Close the door when you want privacy
Brynn
One Week Later
My skin hummed with the leftover adrenaline after an incredible show.
It was always this way after I performed, like my skin was covered in buzzing bees without the threat of stinging.
Just that intense rumbling hum. Tonight’s show had been even more of a high than the past handful because the audience was feeling every song in a way that raised the energy in the venue.
I knew just based on how I was practically vibrating that my usual nighttime routine wouldn’t be enough.
I’d told myself I wouldn’t fantasize about Wyatt anymore, but my guard was down and I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d look like completely naked.
Between my legs. On top of me. Any position would suffice.
God, I bet this man was totally the kind of guy who would give a woman multiple orgasms.
While I personally had never experienced multiples with a partner, there was something about Wyatt Jones that told me he’d deliver in spades. Maybe it was the confident way he carried himself, the slight swagger in his walk, even when his face was serious and he was all business.
What would it take to make him crack the tough facade?
We walked silently down the hall to my suite, the sound of our shoes brushing against the carpet and the ding of an elevator the only noises around.
It was the first time we weren’t surrounded by my entourage.
Usually, I’d have Stella and her assistant with me.
Sometimes it would be members of my band if we needed to fix things before the next show, or my tour manager, or any number of my staff.
But tonight it was just Wyatt and me. For some reason, that made my heart giddy like I was being walked home by a date.
How ridiculous was that?
He had a room in my suite because it was part of Carmichael Security’s procedures that he be close to me at all times, but he was always awake when I went to bed and dressed and ready by the time I woke up, so I wasn’t sure if he even used the room.
Stella hadn’t been feeling well, so I’d made her go lie down, and everything had gone so smoothly tonight that most of my backup dancers and band were out partying.
Wyatt hadn’t felt confident about security while barhopping, and I hadn’t fought him—or explained that I was never invited to those things anyway—since a night soaking in a bubble bath sounded infinitely better than going out.
We reached my suite, and he stopped right by the side of my door, allowing me to brush my keycard against the lock.
It clicked and I pushed it open and stepped inside, pausing right past the threshold like he’d trained me to do—whether I opened the door or he did, I always had to wait at the entryway so he could do his thing.
He was right behind me and did a sweep of the suite before he came back into the living room and gave me a nod.
“I need to step out to make a call, so I’ll be right outside the suite if you need me.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling suddenly shy which, again, was ridiculous. I’d run circles around men in my industry and was a powerhouse. I hadn’t felt shy around a guy since I was fourteen.
I needed to do something about these feelings that had me behaving completely out of character.
Without another word to Wyatt, I went to my room and straight through to the attached bathroom.
I started the water, then poured in my favorite hibiscus bubble bath I’d gotten on a trip to Hawaii once and had fallen instantly in love with.
While the tub filled with hot, bubbly water, I stripped out of my clothes and then padded out to my suitcase to grab my favorite travel-sized bullet vibrator that thankfully was waterproof.
If I couldn’t get multiple orgasms from my hunk of a bodyguard, then I needed to give them to myself so I’d stop losing my head around him and could focus on business. Plus, I’d learned my orgasms could be even more intense when I was running on post-show adrenaline.
The water was borderline too hot, but I slowly submerged my body anyway.
The burn of the heated water made my muscles tighten before releasing their tension.
Sagging against the rounded back of the oversized tub, I took my first relaxed breath all day.
Maybe longer. My body became a limp noodle as the warmth seeped into my bones, and the water level rose until the bubbles covered my full breasts.
I turned off the water by pushing the handle up with my toes.
I was too relaxed to lean forward and use my hands.
But not too relaxed to forget the plans I had or ignore the way all my adrenaline was moving to that pleasure spot between my legs as my anticipation grew.
I turned the vibe on with one hand and ran it slowly—seductively—around one breast, then the other.
My nipples beaded painfully tight when I brushed the lowest vibration over them and imagined it was Wyatt’s lips brushing over them.
My clit pulsed with need between my legs, and a sense of urgency made my heart beat faster.
I wasn’t sure how much time I’d have before Wyatt returned.
Moving the vibe down my stomach and across the trimmed strip of hair there, I finally reached my clit.
My back arched slightly as I sucked in a sharp breath, the feeling gentle, but still intense after going so long without an orgasm.
I hadn’t had sex in months, and I hadn’t self-pleasured myself in weeks because of everything we’d been dealing with between the stalker and my tour.
I needed this. I needed the kind of release I could only get with a good orgasm.
With one press on the side button, I increased the intensity and tossed back my head as pleasure coiled tight in my stomach.
“Oh God,” I moaned, closing my eyes and pulling up the fantasy that had played on repeat in my dreams every night for the past week.
Wyatt kissed down my neck, murmuring against my skin. “Fuck, you’re incredible. You’re going to be a good girl and take my big, thick cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“It’s going to be a tight fit, but I know you can do it.”
“Mmm,” I moaned.
His fingers moved down to rub small, gentle circles over my throbbing clit. “So wet for me.”
“All for you.”
“Mm, you have no idea what that does to me, to know you get this wet for me. I can’t wait to taste this sweet pussy. It’s my pussy now, isn’t it?”
“Yesss,” I stuttered as he replaced his finger with his mouth, sucking on my clit until stars burst across my vision.
“Wyatt,” I moaned louder than I meant to as my back arched off the white porcelain of the tub and my orgasm crashed over me. It was fitting that I came so quickly, since even my dreams hadn’t gotten me to feel his cock.
The aftershocks pulsed through me, each one making my breath ragged until I finally found the strength to turn off the vibe and drop it over the side of the tub onto the small, plush towel I’d put down.
Then a groan came from my bedroom and I sat up, staring through the bathroom door I’d left open to where Wyatt stood in the doorway of my bedroom—a door I had definitely forgotten to close.
Oh shit.
Wyatt and I stared at each other, the tension arcing across the room so thick, you could cut through it with a knife.
My heart jackhammered in my chest. No, no, no.
He was never supposed to see me. The layout of that room had the door only a handful of feet from a direct view into the bathroom.
He could see everything above the surface of the water—thank God for thick bubbles blocking the rest of his view.
But there was no way he’d missed me dropping my vibrator onto the towel.
I held my breath, staring at him and waiting for him to say something. Anything.
His eyes narrowed and without a word, he spun around, slamming the door closed behind him. I stared where he’d just been as the water cooled around me, but my cheeks were hot enough to keep me warm as mortification washed over me like a tidal wave.
What the fuck just happened?