“For God’s sake, Sax. I think we are both grown up enough to handle sleeping in the same room.”
She might be. I’m not.
“At least come and get a shower,” she added, cutting into my silence.
A shower does sound good.
Sighing, I nodded. Slamming the door of the van shut, I followed her over to her room. My eyes wandered over her ass as she stood in front of me, fiddling with the lock. My cock twitched at the sight of her creamy white thighs.
God, those shorts are fucking short.
“You can shower first. I have to email my friend,” she said, walking over to the bed furthest from the door. Twin beds. No, bad, bad idea.
I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. The shower was over a bath and rusty as hell, but the water was hot and that was all I really needed. As steam filled the stuffy little room, I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the tub.
God, yes. Just like that, all my frustration melted away. It was amazing what a hot shower could do for a foul mood. I reached for the bottle of body wash and squeezed a generous amount into my hand, soaping my body up into a lather.
Thank God there were only a few days left on this damn tour, because I was just about at my breaking point with Micah. Seeing her every second of the day was killing me. I couldn’t believe I’d done something as stupid as kissing her—especially in a situation such as this, where we couldn’t get away from each other.
But that kiss had been fucking amazing. I felt my cock harden against my hand as I soaped myself up. Resting my arm against the wall of the shower, I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and began to milk it up and down. Closing my eyes, I stifled a groan as I pictured her sitting out there on the bed in those tiny little shorts. She had no fucking idea how badly I wanted to tug them down and feel myself inside her.
“Fuck, yeah,” I muttered as my rhythm sped up. How good would her mouth feel wrapped around my cock? Would she suck hard, or move nice and slow, building up the tension inside of me until I couldn’t take it anymore?
My fingers pressed against the tiles as my body began to tense. I was close. So fucking close. My fingers moved furiously over my throbbing shaft
. With every pump I was sure it would be the last until I finally released. I gasped, my muscles clenching as the last of the orgasm surged through me.
I washed myself again, not sure whether I should be feeling ashamed or relieved about what I’d just done. She was sitting no more than ten feet away from me with only a wall separating us, and had no idea that I’d just jacked myself off while thinking about her.
Think about her all you want so long as you don’t go there.
After I had dressed, I walked back into the room. I couldn’t look her in the eye—not without risking another hard-on. “Thanks,” I mumbled, heading for the door.
“For God’s sake, Sax, just stay in the damn room or I swear I’ll sleep outside on the footpath.” She shook her head, frustrated. “It’s not like we have to share a bed this time. And don’t worry, I’m pretty sure I can control myself.”
But I’m not sure I can. Especially when you look at me like that.
“Fine,” I said, gritting my teeth.
***
We arrived at the Crimson Bar just before nine. The guys weren’t due to start until nine thirty, but the extra half hour was always needed to set up, run sound tests, and get a feel for the crowd. I glanced around the deserted parking lot. Not that it looked like we had that much of a crowd to worry about.
I went inside as the guys unloaded the equipment. My contact there was a guy named Ben. After asking a few people, I was directed to a man who looked to be in his fifties, standing behind the bar.
“You’re from the band,” he said, as I walked over.
I nodded. “Saxon Waite. I’m the manager for Resurrection.” I glanced around the empty bar as he let out an embarrassed laugh.
“We’ve had some issues with the health and safety department. They’ve closed us down for tonight. It’s just a fuckload of bullshit, but I can’t open this place until I get through the red tape.”
Fucking great.
“Well, that sucks,” I muttered. I rubbed my jaw, trying to think of our next move. We had two nights booked at this dive. If this guy couldn’t guarantee us a show for tomorrow night and the next at least, should we stay, or just head on to Vegas early?
“Look, I’ll cover the costs of the show as promised if you wouldn’t mind sticking it out until I get this sorted. You guys have quite the following here, and I’ll have some very pissed off customers if I can’t deliver.”
I nodded slowly. “We’re staying at the motel just outside of town. If you can cover our costs, then we’re even, okay?”