“Please, tell me that’s not the new girlfriend you left in the greenroom,” Macie whined, clearly mortified by her own behavior, as she should be.
“That was Christina. Not a new girlfriend though. She’s my world.”
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry, Jay. I can go talk to her,” Maci offered.
“Ten minutes, Maci!” Devon, her stage manager, called out. She winced. “After the show,” she promised.
“No. I’d rather you keep your distance, actually.” Maci looked hurt by that, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I couldn’t chase after my girl because I was working, but I sure as fuck wasn’t about to send an ex-lover to her to explain shit. I didn’t think Maci would be the type to stir the pot and make Christina feel worse about the situation, but then again, I wouldn’t have expected her to proposition me knowing I had someone waiting on me either. She had changed since the last time I’d seen her. I wasn’t sure why, or if I could even be a friend to her long enough to find out. After what Christina just witnessed, I knew she wouldn’t be comfortable with me being in Maci’s close proximity alone, and I couldn’t blame her one bit. Once Maci went back to the dressing room, I slipped my cell out of my pocket and texted my woman.
Jay: Working or I would be by your side. I will explain that scene. There is nothing there. I promise.
I felt my phone vibrate a few minutes later but couldn’t check it right away because I had to help escort the women of Dusty Rose to the stage. Once they were secured there, I glanced quickly at the message.
Christina: No explanation necessary. Got the gist already.
Shit. I didn’t know how to take that. Worse, I didn’t know how she would take it to know that some nights I’d pull bus duty and have to be on the bus with the band, leaving her in the security rig on her own. For the first time since I took the gig, I was beginning to regret it.
After the concert, Maci approached me again to apologize. I was on the side of the stage where the band exited. Christina had been perched on the other side to watch the concert. I’d noticed her a couple of times staring off into the distance instead of watching the band. I couldn’t see much of her from my position though due to the lighting. I knew she wouldn’t miss seeing the band approach me on the other side though.
“I’m so sorry, Jay,” Maci apologized as she came in to give me a hug. I threw my hands up to keep her from making contact.
“What the hell are you doing, Mace? You already caused enough trouble for me earlier, now you want to get all up close and sweaty with me while my girl watches from the wings over there?” She poked her lip out in a pout.
“We were friends first,” she snipped at me. “She can’t be much of a girlfriend if she’s going to have a jealous fit about two friends hugging.”
“She heard you fucking tell me that you didn’t care if I had a girlfriend earlier. Do you honestly think she’d be okay with you touching me in any way after that?”
“You did what?” Calista, the band’s lead singer asked. She was just as shocked by that news as I’d been earlier. “Please, tell me you didn’t!”
“I don’t know who you are to judge me,” Maci shot back.
“First of all, I’m your friend, so maybe keep that in mind before you put your foot in your mouth.”
“Yeah?” She asked snidely. “And how do you pretty it up every time you’re with Wen? Is he back with his wife again right now? We all know you’re just a convenient piece when he tours and he’s mad at her for something.”
A loud crack resonated through the space as Calista’s hand struck Maci’s cheek. “You don’t know shit about Wen and me, or what’s going on in his relationships. It’s complicated, but I’d never ask him to step out on her if they were trying to work things out, as much as it breaks my heart.” Calista ran off, with Robby, one of the other security team, trailing behind her.
Maci stood there massaging her reddened cheek. She shook her head back and forth and I could see the regret there. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what is wrong with me.”
“I do,” Sky, another of her band members taunted. “She’s pissed and taking it out on everyone because her on again, off again beau is finally off again for good. We just saw in the papers that he got married last week.”
Well, that explained the behavior, though it didn’t justify it at all. “Come on, let’s get you all back to your bus. There’s too many people standing around listening to the shit y’all are talking about one another.” I made sure all of my little charges were tucked away on their bus with Robby, who was on bus duty that night. Then I went to seek out my woman. I knew that a roadie had taken her back to the security bus since he had texted me with that information. I didn’t know why I had to hear it from him rather than Christina though.
By the time I got to the bus, Christina was fast asleep in the bed. She had already showered and was knocked out. I was tempted to wake her so that we could hash things out before I was back on duty tomorrow, but I figured she needed her sleep more than she needed an explanation from me. I cleaned up, stripped down to my boxers, and crawled under the blankets with my woman. I didn’t even think about how she would feel about it when I pulled her body close and tucked hers into my own. Actually, that’s not true. I did think about the fact that she might not want me touching her, but I needed that connection after how everything went down today, and for the first time in our relationship, I was going to be selfish and take what I needed. I only hoped that she wouldn’t wake up screaming bloody fucking murder seeing as how we had never slept in the same bed before.
She moaned, wiggled her hips reflexively, which stirred my cock to life, and then she cuddled up by wrapping her own arms right around my own where they rested just below her delectable breasts. I leaned in and smelled the fresh scent of her shampoo, something sweet and fruity, but not really overpowering in nature. I was pretty sure it had pears in it. None of that really mattered, it was all down to her underneath of it all. I just needed to be close.
