Chapter 75
A fter another fantastic Shooting Star performance, I find myself wandering through the crowded after-party room, trying not to be jealous of all the attention Bo receives from the groupies and female fans.
The guys were great at the radio station. They rocked the Rhinestone Arena, and they’ve already met the required number of VIPs. So what if they’re mostly getting drunk now like the rest of the partygoers. Well, three of the band members are but not Bo.
My skin prickling, I glance across the room at the spot where I last saw him. He’s still standing in the corner. His strong arms are crossed over his chiseled chest. He’s wearing a different unbuttoned long-sleeved shirt than he wore on stage. This one is forest green and complements his silver and emerald eyes. His sleeves are rolled up to reveal his sinewy forearms, and he’s paired the shirt with his usual jeans. His silver necklace, wallet chain, and boots make his ensemble rock-worthy. My temperature skyrockets when his gaze hooks me. Even across the room, the man sets me on fire.
I text him.
Peace: Going to the bus.
Bo: I’ll just stay a few more minutes longer to appear dutiful in case anyone is watching me.
Peace: K
I head for the exit. Pausing in the doorway, I glance back and give him a flirty smile over my shoulder. Beneath his tousled brown hair, his sculpted lips form a wolfish grin that melts my panties. He glances down. My cell bloops. I look at the display.
Bo: get naked
My heart flutters. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I hurry from the room and walk briskly down the long cinderblock corridor that leads to an exit. A security guard glances at my lanyard and waves me past. I murmur good night and step outside, pleased to discover it’s not as hot in Little Rock as it was in Dallas.
I’ve almost made it to the bus when another text comes in.
Bo: I’m on my way
Smiling widely after reading his text, I climb the stairs. Inside the front lounge, I kick off my flip-flops and glance down at my display as my phone bloops again. But this time, it’s not Bo.
Harmony: why haven’t you called me?
Shit. I dial her number and put my cell to my ear.
“Hi,” she greets, picking up after only one ring. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing much,” I reply vaguely, keeping the secret I share with Bo. “Just working. Sorry I didn’t call.”
“I imagine it’s very taxing keeping the band on track, Bo out of trouble, and warming his bed at night.”
I sigh. “Who told you I was in his bed?”
“Car.”
I should have guessed. “So he’s back to being Car now?”
“We’ve chatted a few times since you left.” She’s being vague too. “He mentioned you and Bo were getting it on.”
“You can’t tell anyone,” I insist. “I don’t want to lose my job.” I don’t want Bo to lose his, and I don’t want to lose this opportunity to be with him.
“Who would I tell?”
“Your friends.” I throw that out. Her friends aren’t really her friends; they’re enablers.
“I’m in rehab now,” she whispers. “Not a lot of friends, just other junkies.”
“You’re not a junkie.” I shake my head, even though she can’t see me. “You just formed a bad habit. One you need a little help to kick.”
“I am an addict,” she disagrees. “Acknowledging that is the second step on the path to getting better. The first was making the decision to come to rehab in the first place.”
“Is it really bad there?” I ask.
“It’s not a Crystal Hotel.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t feel sorry for me. I’m doing all right. I’m keeping my part of our deal, and I’m proud of you for sort of taking a chance with Bo.” She taps the phone with her nail. “But I don’t like the secrecy part.”
“Me neither.” I wrinkle my nose. “But I insisted, not just because of my job. After Seattle, I?—”
“You don’t trust him not to hurt you again,” she fills in. “And now you wonder if he agreed to the secrecy because that will make it cleaner and easier for him to end it.”
“Yeah.” My stomach turns sour. “How did you know?”
“I’ve been in a similar situation. I slept with Charlie Howell when we were filming Sunset Bliss .”
“But he’s married.” I cringe, and much older than her.
“He was separated at the time,” she mutters. “Or that’s what he told me. Turns out, it wasn’t the truth.”
“Do you think Bo’s lying to me?” I voice that terrible fear in a barely audible whisper.
“I don’t think he’s lying about being into you, Peace. That much I know for certain. But you’re banging a rock star on a tour bus like a groupie. Do you really think that’s going to evolve into a lasting relationship?”
“Probably not.” But my foolish heart did.
“Has he given you any indication that he’s thinking long-term?” she inquires gently.
