“It means exactly that, Dad. We’re going to be writing our own songs--“
“We? “You mean Bay is.”
This time, tears did spring up in her eyes, and she looked away and was silent. Every fucking time.
“Yeah, dad,” she said, anger rippling in her voice, “You don’t have to remind me. Bay is the talented one.”
Mac drained his scotch. “Did I say that? Hey, Charlie, did I say that?”
Her mother sighed and Kym realized how tired she looked. “Let’s change the subject anyway.”
Kym’s shoulders slumped. For once, choose me. Defend me, mom. She shifted in her seat and felt Stu’s hand curl around hers.
“It’s a pretty big deal,” he said to her parents. “Once they all get done writing an album’s worth of songs, there’ll be a showcase for the record company. Then a single, a video …”
Kym, surprised, smiled gratefully at her boyfriend. This. This was why she kept trying with him—these small moments when he was selfless, when he protected her. He knew it bugged her that Bay’s talent was inherent, whereas she, Kym, had to work to be as good. Not that she blamed Bay—she loved Bay more than anyone in the world and Bay would be horrified if she knew what Kym felt about her own ability.
After lunch, she kissed her parents goodbye and almost laughed with relief as they waved them off. Stu kissed her temple.
“You know what? I know they’re your parents but …”
“They’re kind of assholes,” she finished and sighed. “Yep.” Stu’s arms tightened around her.
“Let’s go home.”
As Stu drove, she texted Bay. Just had lunch with the Olds.
A second later. God, I’m sorry. Did you wear your Hazmat suit?
Kym grinned. Bay knew what her parents were like—she was the only one who could get away with calling them out to their faces when they put Kym down. Her phone buzzed again.
Can you ask Stu to stop harassing me? He keeps on about the record deal. It’s annoying.
Kym frowned and looked at her boyfriend. “Why are you texting Bay?”
Stu shrugged. “She seems to be the one holding up this deal. As always, it’s all about her.”
Kym sighed. Stu always rubbed Bay up the wrong way and Kym suspected that it was because, secretly, Stu had a thing for her gorgeous best friend. Bay, on the other hand, thought Stu was a douche bag. She’s not wrong. Kym pushed the thought away. Stu enjoyed messing with Bay’s head as a punishment for not wanting him back, but lately their antagonism had been reaching mythic levels. More than once she’d had to step between them before Stu got physical with Bay. As fiery as Bay could be, she was tiny, and Stu could hurt her if they got into it.
She must have sighed because Stu looked over at her. “She bugging you about me?”
“No, it’s okay. Just …ease up on Bay. For me?”
His lips were a thin line. “Tell her that. I got her a fucking Quartet meeting.”
That she never asked for, Kym wanted to say, but didn’t. Stu hated it when she was “ungrateful”.
She stared out of the window of the car and wondered if Bay was really excited about the deal. She could tell last night that her friend had been left flustered by Tomas Meir’s obvious attraction to her. Kym smiled to herself. She could see—she really could see—Bay and Tom together. God, they would have seriously cute kids. Grinning, she texted Bay.
I don’t think you need to be worried about Stu. You seemed to be doing just fine last night with your new champion. Tom’s gorgeous. You should go for that.
She waited, knowing the reply she’d get before she read it. Sure enough, a moment later …
No idea what you’re talking about.
Ha. Kym snickered to herself. Maybe it was time her hermit-like best friend knew what it was to be in love. Kym glanced over at Stu and her good mood left her. Bay wasn’t the only one who desperately needed some real love in her life.
A roar of greeting went up as Pete, the 9th and Pine’s gigantic drummer, sauntered into Bay’s showroom. Pete was the one who had spread the word about Bay’s bike shop to his friends in both the bike community and the gay community and was the reason she’d been able to keep the shop open as long as she had. Bay hugged him, his larger-than-life, merry presence lifting her mood as always.