“I wondered if you were coming here or had to stay with them,” she whispered with a bit of sleep-rough gravel mixed in.
“I would have traded out with one of the guys if that was the case, and I would have told you up front.”
She turned in my arms, and I let her, knowing what was coming next. “You should have told me about her before we got here.”
“I should have, but honestly?” I asked to which she nodded her head. “I forgot all about her. What Maci and I had was just convenient when neither of us was seeing anyone else.”
“She doesn’t seem to care about that type of thing.” She was reminding me that Christina had overheard Maci earlier.
I sighed. “She didn’t used to be that way. According to the other girls in the band, some shit went down with the guy she’s been on again, off again with for years. This last time, while they were off again, he married someone else. They hadn’t been off again that long, and from what I overheard on the way out, walking them to the bus, it meant that he’d been seeing the other woman for quite a long time. He was apparently on again, off again with the both of them until he decided who he wanted more.”
“That’s horrible!” She gasped, feeling bad for a woman who had nearly torn apart her trust in me earlier.
“It is, but it’s also not my problem, and I made that perfectly clear when she tried to give me a hug with her apology after the show tonight.” I felt Christina stiffen up. “I know you probably saw. What you don’t know was that I didn’t go easy on her. I let her know I was disappointed in her behavior and that it wouldn’t be tolerated. Her band members did as well.”
“Okay,” she whispered as she leaned in closer to my chest, hiding her eyes from me as she did so. “I feel for her. I know what it’s like to have a broken heart. That doesn’t mean she can have you as a rebound though. You’re mine!” It was the first time she had claimed me in any way beyond friendship, and I was so fucking happy to hear it I nearly strangled her to death with the tight a
ss hold I had on her. “This is mine,” she stated as she grabbed hold of my steadily firming cock and gave it a quick tug. I immediately regretted wearing the boxers to bed.
“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”
“Your pants?” She asked in a wickedly sassy tone.
“Okay, pretty girl, your wish is my command.”
My boxers were removed in a flash and it was only then that I realized my beautiful woman had crawled into bed completely naked. That gave me pause. “Tina,” I whispered as I stilled her hand from hitting the downward stroke on my cock again. “Are you sure about this? This isn’t a reaction because you thought I might take Maci up on anything, is it?”
She looked me in the eye as she shook her head. “I can’t say today didn’t shake things up for me, but not in the way you’re thinking right now. I have faith in you, and how you feel about us. I saw how you handled her, heard what you had to say. I didn’t doubt you. I was a bit ticked off that you hadn’t prepared me for that possibility.”
“Honestly, it didn’t even occur to me because what went on with Maci and me ended long before I even met Lindsay. Truthfully, I thought she was with her ex-boyfriend again, and I sure as shit wasn’t thinking about her in any capacity other than what applied to work.”
“I know,” she said. “I know all that, I figured that out on my own. What I also figured out was that I’m already falling so hard for you, that depriving us from being intimate with one another isn’t going to help keep me from feeling broken when all is said and done.”
“Well, that’s what you get for thinking, because nothing is ever going to be just said and done with us. I can’t imagine not having you in my life, Tina.” I slid my hand up her silky-smooth thigh and pulled it so that she wrapped it around my waist. “I want you,” I told her as I planted a kiss on the pulse in her neck. “I want you in every way I can possibly have you.” I kissed down her neck to her collarbone where I traced it with my tongue. “I want you in my life for as long as you’ll have me, and I hope like hell that means a lifetime. One thing I’m absolutely sure about is that I’m not just falling for you. I fell, and I’ve just been waiting on you to catch up.” I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and relished in the moan she emitted in response. “Now lie back and hold on tight baby, because I’m about to take you for the ride of your life.”
I spent some time working her nipples into stiff peaks, laving them with my tongue, nibbling tiny little bites on them and then when I thought she couldn’t take the sensory overload any longer I moved on down between her thighs and licked right up her creamy center. “Oh God! What are you doing?” She shrieked out breathily.
“Babe, please tell me you’ve had someone do this for you before.” I looked up from the apex of her thighs to see the confusion there. “Just trust me, it’ll be the best thing you’ve ever had done to your body.” I worked her pussy over taking turns lavishing attention on her greedy little clit to fucking her with my tongue while I enjoyed every moment of feeling her come apart for me as I did. By the time she had come on my tongue three times she was pushing my head away from her pussy. “No more,” she moaned out. “I can’t it’s too sensitive.” Then she grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me up her body. “Please, I need to feel you inside of me, on top of me, making me yours. Jay, please,” she pleaded with me. How could I say no to that?
I couldn’t. Instead, I crawled up her beautiful body, worshipping it with my hands as mouth as I went until my body hovered over hers and our sexes were lined up just where I needed them to be. Then, I thrust inside of her in one incredibly hard push until I was seated fully inside of her wet-slick heat. “Fucking hell,” I cried out at how perfect she felt wrapped around me. “You’re gripping me so tight, baby,” I whispered into her ear before nipping it gently with my teeth. “Love the way you feel wrapped all around me.” As I mentioned this her legs squeezed my hips tight and then she was using her feet to try to push me in even further. I laughed. “No, no, no. You’re not topping from the bottom tonight, sweetheart.”