“No.” My heart drops through the bus floorboards to the pavement beneath it.
“If you’re thinking along those lines, maybe you should discuss it with him.”
“I could,” I say, but I won’t. “I’m afraid of his answer.”
“Oh, Peace.” She feels sorry for me.
“Yeah.” My chest burning, I feel like a total loser and pull in a sharp breath as the glass on the bus door rattles. “He’s here. I gotta go.”
“Call me tomorrow,” she orders.
“Will do.” I end the call just as Bo steps into the lounge.
“You’re not naked.” His gray-green eyes narrow as he stalks toward me. “Clothes off now,” he barks the command.
I don’t hesitate to comply. After all, who knows how much longer he’ll want me.
Grabbing the hem of my T-shirt, I whip it over my head and toss it aside. I know what we’re doing isn’t long term. I knew it last night when I climbed into his bunk. But I wanted him and was willing, am willing, to take whatever I can get.
“I need you,” I admit, longing crashing over me.
“Need you too, sweetheart.” Stopping barely an inch away from me, he pulls me closer. Burying his nose in my hair, he inhales deeply, then trails the tip along my shoulder, stopping just beneath my ear. “You smell so good.”
“Thank you.” I shiver with pleasure.
“Taste good too.” He decides after licking my skin from the base of my neck to my ear. I grab his shoulders and hold on to him as my knees get weak. “This is pretty.” His gaze dips to my lace demi bra. “But it must come off.” He reaches behind me and unlatches it. I lose my grip on him as he peels the straps down my arms. Cooler room air rushes over me, tightening my nipples.
“Bo.” I gasp as he lowers his head and fastens his wet mouth around one throbbing tip. I twine my arms around his neck, tugging urgently on the ends of his hair. “That feels so good.” I whimper as he swirls his tongue around it before drawing it deeper into his mouth.
“You like that?” He glances up at me through his lashes, his eyes dark with passion.
“Yes,” I reply breathily. “I like everything you do.” I like him. So much. More than I can ever reveal.
“Good because I love your tits.” He licks a wet path down one rounded slope and then up the other. I shudder with ecstasy when he latches onto the neglected nipple. He swirls his tongue in a circle, then sucks the aching nub into his hot mouth. On fire, I hold him to my breast. Each suctioning pull sets off sparks inside my pussy. My clit swells and throbs. Wetness soaks my panties.
“Bo,” I warn. “Stop. You need to stop.”
“What’s wrong?” He lifts his head, releasing my nipple.
“I’m going to come. I’m close.”
“I remember you liking that from last night.” He looks proud of himself. He should be. He’s really good at this.
“Because it’s you doing it,” I admit.
“Have you ever let another guy do this?” He twists my nipples. I tremble from the heady spike of pleasure and pain.
“No. Never.” I pant as he twists again and my clit throbs harder. “Just you. Only you.” I can’t imagine being this vulnerable with anyone but him.
“And here?” He cups my pussy. Beneath his palm, I’m wet and throbbing. I shamelessly grind into his hand. I like the way it feels, like seeing the ring I bought him on his finger.
I moan as he rocks the fleshy part of his palm over that part of me that’s desperate for friction.
“This is mine.” His eyes are hot. “You’re mine, Peace.” He removes his hand, and I sway toward him. “I don’t want anyone touching you or even looking at you.”
Is he this territorial about the other women he fucks? I wonder, but I don’t pose the question out loud. I feel possessive too, but I’m not brave enough to claim him like he seems to be claiming me.
“I’m yours,” I whisper. Because I am, and I know that’s what he wants to hear. At least for tonight. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
His eyes flare with undeniable heat. I don’t plan to deny him anything. But I’m not sure that he wants more than he currently has. Swiping that niggling concern aside, I reach for his belt. He stands perfectly still while I unbuckle it. But he’s not unaffected. The evidence is right in front of me. His hard and his hot exhalations stir my hair as I lower his zipper. I lick my dry lips and drag my eager fingers over his erection.
He hisses and raises my chin. “Do you want to taste me?” he asks.
“Yes.” I nod. “Definitely.” I start to drop to my knees, but he grabs me by the elbows, stopping me.
“Not like that. Not for you.” Releasing me, he tosses a cushion from the couch onto the floor.
