Gia
Damn straight she was mine. The problem was she didn’t know it yet.
Chapter Seven
Gia
During the first five minutes back on the bus to pick out his clothes, I laid on his bed and fantasized about lying beneath him while he pressed himself inside me. The thought sent chills racing down my spine to crash into my throbbing girly bits. What would having sex with Abel be like? He was long, but would it be lasting? Just seeing him hard in his jeans made it obvious that a girl would feel him for days after the event.
I opened his bedside drawer to put a box of condoms in it only to find there were already two there. My heart did a sad little flip knowing that some other woman would feel this bed rock tonight. I had my chance and I passed it up. Even though he said it wasn’t over, I knew it would be the minute some blonde babe flashed her boobs. Sex went hand in hand with touring. I’d been on the heathens’ bus for a day and Scott had already been with two women. One he let on the bus at our first meal stop. The second was her friend that got on when we stopped for gas.
These guys had no shame. I finally climbed in the junk bunk, the space where they threw their extra stuff, and put in my headphones to muffle out the endless stream of fuck me baby and harder you bastard.
Toby never stopped playing his base and I was an exhausted mess by the time we got to Dallas.
Seeing Abel was like seeing sunshine for the first time in my life. He looked damn good. Almost hot chocolate with extra whipped topping good. And when he smiled, I wanted to smack myself upside the head for leaving his bus.
The last hour was spent making sure everything he needed was there. I managed to duck out of the bus just before Abel entered. How was I supposed to get through a month of him when a day made my knees weak and my panties wet?
Back on the jungle bus, I shuffled the guys out the door until silence fell over me. My plan was to straighten up the pigsty and then get a nap while they played on stage. Surely, Abel wouldn’t need me while he was performing.
After disposing two trash bags of liquor bottles and putting a load of smelly clothes in the washer, I sank into my bunk for a nap that was quickly ended with a text from Abel.
Some babysitter you are… Do you always leave your charge alone? Come to the stage, I need you.
A
Without much sleep, I was testy.
You’re a grown man, and I’m not your babysitter. We established that fact already. What do you need?
My heart beat wildly. I already knew what he was going to type even though it wasn’t true.
You!
Yep, I’d pegged that one spot on. I rolled to my feet and checked myself in the mirror. Why Abel Kincaid had to play with my emotions, I couldn’t understand. He told me I was gorgeous. My reflection told me different. On a good day, I was attractive. On a day like today, I barely passed as human.
My cheeks pinked when I pinched them. I slicked on a bit of gloss and combed my hair. Just as I stepped off the bus, I got another text.
You coming?
Deciding to give Abel some of what he dished out, I responded.
No doubt you have some skills but long distance orgasms aren’t one of them. I didn’t even feel a tingle.
I hovered over the send key for a minute before I pushed it. As soon as I did, I wanted to reach out and grab it back, but it was already gone and no doubt read by the sexy singer.
I flashed my badge to the security at the gate. Beyond the fence, a dozen or more women pressed themselves to the chain link to get a glimpse of anyone. Their groans proved I wasn’t their first choice.
Never had I been behind the scenes of a concert. I’d spend my time behind a desk. Boxes of equipment lined the walls. Rows of instruments stood side by side like obedient soldiers waiting for their turn to enter musical combat.
Off to the side was Scott. I’d recognized him by the fact that his pants hung at the bottom of his legs and he was screwing a woman to the beat Jess pounded on the base drum.
I’d never been a voyeur, but I was envious of the look of bliss on the woman’s face.
“It’s like a porno set here,” I said to myself. When I turned around, I came face to chest with Abel. I knew it was him because he smelled like spiced cider. When I looked up into his eyes my knees buckled. His hands reached out to steady me.
“Sex addict. He’s had therapy twice, but each time he’s fucked the doctor so he hasn’t been successful in his recovery.”