Horse
Iwas so fucking stressed out. LA’s load in was complicated. It was a huge venue, and it was outdoors so we needed every single element we traveled with. My crew was tired because we were getting toward the end of the tour and something comes over people when the tour is almost over. They start partying too hard and sleeping less and the work gets harder. Happens every time, but none of that was my problem. I was freaking the fuck out because when I woke up, Sarah was gone.
Just gone. When I left her the night before, I went back to my bunk feeling worried. I stayed awake for hours planning exactly what I was going to say when I got her alone. In fact, I decided that I was going to get up and drag her off the bus and find somewhere to be truly alone because I was done with this friendship shit. Sarah was my woman. Period. I hadn't really wanted anything for myself since Garett died, but now I did. I wanted her. Nothing else mattered.
And, of course, that showed. We were not ready for tonight. Not even close. We still had time, but I continued to be distracted no matter what I was doing. I was constantly checking my phone to see if she was back onsite looking for me. I needed to see her. I needed to make sure that she understood how I felt. I hated how we left things.
The biggest roadblock in front of me was a broken amp. Sometimes when we traveled, shit broke. Normally, we had a spare, but since we were nearing the end of the tour, we’d already used the spare. Gwen thought that she could get it up and running but Stew wasn’t so sure. So, it was up to me to call it: send Gwen out to buy a new amp and have someone take over her responsibilities or let Gwen try to fix it.
“It’s broken,” Stew said. “We need to send her out.”
“Alright, so who’s savvy enough to check and tune the guitars?” I asked.
“You are, boss.”
I hadn’t picked up a guitar in years. Other than Stew and Sarah, I wasn’t sure anyone on the team even knew I could play one. “Who else?”
“Kat or Sarah,” he said flatly with a soft smile.
“Fuck you.”
Stew chuckled to himself. Then his gaze drifted over my shoulder and I could tell I’d lost his attention. I turned to see what was going on behind me and got an eyeful of so much Sarah. She looked like she was already dressed for the show, wearing a black leather mini skirt, an Austin City Limits t-shirt that had some kind of sparkles on it, and her cowboy boots. Her thighs were bare and my fingers literally ached to touch them. Fuck, after last night, I was not going to be civilized around her anymore. My mouth was watering and my dick was hard.
I mumbled to Stew, “Man, I need a minute.”
“Hopefully Gwen will be back in time,” he snarked at my back.
Sarah headed toward me and I headed toward her. When we got close, she said, “You wanted to talk?”
“Yeah,” I managed to get out.
“Maybe privately,” she suggested, her voice low and smoldering.
Jesus, yes.
I took her hand and pulled her along behind me, desperately scanning my memories for somewhere, anywhere in this damn amphitheater where we might be alone. I pulled her backstage and down the ramp to the area where the electrical and janitorial rooms were. It wasn’t sexy, but it would do.
“Here,” she said, pulling me into the meter room.
As we went through the door, I glanced behind me to see if anyone was watching and felt relief seeing that there was absolutely no one in the hall. We were completely alone. At this point, I would shout it from the treetops that I adored her, but I was still worried about what being with me would mean for her.
I started to speak. “Sarah, about last night…”
She silenced my words with her mouth, pushing me back into the door. She was ravenous, coming at me like a fever. Yeah, okay. We didn’t need to talk. I was good.
Quickly, her hands were up under my shirt, and she was running her nails over my abs and my waist. Her lips moved to my neck, and then she spoke.
“Can I touch you now?” she asked, clearly being saucy, toying with the button of my jeans. I was crazy about this woman. I knew she’d been upset, but now she wasn’t, and somehow, she was washing away what happened between us by reusing the moment and making it dirty. She was clever and talented, and I was the luckiest schmuck on the planet that she wanted me.
“Fuck, yes,” I said, pushing her hands out of the way to open my jeans. She giggled as she reached down, grabbing ahold of my dick that was still encased in my underwear. Her hand on me was like fucking heaven, even with the cotton between us. She stroked up and down, and I was already so worked up that I had to stop her for a second.
“Wait, wait.” I reached down and held her hand still. “Babe, you get me so worked up,” I lamented. “And I don’t want to come in my fucking shorts like a prepubescent teenager. Just give me a minute.”
Beneath my hand, her grip on my dick got tighter. “But what if I want you to come?” she cooed.
“Oh, I’m gonna. I promise,” I said, capturing her mouth again. She released my dick and stepped back. Instinctually, my body leaned toward her as she moved out of my reach.
She pouted. “But if you’re not going to come now, then what am I going to do?”
I was going to say not to worry, I’d think of something, but Sarah pulled her t-shirt over her head, and then she was standing there in front of me in that same black lace bra she’d been wearing in the hotel room all those weeks ago. Only this time, her rosy nipples were pushing against the fabric, begging for my mouth and there was a square foil package tucked into one of the cups—a condom. Oh, holy hell, she wanted me to fuck her. She came prepared. Talk about good fucking news. She looked so innocent and pretty standing there beckoning me with her unbridled desire. I wanted her more than breathing. There was no stopping me now. I was going to make her mine.
Even though I was desperate to rush toward her and get my hands on her skin, I liked that she was being playful, so I played along. “You got panties to match that pretty little bra?” I asked.
“Hmm,” she bit her bottom lip, “Maybe you should come and find out.” Behind her, there was a big old desk that didn’t seem to have any purpose at all, but I was about to give it one. I skulked toward her, backing up until she was pressed against the edge of the desk. I wrapped myself around her like an octopus. My tongue in her mouth, one hand on her breast, another on her ass. I pulled her toward me and pressed her against my cock.
The hand I had on her ass trailed down to her thigh as my mouth drifted to her collarbone. Pushing back the cup of her bra, I grabbed the condom and put it to the side, and then I pulled her nipple into my mouth and her head dropped back, releasing a moan. “That is incredible,” she groaned. “I can feel all the little whiskers of your beard. Oh, God, it’s”—she shuddered—“incredible.”
I pushed my hand up under her skirt and encountered her bare ass. I drifted higher, looking for a thong and found nothing. Oh, fuck, another delightfully sneaky surprise. She was bare. She came to me with no fucking panties on. My cock throbbed with that knowledge.
Above me, she giggled. “Do they match? My panties?”
She was so silly and sweet, but I was past cute. I was past communication. I was a bull seeing red and the only thing I wanted was my mouth on her hot little pussy.
Abruptly, I picked her up and pushed away her skirt in one move. Landing her bare ass hard on the surface behind her, I commanded, “Spread your legs. I’m fucking hungry.”