Jennifer and I give a nod as we understand the situation, “But we can talk about him when he’s not around though right?”
Tony finally laughs and assures her that we can in fact talk about him just as long as he’s not in ears distance. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and I let Tony and Jennifer talk.
“Hey babe,” I answer my phone.
I hear a sigh on the other end, “Hey yourself, how is my amazingly sexy fiancé doing? Everyone behaving?” Ben greets me on the other end and his words cause my knees to weaken.
I shuffle my feet as I look down at them, “Yes, and by everyone do you mean Tony? I told you, you have nothing to worry about.”
“I will always worry about losing you Tess.”
“I know and I appreciate your concern, but it’s not needed. Besides I am pretty sure I see Jennifer making a move. She already seems to be distracting him,” I giggle.
Ben chuckles, “That doesn’t surprise me, Jennifer has a bit of a reputation.”
“Ah, so is she the female you?” I laugh at my thought.
“I suppose you could say that,” his voice not as light this time.
I scrunch my eyebrows, “I didn’t mean it like that Ben, I didn’t…”
We sigh at the same moment, “I know Punky. So, how’s the stop tonight going so far?”
I smile at the thought of my first show on tour, “good, about to head to the floor as Tony goes on.” I look at my watch, shit! “Hey Ben I gotta get going or I am going to miss the opening.”
“Call me later, I love you.”
“I love you too Ben.”
I miss Ben already, but I am stoked about this experience that has been practically handed to me. I make my way to the side stage where I find Tony rocking from foot to foot, while holding an electric guitar. “You got this!” I assure him, or try to at least.
“It’s weird, you know?”
I shake my head, because I really don’t, “You do this all the time.”
“I played a few small shows, local shows. I have never opened for a popular band, where people are here to see them, not me. What if they fucking hate me and my songs?”
I step closer to him and I put a hand on his arm, he looks down at my simple touch and I see him relax slightly. He tilts his head to look at me, “Once they hear you, they are going to love you…” Okay, this is getting a little awkward. “I mean what girl won’t be knocking on the tour bus doors looking to lay Tony Towers?” I laugh.
His blue eyes have their sparkle back and I see a heated glance and he reminds me of when Loki is about to get into some trouble in the Marvel movies. I snap his picture capturing the mischievous Tony, he has so many sides and I can’t wait to see them all.
This is the first time in weeks that my bed is empty. I tried lying there, hell, I even decide to read to pass the time, until Tess calls me back tonight. Of course I don’t have any books of my own, so I grabbed one of the many that Tess has on the shelf in here. I picked one up called Forbidden Forever and started right away.
It’s now just after midnight and I am a chapter away from finishing Chance and Laney’s story. Fuck me, this shit is hot. Now not only do I feel the need to keep reading, but I have a stiff dick and no Tess. No fair.
I hope everything is alright, I mean I know shows run late, but still.
One a.m. and I am sitting at the kitchen counter, contemplating if I want to have a cup of coffee, it’s not as much fun without Tess… My phone chimes with a text message, when I eagerly pick it up to see a message from Nicole. What the fuck. I moan and rub my face, what the fuck does she want, I told her to not contact me ever again. This is really getting old and frankly pissing me off to no end.
I debate on opening the message at all. I click it. I am greeted with an image of Tess and Tony back stage with his arm around her. My first reaction is to hop a plane and find out why he is touching her, but then my reasoning kicks in. She considers him a friend. She even admitted one time that she has better friendships with guys in the past than women. They are probably just celebrating the first show. Now, why is Nicole stalking them enough to save and send me the photo?
I text her back: Nock it the fuck off Nicole. Enough’s enough. Grow up.
I delete the message and the photo. I don’t need a reminder that she’s off for a month with another guy.
That’s it, I decide to call her.
“Hey you!” She answers.
“It’s after one, why didn’t you call me earlier?” Shit jumping on her probably isn’t going to go over well, but knowing that her and Tony are probably all over the internet, doesn’t help the nerves either.
