Chapter 16
MADDY
THE PAST – JULY – 11 MONTHS AGO
ME: You around? I’m in NYC. At hotel. Waiting for TV interview.
Slip: We’re at photoshoot. Waiting for photographer who’s stuck in traffic.
Me: You wearing leather? Love you in leather.
Slip: Yes. You in leather mini? Total boner.
Me: I’ll buy one.
Slip: You in nothing? Even better.
Me: You between my legs even better still.
Slip: I’ll book the next flight.
Me: No. Long days ahead. Too hungover.
Slip: Saw your snaps. Big night?
Me: Huge night. Geraldine’s birthday. We had a blast.
Slip: Who’s we? Just the girls from your show?
Me: Yep. Gerry, Lotti, Carmel, and Wanda. And the guys—Kwan, Dre, and Mills.
Slip: Mills? Your on-screen boyfriend?
Me: Yes. Top guy. Fun. Breath stinks like cherry cola.
Slip: The sooner you break up with him on the show, the better.
Me: You jealous?
Slip: I don’t like you kissing anyone other than me. You’re mine.
Me: We’re still just hooking up.
Slip: No, we’re not. Once you finish promo we’re telling everyone.
Me: What about the girl you were photographed with at that club the other night?
Slip: Just a fan. Nothing happened. No kisses. No BJs. Nothing.
Me: What about tour? Don’t you want to be single? Be with other girls?
Slip: Nope. Just you. Haven’t been with anyone else since we met.
Me: Same.
Slip: So, can we kill using condoms?
Me: Whoa. That’s a big step.
Slip: It is. But you’re it, Mads.
Me: Wow.
Slip: You’re on the pill, right?
Me: Yes. Have been since I was 17.
Slip: Cool. I don’t want no babies. Or STIs.
Me: STIs? From me? LOL. FYI I don’t want any of the above either.
Slip: I tested clean last December. Want proof?
Me: No. But can I think about this?
Slip: Sure. Just thinking about going bare has given me a semi.
Me: Really?
Slip: Yep. You in LA next Friday? R U coming to Duke’s gig?
Me: Hope so. Depends on Mom. If she’s okay, I’ll come out.
Slip: We need to catch up.
Me: I know. But busy in LA with work too that weekend.
Slip: Don’t care if it’s only for an hour. I want to fuck you for real instead of jerking off to pictures of you.
Me: You do that?
Slip: Every day. Would prefer to have a picture of you naked. But the one of you in that tight red mini at our launch party gets me totally off.
Me: You liked that dress?
Slip: Fuck yes. Now I am hard.
Me: Aren’t you about to have a shoot?
Slip: Yep. Better go beat one out. Send me a photo? Video? A pic of your tits would be awesome. Or your pussy. Naked, even better.
Me: No way. Not going to have those images leak on the Internet.
Slip: My phone is secure and encrypted. My eyes only. Guaranteed.
Me: You send me a dick pic first.
Slip: You want one?
Me: Sure. I have every inch of your cock memorized, but a picture would help for bedtime.
Slip: Fuck. I want to watch you touch yourself. I’d get off on that. Now I really need to slap the stallion. Hold on.
Me: Slip?
Slip: ...
...
This do?
I opened the image he sent. Oh my fucking lord! His hand was wrapped around his long, thick cock. The head glistened. I licked my lips, wanting to taste him on my tongue. My thighs clenched. My pussy quivered. Hmmm. It had only been two weeks since I’d seen him, but I ached to be with him again.
Me: WOW!
Slip: Your turn.
Me: Let’ s FaceTime.
Stretched out on my hotel bed, I switched to a video call. As he pumped his cock, I shoved my hand down my pants and touched myself. I got off on watching him. Listening to his voice, his moans. Him. So freaking hot! I didn’t know what it was about Slip, but I loved every experience. Every crazy, dirty thing he did and said to me drove my body wild.
And damn . . . he wanted to do away with condoms.
Could I do that? Trust him?
Yes, we liked each other and had fun, but I was scared. Scared that we were in too deep. Worried that he wouldn’t be faithful. He’d always reassured me and seemed to trust me completely. But me? I’d trusted him with many things...just not my heart.
After what I’d been through, it was hard to do that again.
If we could stay a secret forever, I wouldn’t have to admit out loud how much I was into him. I wouldn’t have to put my heart on the line.
But shit . . . that was a problem.
My heart was already in trouble.