Still, I took her cue and ran with it, thrusting hard only to slowly pull out and keep her off balance. Then I would thrust in again with force. Each time I did so she whimpered out a seductive cry and begged for more. “Music to my ears, honey,” I encouraged her. I could tell she was new to dirty talking, but that what she was doing with me came to her naturally.
“Please, fuck me hard. We can do gentle another time,” she tried to convince me. Honestly, I couldn’t have held back even if I wanted to. We had spent the past couple of months in close proximity with one another and a few weeks prior trying to get to know one another. Some people might think it wasn’t enough time, but I knew. There was no doubt in my mind that she was it for me. This woman who was rocking my world was everything, and there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I would ever let her go again.
I pounded away into her tight little body as our eyes connected. I could see everything in them that made me notice her that first day. All the pain she held buried deep down, but instead of being at the surface now, it was overshadowed by the happiness and the love I could see there. She might have been afraid to tell me exactly how deeply she felt for me, but it was there, written in those eyes as they took in everything my soul was showing her too. Our connection was broken on one particularly powerful stroke as she threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy. “Yes, Jay! God, yes, right there. Please, don’t stop,” the words caught fire inside of me and I could feel the pinch and burn building, signaling my impending release. I reached down and flicked her clit at the same moment I slammed home and she tipped over the edge, pulling me with her as she went.
Chapter 31
Painter
Christina
Three weeks were spent on the road with Dusty Rose and their opening bands. Once they realized who I was there with people seemed to be a lot nicer to me. Maci had apologized to me for her behavior as well. She explained how she had been feeling, and I just asked her how she would have felt knowing she was the one who messed up what someone else had going for them? When she didn’t get it, I asked how she felt about what had happened to her, and if she thought that made it okay to do the same to someone else. She got it then, and apologized once more, this time with a whole lot more feeling.
That was just one small moment during the tour though, and it wasn’t even a part I would dwell on. The rest was a full rotation of us on the road, travel time, watching the concerts and seeing how they varied the set lists each night. Then it was more hot sex and love making in the bus unless it was a night when Jay had to stick to the band’s bus. I should have been embarrassed, especially since some of the security team had heard us more than a few times and they weren’t shy about teasing us about our late-night antics either. The truth was, I couldn’t be bothered to be embarrassed because I was falling desperately in love with Jay as each day passed.
It was when we got back home that things turned a little weird. I suppose weird wasn’t exactly the way to phrase it. Unexpected would have been better. We had been home about three days when I got a call to head to JoJo’s garage. “Sorry, I tried to give you some down time since you just got back, but I have something here for you that can’t wait any longer.”
“Okay, I’ll be right over,” I told her. There was really only one thing I could think of that she might have for me, and my heart began to race at the thought that it would be mine from now on.
“What’s up, babe?” Jay asked as he watched me running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I was throwing on denim and leather, not that I think he noticed that.
Once I was fully dressed, I leaned into Jay, kissed him, and said, “I’ll be back in a bit.”
I heard him murmur “What the hell?” as I left the house, but I just jumped in his Jeep and took off for the garage. Logistically, I knew that wouldn’t work out, so I turned right back around and to the house once more. Jay was standing out on the front por
ch when I got there. “I need you to come with me to the garage really quick,” I insisted.
“What the hell for?” he asked.
“It’s a surprise.”
When we got to the garage, I noticed the shiny new red and chrome Indian Scout 60 waiting on me with a huge bow wrapped around it. Jay didn’t miss the fact that I was bouncing around in my seat, unable to hide my enthusiasm. “Oh my God! It’s here!” I had even dyed my hair again. The streaks in it matched the paint job on my new bike. As soon as he parked the Jeep, I jumped out and ran over to my baby, running my hands down the leather seat, and up over the cherry red tank.
“Tina, I’m pretty sure other people don’t want you feeling up their baby.”
“I’m sure that’s true, but this is my baby,” I informed him. “I ordered her before he left on the tour and now, she’s here.”
“You what?” He asked as he took in the bike and then me.
“I got a commission from the guy in New York that bought one of the original pieces I had on display in the gallery there. He wanted a companion piece. I did it for him. Then, I did something for us.”
“Us?” Jay asked and I pointed to just a little way further down the lot.
“Yes, us,” I told him as they started to roll an Indian Roadmaster off the truck it had been transported here on. “That one is yours.”
He turned to see what was going on, and before I knew it, I was slung over the man’s shoulder as he moved closer to the bike that was just rolled into the lot. “You bought me a motorcycle?”
“I bought both of us motorcycles,” I explained.
“But you don’t even know how to ride,” he told me.
“That’s not true. The girls were teaching me before we left. I can switch gears and everything,” I boasted.
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