“Sorry, the show didn’t get over until almost twelve-thirty and then there was a big party after that I am still at and photographing. It’s called work.”
Yeah, but this one I saw was taken on a phone and not a professional camera. I can feel my blood pumping and I know I need to calm the fuck down, before I mess something up. But I need to know, “But I see you had time to do a selfie with the punk.”
Shit.
“What?” She sounds caught off guard. “What picture?”
“I saw a photo of you and Towers. It looked like he was getting a little close.” I have to grit my teeth to prevent myself from spitting out what I really want to say.
“Oh, the photo he took of us at the end of the show? A goofy selfie? What did he post it on his page or something?” Her voice is calm and already writing off the situation.
“I don’t know if it’s on his page or not, but why did he have his arm around you?”
“Um, because we are friends.” Cut to the point. “Wait, if you didn’t see it on his page then where did you see it?”
Shit. God dammit. “Someone sent it to my phone.”
“Who?”
Fuck do I want to bring up that hag? It’s bad enough she sent me the picture and got me upset and now I am having an argument with Tess.
“Who, Ben?” She asks again in a fit.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and already regret bringing it up, but I may as well face it now. “Nicole. Nicole sent it to me.”
Now she is the quiet one. “Tess?”
“Yeah.” Clipped tone. Fuck.
I open my mouth to start to explain and before I can mutter out a single syllable, she is talking or snipping. “Why is she sending you messages? Or contacting you at all? Did she not get the mother fucking message to back the fuck off yet? What gives her the idea that we are going to end? Why does she insist on trying? Did you give her any false hope?”
“Fuck no! Why would I bloody do that? I have told her off countless times and you have witnessed that!” I have to defend this.
I hear noise in the background and Tess telling them that she would be right back, “Things are wrapping up here on my end. Give me twenty minutes and I will call you from my bunk.”
“Okay, bye baby.”
“Tess!” I hear Tony call out to me from across the room. I put my phone away after talking to Ben. I feel like shit that I didn’t realize how late it was, the first show and I am already a bad fiancé.
“Yeah?” I answer Tony, distracted with my own thoughts. He notices my bag over my shoulder.
“Leaving the party so soon?” He looks a little sad, but why? There are a flock of women around the area and I can see at least four checking him out and giving me dirty looks. I just roll my eyes, those are the same kind of girls that I have been dealing with my whole life and much of lately. Between Nicole and Jackie alone, I have had enough of girl drama.
“Yeah, I need to call Ben and start going through these photos. Fuller wants to be kept up to date, since I am new.”
He nods his head and puts his hands in his pockets. Cocking his head to the side he smiles, “Want me to walk you to the bus?”
“Nah, I’m good, but thanks,” I shoot my head in the direction of the boob twins eyeing his behind. “Looks like you can have your choice of fun here tonight.”
Ton
y looks in the direction I aimed at him and shyly smiles, he grabs the back of his neck, “Yeah, not my type.”
Shocked, “Really? I thought most rock stars tap any girl with a slammin’ body and who clearly doesn’t like to wear panties.”
“Well, I don’t.”
He doesn’t say anything else and I don’t know what to say to that, so I just smile and tell him, “Okay, I will see you later on the bus.”
Walking out of the small venue I am stopped by one of the girls checking out Tony, shamelessly, “Hey, are you hooking up with Tony Towers?”
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “Um, no I am the tour photographer and work with him.”
“So, do you know if he is available?” She takes sips from her red solo cup.
“Not that I am aware of,” I tell her and I walk past a smiling girl. A girl who is now on a mission I assume.
I am just about out the door when a guy I recognize from one of the other bands steps in front of me. He is totally trashed and I even notice that the button on his jeans is undone and his shirt is wrinkled above it. So gross. He attempts to put his arm around me and I can smell the booze on his breath, so strong I can smell it when he exhales from his nose. That’s bad.
