Page 63 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“What?”

“Please, I want to know what you want. Whatever it is, tell me.”

“What if it was a toasted sandwich?”

“I’d ask what sort of cheese and whether you wanted to eat it off a plate, my back or have me feed it to you.”

“What if I wanted to hear you sing?”

“I’d beg you to save your hearing, but I’d also ask what song.”

“What if I wanted two other women in the bed with us?”

“Xav!” I shot up. “Please, no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a jealous bitch and I’m about to share you with the world.”

“Good,” he smirked.

“Good?”

“I’ve only got one chain to share with a woman.” He fingered the vial around my neck. “There’s only room for one woman in my life.”

“Great answer, but you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Which was?” He mock asked, raised eyebrow just asking to be kissed.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

We made love as if we had all night, as if Xavier didn’t have the biggest concert of his career to prepare for. When he entered me, it was my hips that had to rise to meet him. Xavier’s thrusts as deep and slow as his kisses. Leading my body on a journey with no return or expiration date.

“Xav, please come.” I needed him to come first. My gift to him. No matter what tomorrow was going to throw at us, I wanted him to have tonight.

“With me.”

“No.”

“With me.”

“No!”

I bucked and scratched until he had no choice. Knowing my man, I exploited his weakness with nails dug into his cheeks, pressing his hips against mine until I felt his kisses change. His breath tentative, as if he was holding on.

“Sydney, come with—” Xavier succumbed, as I knew he would. Giving up, mid-sentence to pound me. Almost sending the bedhead through the wall as he unleashed all his frustration and fear into my body. Until his thrusts became shallow and his kisses returned to tender.

Only then did I allow his hands between my legs. Replacing his cock with another tool of my destruction. One finger, two and then three. He only needed one twist to find my spot, warmed up by his cock. The merest touch and I joined my man.

“Tell me what you want?” he whispered.

“To sleep in your arms.”

The rest of the band didn’t ask questions, but at least they let us sleep in. By the time I awoke to the smell of bacon, eggs and hash browns and the sweet buttery smell of croissants, it was already mid-morning.

Stormy Waters were opening the concert at two with each band given a fifteen-minute shot. Halfway through the concert, Stormy Waters were due to come on for a half hour set, hand over to Xav, the more bands, then come back to close.

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