Page 104 of Feuds and Interludes
“Lean your head back,” I said to him. “I gotta see for this next part.”
“Let me.”
So he fretted while I strummed, and we made a joyful if not awkward noise together while the audience laughed and cheered for us. When it was over and we got untangled, Boone hugged Pops and shook hands with the rest of the band. Aldous stepped up to the mic to end the show, and Boone took the opportunity to drag me offstage.
He kept running once we were outside, and I followed him down the aisle and up the steps to the studio. He punched in the code and once the door was open, he dragged me up the stairs.
“Boone—”
He threw his arms around me and I groaned at the taste of his kiss.
“I can’t believe you,” he said against my lips. “I thought you were through with me, and you write a beautiful fucking song like that?”
“I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t read your notebook, I just saw those words at the top of the page?—”
“’Feuds and Interludes?’ Yeah, I wrote that after we had that first interlude right here in this room. I was so mad at you that night.”
“And now?” I was shaking so bad. Had I just bared my whole-ass soul for him to tell me it was over?
“Shane, I haven’t been mad at you since we spoke that night I was on the ferry going to Stockholm. I wrote a song that night too, about being in love with someone who held your heart hostage. It’s pretty heavy.”
“Can we try again? Will you m?—”
“We’vebeentrying. We’ll continue to try. We’ll go home and?—”
“Home?”
“Yes, Shane, if you want me to come home with you, we’ll try this again. And we’ll keep trying until we get it right. Because I don’t know if you realized this or not, but you’re not the only one who is stubborn in this relationship. I’m not giving up on you, even when you literally run away from me.”
“Please forgive me, Boone. I’m sorry.” I kissed his mouth, his jaw, and headed for my favorite spot on his throat.
“I’m almost there,” he moaned. “I just need a little more of that…ahhh, fuck, Shane.”
That wild abandon I felt when I first kissed Boone was back with a vengeance. I couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t bear the thought of letting him go.
I started unbuttoning his vest, and then cursed when I found more buttons underneath.
“Fucking buttons. Need you.”
Boone threw his head back and laughed as I yanked his shirt open, sending buttons pinging off every surface. I went to work on his pants as I sucked on those tendons, right where they met his collarbone, and had just reached into his pants when?—
“Ugh, we went from orgy bus to sexy times in the studio, geez. I can’t with you two.”
I pulled away from Boone’s neck, and he squealed as I shoved his exposed body behind me. “Do you mind? You had him for three whole months?—”
“Your grandparents are cutting and serving cake, and they would like the two of you to—oh shit, Boone. Never mind. You better not come out looking like that.”
“What?”
I turned to look and… “Damn. Those are even bigger than the first ones. I’m, wow, I’m sorry?—”
“The only thing you should be apologizing for is stopping. Annie dear, I love you. Please tell our grandparents that I am very, very tired, and Shane is putting me to bed.”
“Uh-huh. If y’all make it to a bed. I’m out of here. Go on with your horny selves.” She slammed the bedroom door and shouted as she stomped down the stairs. “I’m locking the studio door, ya heathens.”
“Oh, thank God. Shane, you haven’t finished groveling— Ah, fuck.”
I’d dropped to my knees and had Boone’s gorgeous cock in my mouth before he could yell at me anymore. I planned to keep him unable to speak coherently until he forgave me.