It was closing down day and she’d been affected by it more than she thought she would have been. The showroom had had a revolving door of visitors all day and now she was getting ready to close for good. Pete gave her a hug, then studied her.
“You okay, Bubba?”
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her throat was tightly closed and tears constantly threatened to spill over. Pete slung a sympathetic arm around her shoulders. “Come on, honey. New horizons. You get to be a rock star now.”
She rolled her eyes. “Can you believe it? It doesn’t seem real yet.”
Pete shrugged, helping himself to coffee. “Real is real, bub. Tom been in touch?”
Bay grinned then. “We’ve talked.” And how, she thought. It had begun the night after she met him, with just a simple text message.
Hey, how’s things? Made up your mind yet? T x
She’d felt a teenager getting a text from her high school crush. She’d replied All good, and yes, let’s do it. She sniggered to herself at the double meaning and flushed scarlet when the reply came back.
Sounds …promising.
The flirtation had continued over text until last night, when suddenly Tom’s name flashed up on her call screen. Her heart went into overdrive and her breath quickened as she pressed accept.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he’d said lightly, “I thought, seeing as I’m an old man and can only type one word an hour, I’d save us the trouble and call instead. How are you?”
His voice, so rich and warm, sent thrills through her body. “Hey yourself. I’m great. Just building myself up for my last day tomorrow.”
He chuckled. “You’ll do great. It must feel strange, though.”
“It does. Kind of like my last link to my family.”
“You really on your own?”
“Really. I’ve got Kym and Pete, of course. They’re like family. And the guys at the shop.” She told him about her showroom’s de facto residents.
“They sound like good guys.”
She smiled down the phone, “The best. Hey, where are you? I never thought to ask.”
Tom laughed softly. “L.A.”
She felt a pang of regret at him being so far away. “Hotshot,” she teased, wanting to hear his laugh again, so deep and melodic.
“It’s just good for business. I kind of loathe having to be here. I’m a Seattle native, did you know that?”
She was surprised. “I had no idea.”
“And now I have a great excuse to come back.”
“You’re moving back?”
“Yep. Seems only sensible to have a base there if we’re going to be together so much. Are you looking forward to Monday?”
God, yes. Bay pushed the thought of him in Seattle, so close and so near all the time, to the back of her head. “I am. Nervous too.”
“Don’t be. You were meant to do this. I just know it.”
Later, in bed, she’d Googled him. Tomas Meir, thirty-nine, Harvard Law graduate. Set up his own Entertainment Law label straight out of college. Briefly married in his late twenties. Known for being ruthless in the courtroom, but a stand-up guy outside. Bay squinted at the pictures of him—so handsome, so elegant. He radiated power and presence; he could easily have passed for a Roman emperor with those sculpted features. Yum. She sighed. He seemed …too perfect. In her experience, that meant trouble.
She closed her laptop and lay back on the bed. Great, she told herself, in five minutes you met, fell in love, and broke up with him. What is wrong with you?
She turned on her side and stared at the photo of Ravi on the nightstand. Her brother too had been gregarious, friendly, and successful. Seemingly, he had it all. Righ
t up to the moment he’d deliberately driven his car at top speed into a wall. Bay winced; eighteen months later, the pain was still red raw. Only she knew the truth of Ravi’s death—his suicide—from the one-line note he’d left for his sister. I can’t do it anymore. I’m sorry. I love you.
Bay shut off the lamp and turned away, a searing pain shooting through her stomach as it always did when she thought about her brother. It left her breathless and weak. Love is pain. That was the thought that kept pounding at her until finally, exhausted, she fell asleep.
Now, as she was surrounded by her friends, Bay poured them all some of the champagne Pete had brought with him, courtesy of Hank, Pete’s bar-owner husband. It was almost five p.m. when the door opened, and Bay was astonished to see Tomas walk in, grinning. He was of his suit, in jeans and t-shirt. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face—then she noticed the t-shirt he was wearing.
