The Rocker's Muse

Emily started to fidget. She was very hot and cold tonight. One second she seemed like she wanted to jump my bones, and the next she looked like she wanted to flee.

“I think I should go,” she said.

“Why? Is it something I did?”

“Nothing good can come of me staying the night.”

“Something good could come. You could come. And that would be very good, wouldn’t it?”

Her face reddened. “What about you, Tristan? You want to give me pleasure. But what about you?”

My starving dick twitched. “It gives me pleasure to give you pleasure.” I tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Taking it in baby steps like this is new to me. But I’m down for it. I don’t need anything but to make you feel good.”

“It’s only a matter of time until you do.” She tilted her head. “You asked me once when I’d last had sex. I never asked you. When was the last time you slept with someone?” She stiffened, seeming to brace for my answer.

“I haven’t had sex with anyone on this tour.”

Her eyes widened. “Because of me?”

Yes. “Not entirely.”

“But partially?”

“Since we’ve been getting to know each other, you’re the only woman I’ve been interested in. And while I can’t say what I’d be doing if you weren’t here, I can say I’ve had more fun imagining the things I’d do to you than actually starting something with anyone else.”

Her blush deepened and spread. I wondered how far…

“Look at you. You’re turning so red right now. Did I embarrass you?”

“The only thing that embarrasses me is my inability to control my feelings.”

“We don’t have to do anything tonight, Emily. We can just talk. We’re really good at that.”

“I know we are,” she murmured.

“You’re in the driver’s seat, even if it might not seem like it. But I don’t want you to leave. I want you to spend the night with me. If I can’t have you on the bus, at the very least I want you in my hotel room where we can be alone, because it fucking makes me happy when you’re around.” I leaned in. “Wanna know how I made it through the show tonight?”

“How?”

“I was thinking about you. Every time I’d feel like I couldn’t perform another song, I’d tell myself I was one step closer to getting to spend time with you. I can’t tell you the last time I thought about a specific person so much while I was performing. You were right there with me tonight.”

“Was I with you when you were kissing that woman?” she clapped back.

Thankfully, she was smiling.

I shook my head and covered my face. “Okay, I’ll give you that one, smartass.”

Emily chuckled. “You were really thinking about me when you were performing?”

“Yes. You’re in my head.” I pointed to my heart. “And you’re here lately, too. So you might as well be here physically.”

She looked away and let out a long breath.

I placed a hand on her chin, prompting her to look at me. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Her eyes looked glassy. “You make me feel more special than I deserve.”

I drew in my brows. “What are you talking about? You deserve the world, Emily. Don’t let anyone make you believe otherwise.”