“Thank you.” I kneel on it. Digging my fingers into the fabric of his boxers, I hear him draw in a swift breath and watch his abs go taut. My heart races in anticipation as I lower his boxers along with his jeans. His cock springs free, a bead of his pre-cum glistening on the slit.
“That’s for me.” I lick it and glance up at him as I swallow.
“Fuck.” He wraps my hair around his fist, bringing my mouth back to him. He tastes salty and warm. I swirl my tongue around the engorged crown. Wetness soaks my panties as I weigh his balls. He groans and thrusts deeper into my mouth. My clit throbs. It excites me that I’m turning him on. “Fuck, that feels good, babe.” He fucks his cock so deeply into my mouth that I gag. Tears stream from my eyes, but I keep sucking until he stops me.
“That’s enough,” he says roughly, yet thrusts one more time as if he can’t quite help himself. Then he pulls out and gently helps me rise. I swipe my tongue across my swollen lips. My mouth is only inches from his. His shortened breaths mingle with my own.
“I want to kiss you.” He stares at my mouth, his gaze dark and fiery. “I need to taste myself. Suck your tongue like you sucked my cock.”
“No.” Somehow, I manage to refuse him. Tears burning behind my eyes, I want what he wants. I desperately want to feel his mouth on mine, but a kiss is the only thing I haven’t given him. Once he has gained that last part of me, will his hunger be satisfied?
“Okay,” he says, but irritation flashes in his gaze. It doesn’t seem like it’s okay, but he stays with me. He doesn’t walk away. “Getting undressed.”
He removes his boots, jeans, and shirt. The rasp of my own zipper lowering seems loud when the only other sound is our rapid breathing. Coming to me fully nude and as confident as he is onstage, he tugs down my jeans, getting them past my thighs. I do the rest and blush. It’s embarrassing how wet I am.
“I wanted to take off your clothes,” I admit, playing with the silver chain looped around his strong neck.
“Another time.” He sweeps his gaze over me. I burn for him. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groans.
I feel beautiful with him looking at me like that.
“Let’s get you in my bed.” Lifting me, he carries me to his bunk. He lays me on it like I’m precious and then climbs over me.
“You feel so good.” I reach for him. Grabbing the ends of his hair, I tug. “Fuck me, Bo. Please.”
“Just what I had in mind.” He positions his cock at my opening. I gasp at the intrusion and then sigh blissfully from the fullness when he’s all the way in. He withdraws just a little, rotates his hips, and watches for my reaction.
“Oh, Bo,” I whimper as he hits that perfect spot inside me. Eyes fluttering closed, stars dance behind my lids. “More.” I lift my hips, taking him deeper.
“Yes, more.” He fucks me hard, then harder as I race my hands all over him. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I can’t get enough of him either.
“Look at me,” he demands, suddenly going still while his cock is buried deep inside me.
“Yes, Bo.” I open my eyes. “It’s never like this with anyone.” He pulls his cock almost all the way out and drives it back inside me again as if to emphasize his point. “Not ever. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Tears slip from my eyes. This man can practically read my mind and says just what I need to hear. We both know he’s had countless women, but he wants me to know that I’m the only one who makes him feel like this. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good.” He nods once, his brown hair falling into his incredible eyes. I comb it back, gazing intently at him, giving him a glimpse of all I feel for him. “Baby,” he says hoarsely, seeming to get it. With his hands underneath my ass, he lifts me into his next deep stroke. He groans as he fucks me, squeezing my ass cheeks hard enough to bruise, but I love it. It means his passion for me makes him lose control, and I want to wear those marks everywhere.
“Oh, Bo, yes.” My breasts bounce from the force of his possession. My nipples tingle. The heat in me rises higher with each perfectly timed thrust. Through the fire and the wildness, I keep my eyes on him. I try to hold back, try not to give him all of me, but I fail. There’s no control when you fall, and I fall. I fall so hard for him. Rocketing to the peak, I ignite. I crash dive into the center of the sun, and I come apart.
“Peace.” He stiffens and comes apart with me. Whispering my name repeatedly, his release prolongs my own. I spin in space, weightless with ecstasy, but not alone, he’s with me. His voice is the song I follow home. He puts the broken pieces of me back together. He brings me back to myself. It’s not his music that saves me. It’s him. He’s the one who makes me whole.