“Hey Diesel,” I called out when I was almost directly behind him.
He stopped and turned around when he heard. “Hey Lindsey, how are you?” Much to my surprise, he reached for me and gave me a hug.
“Good.” He released me and I pulled back. “Are you guys back?”
“Yeah, we got in a bit ago. The rest of the guys are at the bus.”
“It will be good to have you back. Everyone missed you.” I was dying to ask him about Cane.
“Man, it’s fucking great to be back. I didn’t realize how much I missed being on the road.” He scrubbed his face over his hand.
“Yeah, I bet,” I replied. I reached back and pulled on my ponytail. It was like I was having an awkward teenager moment with my crush’s best friend.
“Well, I gotta get back to the bus,” he said and I was relieved that this conversation was ending. “I’ll see you around.”
“Me too. Got a story to finish. Welcome back again,” I said.
“Good night.” He turned and began to walk back to his bus. Just as I was about to do the same, he turned around again. “Oh, and Lindsey, he’s gotten over his anger at you, so you should try to talk to him.”
I tried to keep the smile from breaking out too big on my face. “I will, thanks.” I wanted to skip back to my bus, but that would definitely be too obvious. I went inside to the small bathroom to wash my face before getting into my bunk. That story I told Diesel I had to finish would have to wait. I was too tired to form a coherent sentence. I would get up early and write it before my boss was even awake in California.
The last time I tried to talk to Cane, it didn’t go so well, but I was really hoping the accident had given him a fresh perspective about us. Diesel wouldn’t encourage me to go talk to him if he didn’t think Cane would be responsive, right? At least I hoped so. The two were best friends and I’m sure he knew him better than anyone.
I turned off the light in the bathroom and went to my bunk. I reached for my phone next to me and contemplated texting Cane. I typed up a text asking if he wanted to talk. I sat and looked at it for what seemed like forever before finally hitting sent. My heart was beating a million miles a minute and my mouth was so dry. I thought I might throw up.
This was it. This was going to be my last effort at trying to talk to Cane and figure out if we could have any sort of relationship. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted from him other than great sex. My nipples tightened at the memories of the way his hands and mouth felt on my body. Could we even have anything more? Could he give up his man-whoring ways?
I glanced at my phone to see if I missed his response. Still nothing. I rolled over in bed and fought back the tears as my eyes started to burn. I was being totally ridiculous and not much better than a teenager. It hadn’t even been that long since I texted him. He was probably busy talking to everyone since coming back.
Or he was fucking some whore.
I was startled by a knock on the bus door. Who the hell was that? I stayed perfectly still. I didn’t plan on going to see who it was. My goal was to make it through the next four weeks on this tour and then go back to LA to figure out what I was going to do with my life. I loved music but falling for musicians was not working so well for me and I wasn’t sure I would be able to resist them. It might be time to think about an industry change.
There was a knock on the door again, but this time it was louder. I threw my covers over my head. Fuck! Why couldn’t they take the hint that no one was going to answer the door?
“Lindsey, I know you’re in there. Open this fucking door!”
Holy shit! Cane was at the door!
I sat up in my bunk and grimaced when I hit the head on the ceiling. I rubbed my forehead with my hand and slid out of bed. I looked down at what I was wearing. I had on my favorite Hookers and Hand Grenades t-shirt and some tiny shorts. I had worn one of the three I had every night to bed since his accident. When I heard he had feeling back in his legs, I kept it up, thinking it was good luck. I was far from sexy, but I knew he would like that I was wearing his band t-shirt. Or maybe he was here to tell me to leave him alone.
He was pounding on the door now. “Lindsey, don’t make me break this door!”
“I’m coming!” I called out and hurried to the door. I pressed the button to open the door and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Cane standing there.
He was wearing ripped blue jeans and a white wife beater that showed off his tattoos. His hair was cut a little bit shorter than the last time I saw him and was messed up on top of his head. I wanted to reach out and thread my fingers in it. His piercing blue eyes were looking up at me and he had that lazy grin on his face that melted my panties.
“It’s about fucking time you open the door. What took you so long?” He stepped up into my bus, not giving me time to answer. “Do you have some guy in here?” He brushed past me and walked into the bus.
I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to protest but closed it. I took a deep breath. “Why would I text you if I had a guy here?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Good point,” he replied. “Sorry.”
“It’s ok. I was in bed – alone.” Given our rough beginning, I couldn’t blame him for wondering if I had someone here. If they ever wrote a book about our life or made a movie, it would be filled with a lot of drama.
We stood there awkwardly looking at each other for a minute. I wasn’t sure what to say. Other than being angry with me for not opening the door right away, he didn’t seem upset with me. Why was he here?
“Do you want to sit down?” I asked and motioned to the small couch on the bus.
“Sure,” he nodded and sat down on one end.