“Hey babe, where are you running off to so early?” He tries to grab me again, but I dodge him.
Stepping away, “I am leaving and judging by how you look, you should consider heading out too.”
“Is that an invitation?” He licks his fingers and starts to trail down his torso.
“Disgusting! Hell no.” I gust out at the sleaze and I make a dash for the bus. This is one thing I will be leaving out in my talk with Ben tonight. If he knew that these guess were coming on to me, he would make it so I would have to come home.
I step onto the bus, plop my gear down and change into my sweats before anyone else get on the bus. Roger told us he’d be back at two a.m. to get us back on the road, so that gives me a half an hour to have a private call with Ben.
I slip into my bunk and call my sexy Brit.
“There you are,” He answers.
“Sorry it took so long, I had to get through the place and get the third degree on Tony’s relationship status.”
“Figures, he would be hooking up with groupies.”
I feel a little sad that not only did I assume the same thing that Ben had just said, but that everyone else assumes the same. “Yeah, who knows? I am not here for the sexual drama. I am here to do my job and gain a new experience. Then home to you to start our life together.”
“As husband and wife.”
I sigh, “Yes and I cannot wait till that day comes.”
“Soon, my love. Soon. And hey, I am sorry I jumped on you about the photo.”
“I can understand…I mean I acted the same way when you told me that it was Nicole who sent you the picture.” Yeah, I have to admit that royally pissed me off.
“I think it’s time I change my number,” He tells me.
“Sooner rather than later I say, because there might be other photos in the future and I don’t want to have to worry about her getting into your head.” Tony is in the public and since I will be there with him during most of it, a photo of us together is bound to pop up from time to time. Do I like it? Hell no, but it comes with the job position.
“Hopefully not too many photos…” He whispers.
“You know more than anyone that I can’t control that.”
“Yeah, I know,” His voice has a tone of defeat and realization. “So are you alone?” He asks.
I pop my head out of my bunk and look up and down the bus. “Definitely.” I assure him.
“Good. Take your pants off.” He demands, and I am giddy. I miss his touch already. How am I ever going to get through four weeks of this?
“Ok, now you.” I tell him.
“Oh, I am already naked and ready for you.” Oh, my.
My breath hitches at his blatant confession. “Are you hard?”
“I am always hard when I hear your voice. You have the sweetest sound about you and when your voice pitch changes when you are turned on, it’s the hottest thing ever.”
“I didn’t realize I was so obvious.”
“Oh, it is to me sweetheart. Now those pants better be off and your shirt. I want you to climb under the covers, just to make sure no one can see you.” His voice is husky and drawn out. Needing.
I am clumsily doing as I am told, these bunks are tiny as fuck and I am small, and they are teeny to me. “Okay, now what?”
“Good. I want you to tell me how wet you are for me. Touch yourself.”
I do. I close my eyes and I imagine his hands on me, instead of my own. I let out a soft moan and my eyes pop open, I have to be careful in case someone comes on the bus … besides me.
“Really wet I take it, by that moan of yours. I am holding myself for you Tess.”
Fuck this is hot.
“Grip your hard dick for me. I want to hear your ragged breath as you pump yourself.” I can’t believe I just told him to do that. But it’s what I want, what I want to be doing to him.
I can hear his breathing pick up and I get even wetter and my nipples go heard. I need to feel his mouth on them. “I want your mouth on my hard nipples Ben. I need to feel you.”
“Lick your finger tips and roll your nipples with them.”
I put my thumb and index finger in my mouth and get them wet. Once I reach my hard nipples I squeak with pleasure. I can hear Ben growl.
“Ben, that feels so good. I need to feel you inside of me.”
“Get two fingers ready for me. Are you at your opening? I want you to go in deep. I want you to feel me. I can feel you baby, do you feel me?” He asks.
