Page 79 of Playing With My Heart Strings

The entire café is silent, no one daring to make a sound as her voice fills the room. There’s a slight crackle to it, like the words bring up deep emotion.

Always thinking that you must compete with the people next to you.

Boys be careful, did no one tell you the nice guys always lose?

Succeed and you’re too conceited but fail and they think you’re weak.

Every time you make a mistake, they’re always there to critique.

But you’re worth so much more than the things that they say… You don’t need to prove that you are.

She strums the last chord, and the audience erupts, going as far as to give her a standing ovation. I stand with the crowd, whistling as I clap. She doesn’t need my approval, because she’s got it from every single person here. Pink streaks stain her cheeks as she looks around at everyone applauding for her, flashing a radiant smile. But when her eyes lock on mine, it’s like the entire world around us disappears and we’re the only ones here.

After my solo date with Baylor, I asked the remaining three women to join us on Broadway. There haven’t been many groupoutings, not since the early weeks of the show. But now we’re down to the final four and tensions are rising. It feels like a good opportunity to have fun, let loose, but also see how my friendship with everyone can grow.

Baylor and I are sitting in a booth along the wall at Tin Roof. There’s still time before the rest of the women arrive, so I place my hand on Baylor’s thigh.

“What’s up?” She looks down at my hand, which is resting just underneath the hem of her dress, and then back up at me.

“You look sexy as hell, you know that?” I pull at my lips with my teeth to wet them before leaning in to kiss her.

She leans into the kiss then deepens it, hungrily fighting for more. I nip at her bottom lip, which elicits a moan.

I slide my hand further up her dress, playing with the string of her thong. “How wet are you right now, baby?” I whisper into her ear.

“We’re in the middle of apackedbar.” She gasps as I dip a finger under her underwear, feeling the warmth radiating off her.

“That just means you’ll have to be quiet.” I drag my finger up her center. “Such a bad girl, you’re absolutely soaked. Does the thought of me making you come in front of all these people turn you on, Baylor?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes,” she sighs, closing her eyes. The bartender shoots me a look, and I raise my unoccupied hand in acknowledgment and flash him a cocky smile.

“You’re going to give us away, Baylor.” I nip at her ear as I plunge a finger inside her. “Open your eyes and keep a straight face while I fuck you with my fingers.”

She snaps her eyes open and looks at me, her facial expression already clouded.

“Talk to me,” I order as I add another finger.

“I-I really enjoyed our date earlier today.”

“I had a great time, too.” I smile at her, giving no indication that I’m currently moving my fingers in and out of her tight pussy. Her walls clench around me with each movement, and I ask her, “What did you like the most about it?”

She sucks in a breath as I start to circle her clit with my thumb. “Probably listening to all of the live music. T-that was my favorite part.”

I lean into her ear. “Not performing?”

She shakes her head.

“Interesting. Regardless, your moans are music to my ears. Better than any performer. I can’t wait to hear you scream my name again.”

Apparently, my girl likes dirty talk, because as I rub her clit and fuck her with my fingers, her walls begin to clench around me. I continue the motions, smirking when warmth trickles along my palm and a sigh escapes Baylor’s mouth.

“God, you are beautiful when you come. Wait five minutes and meet me in the restroom. Knock four times,” I whisper as I remove my hand and try to stand as discreetly as possible, popping the buttons on my shirt open to reveal my T-shirt underneath. I think the bartender is onto me, but he says nothing as I disappear down the hall to the restrooms. It’s a single stall, so we won’t have to worry about anyone barging in. Once inside, I shrug off the long sleeve and fold it nicely, placing it on the toilet’s tank cover, and wait, taking a few moments to fix my mustache.

Five minutes later, footsteps sound outside the door and knuckles rap on the metal door four times. I open the door slightly, pulling Baylor in and clicking the lock.

“I think the bartender was onto us.” She laughs as she fists my shirt, pulling me close. Neither of us seem to care, though, as we devour each other’s mouths, still fighting for dominance.

Baylor pulls away, a devilish grin on her face.

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