Chapter 16 #2
Someone comes in the breakroom behind Jen and she angles her phone away so they can’t see the screen.
“Who are you talking to this time?” I hear the voice ask…the male voice.
Adam.
Jen’s eyes flash wide. Although we’re exclusive, no one in her life outside our group knows we’re together because she’s still trying to hold on to some semblance of a “normal” life.
But when I see this douchebag start teasing her, trying to get her phone by tickling her for fuck’s sake, I snap.
“She’s talking to her boyfriend so I’m going to ask you one time to stop putting your fucking hands all over my girlfriend.”
Jen drops the phone and doesn’t recover it quickly enough. Suddenly I’m face to face with Douchebag Adam.
“What the fuck?” he says with wide eyes.
I swear to God, if I never hear that phrase again, it’ll be too fucking soon.
“Jennifer, why is Sloan Alexander on your Facetime?”
I want to yell at the motherfucker, but this is a moment of truth, so I hold my tongue and wait for Jen’s answer.
“Because he’s my boyfriend,” she says, clearly annoyed. “And if you’ll excuse me, you’re interrupting our conversation.”
“That’s quite an upgrade from the last guy. Wait…you’re dating Sloan Alexander? This Sloan Alexander?”
“Yep, I’m right here, buddy. Now could you please leave my girlfriend alone? I’ve been waiting all fucking day to talk to her.”
“Oh, yeah, sure, man. My bad. Hey, sick vocals by the way. How come you just started singing?”
“Adam!” Jen snaps. “My phone? I’m on break. You’re not. Go check on a patient or something.”
“Oh, and Adam,” I call his attention back to me before he goes.
He’s so focused on my words I don’t even think he knows his mouth is hanging open and drool is starting to collect by his lower lip.
“When Jen asks off, it’s because she needs a break, and you’re going to stop giving her shit for it.
Also, if you don’t keep your fucking hands to yourself, I’ll break them. ”
His eyes narrow briefly before he says, “Her last boyfriend said the same thing.”
“Then maybe you should fucking listen this time because unlike her last boyfriend, I’ll follow through on my threat and have my entire team of really expensive lawyers make sure I get away with it.”
He nods, still slightly starstruck, and then disappears. I hear a door open and close and then see my girlfriend’s beautiful face fill the screen again.
“You hear that, fellas?” I shout through the flimsy curtain. “Jennifer Hayes just outed herself as my girlfriend!”
“Congratulations for acknowledging what we’ve all known for months,” Noah deadpans from somewhere in the bus.
Jen’s laughing in the phone. “If you post this on social media, I will hunt you down, Sloan.”
“Is that a promise?” I ask, feeling my smile all the way to my toes as Jen smiles back at me. “How about the other thing?” I’m certain now more than ever that I want her under the same roof as me permanently.
“I’m still thinking about it, but you know what would sweeten the deal?” she says, wagging her eyebrows.
I flip the camera around so she can see my hand already wrapped around my cock. My poor girl is stuck on night shift at the hospital and I want to help her pass the time.
“Fuck, yes,” she groans. “God, this is the best kind of torture.”
“Anything for my woman.”
“I’ll admit I like the perks,” she whispers, her voice laced with desire while I keep working on pulling my release from my body as she watches. “Put your headphones on,” she says suddenly.
I reach over and pull them off the small peg next to my bed. I write here and often need to drown out other distractions, so I keep them handy. Slipping them on, I look down at the phone to see Jen pulling her earbuds case out of her scrub pocket and popping one of them in.
“I have to go in a second so we’re going to speed this up. Luckily for you, I know just the thing. Now tell me, Sloan, have you ever touched yourself like that and wished it was Luke’s hand?”
My eyes snap wide open. This isn’t where I thought she was taking this. “Just go with it. Think about the good memories,” she instructs, and I allow my eyes to flutter closed. “Now answer the question.”
“Yes. A long time ago,” I answer, pulling harder.
“Imagine it’s his hand pulling on your cock and I’m riding your face.”
“Oh fuck,” I pant. My bandmates can’t hear Jen, but they can hear me and I can’t drown out their chorus of “Goddammit, Sloan!”
“You want the best of both worlds, don’t you, baby?” Jen purrs through my headphones.
“Yes. Hell yes.”
I do. I’m tired of pretending I don’t. It’s exhausting spending so much energy trying not to think about Luke.
Me and Luke, Jen and Luke, all three of us together.
Once that fucking box was opened, I knew it was never going to close again.
I think that’s part of the reason I was so pissed that night at the club.
“I want you to make a mess of that hand and show me just how badly you want it.”
Another two pulls and I spill silently all over myself. Good thing there’s a hand towel next to the headphones.
Before I can say anything else, Jen blows a kiss into the phone. “I bought that new lingerie set you said you liked. And maybe a couple other things too. Come home soon.”
Tour has never dragged on for so long.