I sat on the other end, tucking my foot under me. I took a deep breath, taking in his scent. I always told Rebecca that Cane smelled like rock and roll. When she asked me what the hell that meant, I would shrug my shoulders and tell her it was a combination of cigarette smoke, weed, his soap, and sweat. She thought it was gross but I thought it was sexier than hell. It was taking all that was in me to not jump in his lap.
He leaned back and put his arm on the back of the couch. “I got your text.”
I nodded, not sure what to say.
“What do you want to talk about?”
I didn’t respond at first. There were a million thoughts running through my head and when I had sent that text, I had a whole speech planned out. Now that he was sitting less than five feet away from me, I couldn’t remember a damn word.
I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them to me. I rested my chin on the top of my knees. “I miss you,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He sighed and ran his hand through is already messy hair before leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. He didn’t say anything and my heart was in my throat waiting for his response.
He turned to look at me, pure lust written all over his face. “I missed you too.”
He reached for me and pulled me onto his lap. His mouth-attacked mine, kissing me with a fervor so great. He leaned back again and I wrapped my arms around his neck while I straddled him. I started to grind my hips against him, feeling his erection through our clothes. He was already so hard and the need to have him inside of me was overwhelming.
I tore my mouth from his, leaving both of us panting. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.
I threaded my fingers in his hair and tugged his head back a little bit. “Cane, I need you to fuck me.”
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Fuck, she was looking down at me with those green eyes, dark with desire, and there was no way I could refuse a request like that. She was rubbing her sexy body on me and I was rock hard. I wanted to rip off those tiny shorts of hers and bury myself deep into her wet warmth.
I didn’t say anything though. Instead I put my hands on either side of her face and pulled her back down to me to kiss her. I missed her taste. As much as I tried not to think about her, she con
sumed my thoughts. I thought about the way she felt and the way she would cry out my name when I made her come.
Diesel brought me some girls while I was in the hospital, but I wasn’t interested. They were hot enough and more than willing to do anything I wanted, but that wasn’t enough. Lindsey had wrecked me for the girls I was used to fucking and discarding daily. At first, I was angry with her for that. As time passed, the anger turned to passion, and all I thought about was getting back here to her.
Things between us were so fucked up. First the incident with Shaun and then my ‘wife’ showed up. I couldn’t wait to tell her that Destiny wasn’t my wife and she had made up the whole story.
I was afraid she would still be with Drew or that she had moved on with some other musician on the tour. I heard people talk; there were plenty of guys here interested in a piece of her.
Last week Diesel casually mentioned he heard from someone on the tour that Lindsey wasn’t seeing anyone. She went shows, watching them alone, and worked. She was always seen alone with her laptop.
I’ll be the first one to admit I treated her like shit. I couldn’t believe she was still in my arms even after I told her my accident was her fault. I was such a douche to her. I vowed on the plane here that if she even talked to me again, I would spend the rest of my time with her making it up to her.
When we arrived at the venue today, I tried to find her. People kept stopping me to talk to me and I would see glimpses of her, but she never saw me. She looked as amazing as ever, her hair up in a ponytail and wearing jean shorts and a tank top. I had to adjust myself every time I saw her.
When she sent me that text tonight, I asked around until someone told me she was back at the bus. Fuck talking on the phone or texting. I wanted to see her face to face, so I found her bus. When she didn’t answer at first, I thought maybe Diesel had been wrong and she was with someone. I had my fists ready and I was going to beat the shit out of them. She was mine.
But she had been alone and now she was topless in my lap. I slid my hands down her back and around to the front of her body, cupping her heavy breasts in my hands. I squeezed them gently and she moaned into my mouth. God, I loved her tits. They were so much better than all of the fake ones on the groupies I used to fuck. I ran the pads of my thumbs over the taut peaks and she shivered.
“Cane,” she moaned into my mouth. “I want you.”
I pressed my forehead against hers. “I want you too, but not here. Is anyone in the back bedroom?”
She shook her head. “We couldn’t come up with a plan everyone agreed with to share it so no one gets it.”
“Good. Let’s go use it.” She moved off of my lap and I stood up with a groan. My dick was so hard. I probably wasn’t going to last more than two pumps before I came if we didn’t slow this down a little. I would have to make it up to her other ways.
I took her hand and pulled her off of the couch. I walked to the back room and opened the door. The curtains were open enough to let the light of the night sky in so I didn’t need to turn on a light. I closed the door behind her and took off my shirt. I pulled her against me, reveling in the way her skin felt against mine.
“Before I fuck you, I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you in the hospital.” She started to say something but I put a finger to her mouth to stop her. “Let me talk.” She nodded against my finger. “I was scared that I would never perform again and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.” I moved my hand and cupped her face.
“It’s ok,” she whispered, looking up at me.
“No,” I shook my head. “No, it’s not. You don’t deserve to be talked to that way.” I laid her back on the bed. “I promised myself that if you ever talked to me again, I would spend forever making it up to you.” I reached up and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her cotton shorts. I pulled them down her legs, groaning softly when I saw she wasn’t wearing panties. She was going to make it really difficult to slow down.
