Page 74 of Feuds and Interludes
He whipped around and walked over to where I sat on a stool in front of a music stand.
“Don’t be sorry.I’msorry. I probably should have planned for this conversation better. Those two are usually down for anything, but I think they’re…worried.”
“Worried?”
He tilted his head and ran a finger over my collarbone before pulling his hand away.
“Like, worried about what me being with you means for us as a band. They’re pretty flexible, but I’ve never, you know, been with someone like I am with you.”
I couldn’t help it, I had to poke him a little. I took his hand and pulled him closer to me until he was standing between my legs.
“How are you with me?”
He bounced his knee a couple of times and tapped my thigh with his fingers.
“I guess I don’t know how I am with you either. It’s been pure fucking bliss these last few weeks, but the real world is about to come calling. I guess I don’t know…”
I slid my hand around to his ass and pulled him flush against me. “What do you wish for us to be, Boone?” I smiled up at him as I ran my hand under his shirt, scoring his back with my nails.
His eyes fluttered closed and he swayed toward me.“Like this. Always. I want to sleep with you every night. I want to make music with you. I want what we have now to be us. I feel like I finally have my life where I want it, with my health getting better, my band sounding killer, and I finally have a partner who understands me and my music like no one ever has.”
He opened his eyes and was smiling, but a tear slipped down his cheek.
“Hey, no, baby. Don’t. I want that too. I feel the same. But I also know Stellar has to take priority. You guys are riding a high and you need to stay on it. I would never want to get in the way of that.”
“But what we’ve created together is incredible, Shane. You push me as a songwriter, as a musician, as a man. I think it’ssome of the best music I’ve ever made, and I wish that it could just all come together into one big kumbaya moment!”
I snorted. I know, not the kindest way to react to my boyfriend’s existential crisis. “I draw the line at kumbaya. Taylor Swift revenge ballads are one thing.”
Boone threw his arms around me and buried his face in my neck, and I wasn’t sure how much of the sound coming from him was laughing and how much was crying, but I understood. I really did.
“How ’bout this,” I said, smoothing his hair back and cradling his cheek in my hand so I could stare into those gorgeous eyes of his. “We go back to my room and I get all up inside of you until we’re both wrecked and we put off making any decisions until the morning?” We hadn’t fucked since that first week, though we’d talked about it. We’d definitely fooled around. We were both so tired by the time we dragged ourselves back to my room at the end of each day that we’d fall into bed and hold each other until we fell asleep. Making music had been all that mattered.
“I want that,” he whispered. He lifted his head and stared into my eyes. “Love me, Shane.”
He kissed me with his eyes open and it was so hot, so full of passion.
“Idolove you.”
My eyes were open. My heart was open, waiting for his response.
He blinked.
“God, I love you, too.” He shivered as he bent to kiss me once more, only this time, he held my face and kissed me so deep, he fucked my mouth with his tongue until I was gasping. I yanked his stretchy, dark purple, crushed velvet pants down enough to get to his cock and stroked it with both of my hands, running myfingertip over his Prince Albert piercing, smearing his precum all over, and he shuddered, moaning my name.
“I want to watch you come,” I rasped. I spit into my hand, and his eyes flared before taking on that heavy-lidded, lust-filled look I craved from him. The slickness of my hand over his shaft made us both moan and he gripped my shoulders for support. He pumped his hips forward and pressed his forehead against mine. The blissed-out expression on his face was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“You better still fuck me when we get back to the lodge,” he said, his movements getting jerkier.
“I’d love to, babe, now come for me. I want it.”
“It’s yours,” he cried, and then he was coming in my hand, his whole body spasming. He fell against me, barely able to stand up. “Fuck, Shane. Good, so good.”
I held him against me while he caught his breath, and then he handed me a tissue, pulled his pants up and dragged me by the hand out of the studio.
“I can’t believe we did that in here,” he said as I punched in the code to lock and alarm the building.
“I can’t believe wehadn’tdone it yet. I’ve caught Leland and Morrison getting it on in there, and I’ve heard Lydia and Unice have gotten a little freaky in there too. The studio has seen a lot of action.”
