Page 48 of The Prodigal Son

There’s a dynamic between us I’ve never had before, and I’m intrigued by it. He’s so dominant and possessive, and I actuallylike it. I want him to own me, control me, take care of me, brand me.

I want to be his.

I must still be in a daze because he laughs a little as he pushes me out from behind the boxes. I can’t help but smile over at him as we reach the door. It’s like we have a dirty secret, and he has a very dirty shirt that he’s tried to wipe up without much success.

The security guard greets us at the door. “We’ve been looking for you,” he says, and I laugh off the guilt.

“Sorry, we got…uh…caught up with the crew,” I stammer. I’m really fucking bad at lying, apparently.

“You ready?” the guard asks. “They’re wild tonight.”

I’m confused by that statement until we step out of the building and I hear the screams. Jensen crosses his arms over his chest as if that hides anything on his chest, and I laugh to myself when I see it.

Every part of me wants to reach for his hand as we rush out the door. Unlike last time, I want to greet the fans tonight. So I walk over to where they’re all corralled and waiting. I imagine they’ve been standing here for a long time, and they deserve to get at least a signature and a photo out of it.

Jensen stands back with his arms crossed and watches with a pleased expression as I greet as many of the fans as I can.

“You’re my favorite singer.”

“Your songs saved my life.”

“I love you so much, Theo Virgil.”

“Will you marry me?”

The cacophony of voices gives me another boost of energy. It’s incredible to have so many people who are really here forme.

Although, if I’m honest, I’m only really concerned with one of them. And he’s watching proudly from behind me.

As soon as I’ve seen as many fans as I can, I say my goodbyes to them and rush with him toward the bus. When we climbaboard, the rest of the band is there, so there is no privacy to touch each other.

“I should get cleaned up,” I say to him as I move toward my room at the back.

“Of course,” he replies.

Then I glance down and see the mess again. “Come back here. I’ll get you a new shirt.”

Rio glances up from his phone as Jensen passes by, watching us skeptically. The only member of my band who really knows the truth is Lola, although I’m sure they have their suspicions. I’m just not as close to them.

When Jensen and I are behind the closed door of my room at the back of the bus, I open up my closet and pull a clean shirt down from the hanger. “Here you go,” I say with a smirk.

“Thanks,” he replies almost sheepishly.

Then I stand back and watch as he tugs his dirty shirt off and tosses it on the bed. When I get a full view of his chest, my mouth starts to water and I grow more excited, looking forward to the night ahead.

Jensen is beautiful. He’s all broad shoulders and bronze skin. With a light patch of chest hair, I stare at his pecs with interest.

“Theo Virgil, are you checking me out?” he whispers quietly.

I step toward him and lay my hand on his chest. “I am.” Then I lean in and press my lips to his collarbone.

“You are going to hurry so we can get back to my hotel,” he murmurs quietly.

“Yes, sir,” I reply before looking into his eyes. His commanding presence catches me off guard, and my blood quickens in my veins when I realize just how much I like saying that to him.

Honestly, who the fuck am I?

Fourteen

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