“Tomas Meir …is that a vintage Tambe Bike Shop t-shirt?” She was amazed. Her uncle briefly brought out the tees in the early 80’s and now they were like gold dust. She didn’t want to think about how much Tom had paid for it, but she was touched by the gesture. And boy, did he make it look good. The light blue made the green of his eyes even more intense, contrasting well with his black hair.
She introduced Tom to everyone. Pat, one of her oldest customers, eyed the tall man.
“You gonna make our Bay a star, then?”
Tomas grinned good-naturedly. “Bay’s already a star, I’m just going to help make her a successful one. If that’s what you want?” He smiled down at Bay, put a hand on her back, and she was lost.
Tom stayed until the last person left the shop, then helped Bay clear up. Just after midnight, she locked the door for the last time, and for a moment, she thought she might give in to the tears that threatened. That part of her life was finally over.
“You okay?” His voice was soft and sympathetic. She nodded, trying to smile.
“Come on, let me buy you a drink and we’ll say goodbye properly.” She let him steer her into his Mercedes, which was very nice, despite her teasing of him the night they met. He drove them into the quiet city and found a little bar tucked away downtown that was still serving beer. They found a little couch in the back. The bar was almost empty, with just low jazz playing in the background.
Tom and Bay fell into easy conversation. After a while, Tom, draining the last of his beer, turned to her. “So what the hell is Kym doing with that sleazeball?”
Bay grinned, relaxing. Tom was so easy to talk to. “You’ve got me. I’ve never understood the attraction. Maybe it’s co-dependency, I don’t know, but they’ve been off and on for years. Mostly on, which is annoying.”
Tom’s eyes were on her mouth in a way that made her feel so sexy and so wanton that she wanted to straddle him right then and there. She felt her face burn as slowly he raised his eyes to meet hers.
“And what about you?” His voice was deep, sensual murmur now, his desire burning in his eyes unmistakably. She could barely breathe.
“I don’t …get too involved.” Dammit, woman!
Tom didn’t seem fazed at all. “Me either. But sometimes …it’s just about the here and now. The moment.”
She couldn’t look away from his eyes. “I agree,” she said softly. Tom smiled and leaned over, brushing his lips across hers.
“Bay?” A whisper. A promise.
“Yes?” Breathless.
“I would like to take you back to my hotel with me tonight. Forget we’re going to be working together. Forget everything else. Tonight is just about you and me. What do you say?”
Her entire body was on fire, aching for his touch. Her breasts were swelling with her arousal. Tom kissed her again, harder this time, his fingers tangling in her hair and his tongue exploring her mouth. His lips cool and sweet against hers.
“Take me home,” Bay said, sinking into him and into the embrace, “Take me home with you …”
As the elevator reached the penthouse, Tom swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, his fingers moved to the buttons on her dress and he undid them slowly them, kissing every part of her exposed skin. Bay was trembling and vibrating with desire from the feel of his cool lips on her skin. When he pulled down the lacy cup of her bra and took her nipple into his mouth, she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her. She felt a laugh rumble through his big body, his free hand slipping under her dress to caress her and his long fingers dipping into her panties and stroking her already quivering sex.
Impatiently, she tugged at his t-shirt, and he released her long enough to pull it over his head. His chest, broad and rock hard with a faint smattering of dark hair, made her already overheated body want desperately to feel his skin against hers, and she struggled out of her dress, wrapping her legs around his denim-clad legs. Tom kissed a trail up from her belly, between her breasts, then to her mouth as his lips covered hers hungrily.
“God, Bay …” She could feel the hot length of his erection through his jeans and her hands went to his fly, wanting to feel it, touch it, and taste it. Tom buried his face in her neck as he kicked off his jeans and underwear, tugging her panties down. His cock nudged against her, but he just kept stroking her, maneuvering down the bed. He pushed her legs further apart and slid his tongue along her labia, sending almost unbearable pleasure through her body as she writhed, her fingers tangled in his hair. His tongue lashed around her clit, teasing and tormenting. Then, as she gasped and came for the first but definitely not last time, he plunged his tongue deep inside her and she cried his name out over and over.