She moved on the bed and spread her legs slightly, revealing her glistening sex to me. I licked my lips; before I was inside her, I had to taste her.
I knelt on the bed and slowly crawled to her. I could hear her breath in the small room as she waited in anticipation of what I was going to do to her. I put my hands on the inside of her creamy white thighs and pushed them apart. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes; I loved the smell of her arousal almost as much as I loved how she tasted.
I dove in and began my assault on her with my lips and tongue and it wasn’t long before she was thrashing on the bed. I had to hold her down as she reached her climax; I wasn’t done with her yet.
After a couple more orgasms that I was pretty sure rocked the bus, I placed a soft kiss on the inside of her left thigh and moved up her body. She was panting and trembling beneath me, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her eyes were dark and wild with animal lust as she reached out to clutch my head in her hands. She moved up off the bed and pulled my head to hers for a kiss. She kissed me fiercely, cleaning her juices from my face.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded again when she was done, reaching for the button on my jeans. “Do you have a condom?” She asked as she pushed my pants down.
I was so used to taking charge in the bedroom but I loved how assertive she was. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. It was sexier than hell.
“Yeah, I have one in my wallet.” I reached for my jeans and pulled it out. “But we’re going to need more than one.” I grinned at her as I put it on.
“I have more,” she said as I climbed on top of her and placed the tip of my cock at her entrance. She moved her hips, trying to get me inside her. “Don’t tease me,” she pouted.
I pulled back before ramming my cock into her. She cried out and arched off the bed, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Yes!” She screamed, digging her nails into my shoulders.
She was so tight around me I had to grit my teeth so I didn’t release too quickly. I slowly moved in and out of her, almost completely leaving her body before sliding back in. Fuck I had missed this. Sex with her was like coming home and I didn’t ever want to leave.
My balls started to tingle and I knew I was getting close. I wanted her to come with me so I moved the angle of my hips to hit her sensitive spot. Soon she was panting again, her pussy twitching around me as she got close to coming.
“Come with me, Lindsey. I want to feel you come all over my cock,” I whispered to her, my voice broken with desire.
She moaned incoherently and thrust her hips up harder and faster to meet mine. The sweat was dripping off of my forehead and I grabbed her tit and squeezed. “Tell me when.”
She nodded and her body soon tensed beneath me. “Now!” She screamed and her sex spasmed around me. I pumped a couple more times before shouting her name with my release. Damn, I forgot how good this felt.
When my body stopped shaking, I collapsed on top of her before rolling over onto my back. I kept an arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her tight against my side. I smiled as she hooked her leg with mine.
“Holy shit,” she murmured and kissed the side of my chest softly. “It’s even better than I remembered.”
I laughed softly; she said exactly what I was thinking. “Yeah,” I agreed and rubbed her arm. We lay there in silence for a while, basking in the afterglow of our sex. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking her about a relationship. I didn’t know the first thing about even having one and I wasn’t so sure she was up for one either given her reputation.
“I want more,” she blurted out.
“More what? More sex?” I looked down at her confused.
“That too, but I want more from us.” She put her chin on my chest and looked up at me. “I know you don’t date, but I don’t want anyone but you and I’d like to give us a try.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised that my feisty redhead would be so open about what she wanted, but I was. I had no idea she wanted the same thing from me t
hat I wanted from her. I was thrilled she did and a bit relieved she brought it up first.
I brushed her hair back from her face. “Me too.” I replied.
She sat up in bed and watching the way her tits bounced was making me hard again. “Really?” Her eyes were wide and hopeful.
I moved to my side and propped my head up with my hand. I reached out to tweak a nipple. “Really.” I sat up across from her and took her hand. “I’ve never been in a relationship before and I never thought I wanted one. Until you. You make me want to try.”
She threw herself at me and tackled me on the bed, wrapping her arms around my neck. I guess she wanted to try too.
We spent the rest of the night locked in the back of the tour bus. We came out for my show the next night but went right back in. I had a lot of lost time to make up for.
The next four weeks on the tour were nothing short of amazing. My shows went great and I appreciated being able to play to crowds like never before. Lindsey and I were inseparable and everything was going great. We had only a couple of shows left we were both anxious to get back to LA and figure out this relationship thing. I wanted her to move in with me, but she insisted it was too soon. Fuck that. I wanted her by me always. I planned on convincing her that night. If I couldn’t, then I would on vacation. I didn’t tell her yet, but was taking her away to Jamaica for ten days. I couldn’t wait to get away from it all with her.
That morning I left her back at her bus to do some writing when I went off to a band meeting. We talked about the last couple of shows and then the plans to record our new album when we got back to LA. It was long and boring and all I could think about was going down on Lindsey while she was writing.
As I was about to leave, our manager stopped me. “Cane, do you have a sec?”
“Can’t this wait?” I asked, annoyed he would ask me to stay longer.
“No, it can’t. I wanted to show you something.” He grabbed his laptop bag off of the chair and pulled out what looked like some newspapers. He tossed them in front of me. “Take a look at these.”
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