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I figured we should do it quickly if we were going to do it. Then there would be less chance of getting caught. So I reached for the button on the top of his pants. His lips were on my ear again. “What are you in such a hurry for? Feel the music.” He kissed my neck then and said, “Let it take you places.”

Well, who was I to argue? So I said, “Fine. I’m letting you drive then.” Apparently, I was too impatient and not well suited to sex in a public place. I was too worried about if someone would see us or if I would climax at that moment in between songs and everyone in the entire venue would hear me. So I felt taut from head to toe—and not in a good way. But I was going to trust him and try to relax and even enjoy myself.

As he licked my neck and moved down to the vee in my shirt, continuing to kiss his way down, I rested my head against the cool brick and wrapped a leg around his. I wanted him up close so I could feel him, and I hoped the friction between our bodies would heat me back up again. His lips weren’t hurting. Then he returned them to my mouth and buried me in one of his classic slow, deep kisses, and that’s when I experienced what he was trying to tell me about—getting in the zone with the music.

Yeah…it was hot. I could feel the music pouring through my body, and his kisses were arousing. Those two things together made me primed in no time. And that’s when I felt his fingers on my zipper, and his lips back on my neck. I allowed myself a glance around the space, and I saw no one and no movement.

I took that as my cue to help myself, and I started unzipping his pants too. He was reaching for his wallet, so I knew that meant it was time. God, I could feel the bass drum pounding in my chest, the twin guitars screaming in my ears, and they set my body on fire. I was ready to feel Clay inside me once more.

In the almost dark of the backstage area, I saw him sheath his cock, and I expected he would hold me up again, but instead he had his hand wrapped around his penis, and he spat on himself. It took me a second to figure out what he was doing, but he was going to use his cock like a finger, rubbing it into my slit. And oh…it was like a natural lubricant so he could glide over me. I let out a long, heavy sigh that I knew he couldn’t hear, but he felt so good up against me. We both moved out bodies in a way that made it easiest to connect, but we were both bent at the knees, and my pants were damned constricting. Pulling them down farther just made it worse, though, so I stopped messing with them and just enjoyed how he felt against me.

I could tell he was getting off as much as I was because he quit kissing me, instead focusing on the intense feelings grabbing him below. At that point my fingers were wrapped around the longish hair at the base of his neck, and I was probably pulling it too hard, but he didn’t seem to mind. And when I came, I placed my open mouth on his shoulder in case I had to muffle my cries at any moment.

And that’s when he shoved himself inside me, lifting my legs up and driving himself home. My fingers then dug into his back just below his neck, and I became a quivering heap. He came shortly after and I could feel his heavy breathing against my neck. It wasn’t but a few seconds later that the song onstage ended, and the singer started talking to the audience. As soon as they started playing their next song, I started laughing.

Clay placed me back on the floor, and I could barely see the huge grin on his face. In my ear, he asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. I just…feel like laughing. Endorphins, I guess. I feel better than I ever have in my whole life.”

Then he laid another passionate kiss on me. “Shit—you don’t know what that does for my ego. Ready to get out of here?”

Yeah, I was, and I hoped the audience area was dark enough that no one would be able to see the ridiculous grin on my face, because if they did, I suspected they’d figure out exactly what I’d been up to. And I felt quite satisfied.





Chapter Thirty-one



TWO NIGHTS LATER, we were in another state, another town, and I’d lost track of where we were in our schedule. Halfway done with the tour maybe? All I know is I never wanted it to end.

Again, I woke up in Clay’s arms. He was out cold, so I rolled over and just looked at him. God, he looked so peaceful, but he was hot. The piercings, the tattoos, the longish hair. He was a sexy guy, and every time I looked at him, I felt so lucky.

I decided to go ahead and get my shower and makeup and all that good stuff out of the way, but I had to go to the other room to get my shit. I texted Brad, as per our usual custom, to ask if I could come by and shower. It took him longer than usual to respond and, when he did, it was in person. He popped out of the room and met me in the hall.

I was grinning. “Look at you.” Jesus…Brad was and always would be a good-looking guy, and apparently some woman had snagged him for the evening. Frankly, I found that refreshing that Mr. Restraint had experienced a moment of weakness. He frowned. Okay, so that wasn’t good. “What?”

He looked a little…embarrassed, something I’d never seen from Brad. Ever. I could tell he was clenching his jaw. “Would it be too big an imposition to ask you to come back in a while?”

I tried to force myself not to smile wider. “I’ll do you one better. Can you just bring me my suitcase? I think I have everything else I need.” Like my phone. Everything else I had with me was in that stupid suitcase, including the dirty laundry I was going to have to wash soon.

He nodded and I saw hope in his eyes. “Be right back.”

I’ll admit it. I tried to peek in and see what girl had actually caught Brad’s eye enough to share his bed. And…oh, shit. Was that a pang of jealousy? No…it couldn’t be. And, besides, I had no right. None whatsoever.

Brad came back out, my luggage in hand. “What the hell do you have in here, Valerie? Lead?” I laughed. “Seriously…you need me to carry it?”

“No. I’ve got it. It has a handle and wheels.”

“Okay. And, uh…thanks.”

I couldn’t stop the smile this time. “So what’s gotten into you, Brad?”

He grinned back in spite of himself. “I got needs, Val, just like any other guy.”

“I know. Just givin’ you shit. You know I respect the hell out of you, right?”

He cocked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. He pondered it for a minute and then said, “I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

I pulled the handle out of my suitcase and started rolling down the hall. “Well, don’t let it get to your head. Get back to your lady friend.”

I peeked back and smiled, and I could tell he wanted to say something else but he couldn’t find the words. I waved as I turned the corner.

When I got back to Clay’s room, I rapped lightly on the door. I hadn’t thought this through. What a dumbass. I had no way of knowing for sure that I could get back in. I knocked one more time and decided I’d just sit on the floor and lean up against the wall to wait for Clay to let me in, but then he opened the door. Poor thing. He looked tired.

“What’re you doing out there?”

“Long story.” I walked in through the door with my luggage. “Do you care if I shower here?”

“Why would I care?” I shrugged, feeling shy. “Can I watch?”

I laughed. “You can join me.”

He kissed me on the nose. “Seriously…why don’t you just bring your stuff to my room anyway? You know, to begin with. We both know you’re gonna wind up here anyway, right? I don’t care if you do all your shit here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He was holding me close, and he squeezed my ass. “Especially if I can watch.”

* * *

A day later we were playing at another venue. We’d been sleeping as late as possible, and I was glad for that, because performances were exhausting for me, but the sex was even more vigorous and tiring, and no way was I giving that up. I didn’t know how long Clay and I would be together, but I knew things would change—for better or worse—once we got back home, so I wanted to enjoy it while I could.

Last Five Seconds finished loading their equipment, and we were down to the obligatory hanging around to watch Spanky’s Kids perform. I didn’t know about everyone else, but I had memorized both the other bands songs (even if not all the words) and the order in which they played them. Sure, every night was a little different, but the shine was off. We’d settled into a routine. It was still exciting but becoming predictable.

Clay found me in the mosh pit and grabbed my hand. “Come with me.” He smiled at me and said, “Love your outfit tonight, by the way.” I knew he was talking about the tight black vinyl miniskirt. I usually wore pants or jeans onstage but thought the skirt would feel cooler and more comfortable. Of course, having Clay like it was a nice unexpected side effect.

Just outside he held me up against the wall and planted one hell of a kiss on my lips. Then he held a little tablet up to my mouth. “Here.”