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She throws her hands up. “Fine. I’m from a shitty family, had a shitty life, and my friendship with Aurora is the only thing that saved me from a shitty future. I’m her manager because she’s been kind enough to let me tag along. I’ve traveled the world because of her. She’s my best friend, and I owe her everything.”
“Do you really see yourself that way?” I reach out for her hand.
She pulls it away.
Ouch. I sit up. “None of that’s true. Well, it sort of is and mostly isn’t.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Now you’re going to tell me about my life, is that it?”
“Yes, I guess I’ll have to.” I want her to see herself the way I do, and I’ll be damned if I let her go on thinking she’s just an afterthought of Aurora’s. “Youdidhave shitty parents. I’ll grant you that. But Aurora isn’t the reason you’re the top talent manager in the business. Your brain and backbone got you there. You protect her and look out for your friends. You don’t let the label dictate her life or yours. You know now to negotiate, and above all, you always fight for your friends. You don’t let anyone down, no matter what.”
Her eyes widen. “How do you know all tha—”
“You should bathe.” I pop to my feet. “You’ll feel better afterwards. Doctor’s orders.” I’m not really a doctor, but Idoneed to distract her from the fact that I’ve studied her entire history like a damn stalker. “I’ll get it ready.” I stride into the bathroom and close the door behind me, then glare at myself in the mirror.Dude, way to almost blow it.
That’s the thing about Bells. She makes me forget myself, forget everything except my desire to learn about her on every level. I crave her, and I hope that soon she’ll let me show her just how much she means to me.
4
BELLS
Bubbles surround me in the giant bathtub. I’ve seen a lot of nice bathrooms in my life. It’s one of the benefits of going on tour. Even so, I’m pretty sure this bathtub tops them all. I should be relaxing and enjoying one of the few moments I have alone, but I’m not.
I’m wound tight, and my whole body is aching now. I don’t even notice the pain from my back anymore because of the ache between my thighs. My body is so on edge. I need to get off. I lick my lips and wonder if I have time before Barrow comes back to check on me. This is one of the rare moments I’ve actually been alone.
Barrow follows me around everywhere I go. If someone comes to visit me, he hovers around the door itching to get back into the room. You’d think I was a glass doll. The way he handles me would make you think the smallest thing could break me into pieces. I give him a hard time about it, but secretly I enjoy it. No one’s ever thought I was delicate.
I part my legs easily in the tub. You could fit two more people in here if you wanted to. Unless they are Barrow’s size, then only one more. I chastise myself for allowing my mind to drift to thoughts of him. I’m going to get off, and I’m going to do it without thinking about Barrow. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
This should be easy. When I’ve done this in the past, my lover was always faceless. It wasn't a person I was fantasizing about. Unfortunately, that’s changed. Now when I close my eyes, all I see is Barrow. He didn’t look as though he wanted to leave me alone to take a bath. He led me into the bathroom, and then stood there for a moment.
He finally exited the room, but he left the door cracked open. He made sure to inform me how dangerous bathrooms could be, especially given that my balance is off. My eyes flick over to the cracked door to make sure the coast is clear. I don’t see anything, so I sink deeper into the tub and widen my thighs more. This will need to be fast. I’m sure that won’t be a problem.
I let my eyes fall closed. The first thing I see is Barrow.Dammit. I tell myself to go with it, because I’m running out of time, and my body needs the relief. I let out a deep breath and give in to my dirty thoughts of Barrow as I inch my fingers down my stomach. He’s standing over me. His eyes are filled with so much hunger forme.
He orders me to touch myself in that deep voice of his, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin. His hands are fisted at his sides. He wants me so badly he doesn't trust his own hands not to take what they want. My fingers slip further down until they are spreading the lips of my sex. I rub my clit.
My other hand goes to my breast. I tug on my hard nipple. I’ve always been a curvy girl. My breasts are plump. They’re more than a handful. Thoughts of Barrow’s big hands caressing my breasts has me rubbing myself quicker.
I pinch my nipple, picturing Barrow’s teeth biting it instead. I push down more on my hard clit. It’s been too long since I’ve gotten off. Add in the world’s hottest man calling me beautiful, and I’m done for. A whimper leaves my lips before I can try to stop it.
The orgasm races through my body. I feel myself finally relax for a moment. I take a deep breath, feeling slightly better, and allow my eyes to open slowly. Barrow is staring down at me. I sit there in shock. A good portion of my body is covered in bubbles, but not all of me.
“What are you doing in here?” That on-edge feeling I had comes back with a vengeance. The throbbing between my thighs is worse now. I’m getting turned on thinking about him watching me. Of course I do. I was fantasizing about him only seconds ago. My fantasies can’t hold a candle to how he’s looking at me now. His breathing is heavy, and his hands are fisted at his sides.
He looks as though he wants to fall to his knees next to the tub and use his own fingers on me. Would he whisper dirty sweet things in my ear? Would he call me beautiful as he brought me to orgasm?
“I heard you let out a moan. Then you called for me.”
“I didn't call for you.”
“You did.” It’s possible, but I don’t recall doing it, so I’m not fessing up. My eyes drop to see the outline of his cock in his jeans. I suck in a breath. It seems that Barrow is big all over. I’m going to need some more alone time sooner rather than later.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” I say.
“Shouldn’t?” His lip twitches. I thought he was going to kiss me earlier. I lick my lips and wonder what he’d taste like.
“Barrow.” His name slips off my tongue slowly. I’m not sure if I’m begging him to touch me or begging for him to leave. I can’t think straight when he’s around. I see the same inner struggle in his eyes. “We shouldn't,” I add after a long second. Even though I said the words, something inside me hopes like hell he doesn’t listen to them.
