPTER30
BRODIE
THREE DAYS LATER, NASHVILLE
Iwas ready for a month off.
Three days ago, Holls and I said goodbye to Faise and Ronin, who flew out of New Orleans and headed directly to California. Then it was just me, Van, and Holls on the bus ride home.
It was quiet without half of our quad, but I didn’t mind.
It gave Van and me privacy and plenty of time to sneak in make-out sessions. We held off on anything else, though.
And never when Holls or our driver, Sam, was watching.
Things were brand new with Van and me, and I didn’t know what he would or wouldn’t be comfortable with.
I knew my boundaries. Not that I had many.
Musicians and roadies were used to fucking around in front of each other—most often on tour buses, trailers, and dressing rooms. I never minded if Holls or any of my bandmates witnessed my hookups in the past. Plenty of times, they’d come upon me with some guy and would stay to watch. Always with the consent of my partner at the time, of course. And it was hot—for me, for the guy I was fucking, and for the one watching.
I’d done the same many, many times. I mean, tour buses aren’t big, and privacy is limited.
But I was protective when it came to Van.
I knew I would never fucking share him, ever, and I wanted to be the only one he touched. But I wasn’t sure it would bother me if, say, Van and I were busy fucking in my bunk, and Holls was watching from his.
Was voyeurism kinky? Maybe to some people.
To musicians? It’s just another day on the road.
On the one hand, I wanted all of Van’s attention all the time. On the other, well, different kinds of experiences could heighten pleasure. And I wanted Van to have all the pleasure.
We had plenty of time to explore our relationship and discuss our boundaries. I’d have at least a month, maybe two, alone with him. As crazy as it sounded, the reality of that made me more excited than anything I’d ever done in bed.