He continued to plunder her body until she was in such a delirium that when, finally, he drove his diamond-hard cock deep inside her, she screamed out and came again.
Tom, grinning triumphantly, pinned her hands to the bed, his eyes on hers, watching her pant and sweat beneath him. God, she was incredible. The way her curves undulated beneath him as they fucked, her thighs tightening around him, urging him deeper. His strokes became brutal as he neared his peak, and when, finally, with a hot rush, he came, his cum pumped deep inside her.
They collapsed together, laughing and gasping for air. After a moment, Tom stroked the damp hair away from her forehead, watched the lovely scarlet flush in her cheeks fade, and for once, was at a loss for words. Bay smiled up at him, running a finger down his cheek.
“Wow,” she murmured, and that was all they needed to say. Tom sought her lips again.
“Bay …such a beautiful name …”
She smiled. “It’s short for—are you ready for this--Baijayanthi.”
“That’s even more beautiful.”
She snorted. “If you say so. Can you imagine what roll call was like at school?”
Tom smiled. “If it makes you feel better, they always spelled my name with an ‘h.’”
She giggled. “Yup, that’s the same.”
He wrapped his arms around her and for a long time, they just enjoyed the silence, comfortable with each other.
“Tom,” Bay’s voice was suddenly uncertain, “I’m concerned.”
“About?”
She pulled away from so she could look into his eyes. “We said tonight. Nothing to do with anything else. But when we start to work together, with the band and everything, I think …we should …stay professional.”
Tom nodded, understanding. “I get it.”
“I just don’t want Kym and Pete to think I’m getting preferential treatment because we’ve …you know.”
He grinned at her shyness. “Done each other?” He wiggled his eyebrows, making her laugh. “Puritan.” He pulled her on top of him. “I understand. We won’t let us get in the way of anything, I promise. Total professionalism. But I just have to say …we’re not starting work until Monday.”
Bay grinned. “That’s right.” She moved down his body, stroked the length of him as it was already stiffening again. “We have all weekend.”
Tom suc
ked in a breath as she took him into her mouth, enjoying the soft, wet feel of her on his cock, licking, teasing, and tracing the lines of the veins engorging with blood. She brought him to the point of orgasm before he tugged her up and impaled her on his cock, entreating her to ride him harder, harder, harder ….
Monday morning and the Seattle sky was doing its best to drown out any happiness Bay might have felt. It was gray, sullen, and dumping sheet after sheet of rain down on the city. They were on their way to the studio, having arranged to meet Kym and Pete at ten a.m.
She had spent a blissful, sensual weekend with the tall man at her side and now she couldn’t shake the feeling that today marked not only the beginning of her new career, but the end of their affair. That thought made her sad, and yet, weirdly free. The sex had been incredible—Tom was an imaginative and selfless lover and she’d climbed all over that glorious body of his, completely uninhibited. It was the stuff in between that surprised her; his easy manner, his straightforward way of talking, his friendliness. She was unused to lovers being friends as well (she didn’t want to think about how fucked up that was), but Tom made her feel so comfortable. The only thing that bothered her was his great wealth and his obvious enjoyment of it. She’d been brought up frugally and hadn’t felt that she’d missed anything, but in Tom’s huge hotel room, with people at his beck and call, and literally anything she wanted at her fingertips, she’d felt out of her depth. Overwhelmed.
She felt him take her hand now as he drove them through the city. She smiled over at him.
“So, we better get our stories straight. Your car wouldn’t start and you were on the phone to me so I said I’d swing by and pick you up.”
“Got it. Nice and simple. But why were we on the phone?”
“Dirty talk.”
She laughed. “Darn it, that’s ruined that plan.”
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