“I am inside Ben, I need you hard and fast. Can you get there with me? I don’t know how much more time we have alone.” I pant out and I nervously peak out the curtain once more and still no one.
Ben growls and hisses out, “fingers in, thumb on the clit and keep on those nipples. Ready? Come with me baby.” I can hear his breathing going unsteady and staggered.
I am pushing my eyes closed imagining him as hard as I can. I visualize him over me, mouth on my breasts and going hard in and out of me. “Faster Ben.”
“I am almost there baby, are with me?”
“I…I…Ben…”
“Let it out baby, let me hear you….come on before someone gets on the bus with you! I can’t hold it in much longer!”
I am unraveling before he finishes his plea. “I’m coming, I’m…”
Ben lets out a loud, “fuck” followed by my name. I can’t help but grin from ear to ear.
“How do you feel?” He asks.
I let out a big sigh and a groan, “I don’t think I realized how badly I need to let one out.”
“Gone for one day and you’re already pent up?” he laughs. “What kind of sex fiend monster have I created?”
I let out a giggle and cover my face.
“Your blushing aren’t you? I can tell,” How does he know me so well?
“Isn’t that a good thing that you can still make me blush?”
“You don’t hear me complaining.”
I hear the bus doors open and a loud Roger, “I told you! Two! I would be here at two and we need to be on the road, here it is nearly two-thirty.”
“Punky?” Ben asks on the other line.
I shush him, “Hold on, I hear yelling.” I pull my phone down to my blanket covered chest so I can listen to what’s going on.
“Don’t look at me! I was out here and ready at two! I was sitting up against the back of the bus playing on my phone, waiting for Jennifer.” Tony clarifies.
“Way to throw me under the bus there Towers!” I hear Jennifer snap at Tony.
“I don’t care who is to blame, when I tell you a time to be back on this bus, you get your asses on here!” Roger is really pissed and I never would have guessed that he would freak like this. Then again, it is his job on the line too.
“Is Tess here?”
Shit. I search around the bunk for my tee, I finally grab it and whip it over my head. I pop my head out of the curtain, “Yeah, I am here.”
I see the three of them look down the hall at me, Roger nods and points in my direction, “You two could learn a thing from this young lady, and she was here on time.” He shakes his head and jumps into the driver seat.
I hear talking from the side of me in the bunk, shit! Ben! “Hey! I am so sorry! I had to find my shirt and tell them I was here…”
“I know, I heard the whole thing,” He laughs.
“I’m glad you found it funny. Okay, I think it’s time I get some rest, I have another show tomorrow. When are you coming out to one?”
“I’ll be at the Salt Lake City show later this week.”
I smile, because that’s only four days away. I can do this. If we can manage time when he can come out to see me, then this should be a piece of cake. “I can’t wait to see you. I love you.”
“I love you more Punky, now get some rest and I will call you tomorrow.”
I set my phone down and go on the search for my sweatpants in the bunk. When I don’t feel them, I use the light of my phone to inspect the area better and then it hits me. Fuck. They must have fallen out. I groan and smack the back of my head on the wood of the wall behind my head. Shit. Okay, let’s see if I can do this without anyone noticing. I take in a steadying breath and push the bottom of the curtain out ever so slightly to look down and then I see black boots and a tattooed hand picking up my gray sweatpants.
“These must be yours Tess,” Tony asks through the thin fabric separating us.
I sigh and accept it, I reach out, without looking at him. “Yeah,” I take them from him and he laughs.
I slide them on and I can feel my cheeks going red from embarrassment. Maybe he won’t connect the two. I can only really hope. I need something to drink, I packed away a bottle of rum in my bag and I just need a cold Pepsi. Really, need it right about now. I swing my feet over the edge and open the curtain. I see Tony at the table, writing in a notebook.
I stop next to him, bend to get to the small fridge. I retrieve the Pepsi and start to go back to my space, not wanting to interrupt him, when he gets my attention.
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