Craving Talon (9 page)

“That’s fine. Thanks for letting me know.”
 

“Anytime. Do you need anything?”
 

I smile. “Coffee and lots of it.”
 

He laughs and I step back onto the bus and go for the coffee maker only to stop when I see Kyle standing in the hallway, looking confused. “Hey cowboy, what’s wrong?”
 

He looks at me but the confusion doesn’t clear. “I couldn’t figure out where you were. I guess I’m not awake yet.”
 

I go over and wrap my arms around him. “Go back to sleep, we’re here and we have about three hours before sound check.” He bends down and kisses me square on the lips.
 

“You good?”
 

“I’m great. I have some work to do, so I’m going to get started. I’ll come wake you guys in what, an hour? Two?”
 

He gives me smirk. “An hour if you want some before the concert.”
 

I roll my eyes. “Insatiable much?”
 

“Maybe.” He kisses me again and stumbles back to bed.
 

I get my coffee started and pull out my laptop, plugging it in and firing it up.
 

Twenty minutes later, with coffee in hand, I have my emails filtered. After a brief glance at the alerts for the day, I decide that there is very little in the way of news. A couple of outlets are still speculating on Dex’s night of drugs and women, but the story has died from the respectable outlets. Many are still discussing me, including headlines regarding tonight’s show.
 

“Will she be back?” and “Who is she?” seem to be the number one headlines.
 

“Yes, I will be back. Tonight? That is the question,” I mumble to myself as I switch to Trinity and Cami’s folder.
 

I start with the oldest stuff. Mostly Bold related, little to do with me, until I get to four emails.
 

The first one:
 

From: Cameron Micheals

To: Addison Beltrand

Subject: Performance Contract.

Good Morning,

I hope you and the guys made it on the bus and out of town on time. I have been hard at work since very early this morning, but don’t fret, Jaden had me up so I got some work done.
 

Vicious Records has agreed to the performance deal I sent them, which means, you’re free to perform both songs with 69 Bottles during Albuquerque and the rest of the tour. The only thing I couldn’t negotiate on was how many shows. At this point they’re requiring all shows from now until the end of the tour, and due to recent events, the tour is under review for length and added shows. However, the contract at this point only covers through LA.
 

There is a hefty salary for you for each show of about $75,000. Which is damn good for eight minutes worth of work.
 

More to come on the recordings. They’re being remastered as I type this and let me tell you, they sound AMAZING!
 

Have a GREAT Day!!
 

Cami

Cameron Michaels

CEO Bold International, Inc.

I slump back in the bench seat. God, that is a lot of money for two freaking songs. Makes me wonder what the guys are getting paid for a whole show.
 

I move onto the next one.
 

From: Cameron Michaels

To: Addison Beltrand

Subject: Recordings

Hello again,
 

I’m guessing by the lack of reply on my last email that you’re more than likely sleeping or haven’t gotten around to checking your email, or judging by the immediate voicemail I received, your phone is off or dead. :-)

For the recordings, Vicious approved the recording for ‘Your Eyes’, in fact they love it. We didn’t even get to talking about ‘To Be Free’ and they agreed to record it in New York for album sales, provided the band agrees to make it a single or a preview to their upcoming album. That’s between the band and Vicious so I’m assuming Kyle will be all over that.
 

Financials are still to be determined.
 

You’re well on your way!
 

Break a leg tonight,
 

Cami

Cameron Michaels

CEO, Bold International, Inc

From: Cameron Michaels

To: Addison Beltrand

CC: Kyle Black

Subject: Recording Contracts

Hello Again!
 

Attached you will find for your review, the initial contracts for both the recordings completed last night. You will notice a significant increase in the dollar amount for ‘To Be Free’.
 

Also you will find the contract for the New York recordings, this just covers what is being paid to complete the recordings.
 

The final contract, regarding single sales on ‘Your Eyes’ - Duet and ‘To Be Free’ is still under negotiations and I don’t expect that to be completed until about a week before the recordings are scheduled.
 

Congrats! You should both be very proud!! 69 Bottles is at the top of their game right now! Keep it that way! :-)
 

Cami

Cameron Michaels

CEO Bold International, Inc

I spend the next twenty minutes reading over the contracts she attached. Holy crap! I knew musicians made a ton of money, even some of the lesser known musicians make bank, but fuck. I had no idea a little no name like myself could make so much money. The ‘To Be Free’ recording is budgeted in its entirety, with expenses, over ten million dollars. My percent still stands at fifteen after expenses, but with that kind of money, it’s still a hell of a lot. The contract for ‘To Be Free’ really only outlines Talon and not the band.
 

I wonder idly if that has to do with the fact that we recorded it with just him and me.
 

My iMessage chimes. I click on it, it’s Cami.
 

Cami: you’re alive?

Me: If you want to call it that, lol. I just got through your emails. Are you for real?
 

Cami: LOL! Yes, welcome to the big times.
 

Me: I’m still not sure about all of this.

Cami: It’s well deserved, you’re amazing. Tristan always told me that I’d find a talent all my own. I think I’ve done that with you.

Me: No pressure or anything.

Cami: HAHA, no pressure. Listen, I forgot something in my last email with the recordings. If you guys perform To Be Free it should be performed the way it’s recorded.
 

Me: So just me and Talon?

Cami: Yup.
 

Me: I don’t think that will be a problem. I’ll talk to him when he wakes up.
 

Cami: Wearing him out huh? LOL

Me: OMG I can’t believe you said that. LOL!

Cami: Well, if there is one thing you will learn about me, I’m not subtle and more than that, I’m a very open minded person. Who you are is who you are and if you’re keeping both those boys comfortable, all the power to you.
 

Me: OMG you’re making me blush over here.
 

Cami: HAHA! Sorry. I’m nothing if not honest. Gotta run. I’ll keep you posted, but I think we’re all set for now. Knock em dead tonight and I look forward to the youtube videos tomorrow.
 

Cami: Crap, I almost forgot. Vicious is working on putting together a live recording of the concert. They want to discuss the possibilities of releasing a live album with the band, but shhh, okay fine tell Talon, but it’s not set in stone. Earliest ETA is Chicago. Latest would probably be Denver.
 

Me: Live recording, jesus, they really are bigger than I thought they were.
 

Cami: LOL! They’re getting there. Gotta jet. Have a great afternoon.

Me: Thanks, you’re the best.

Riding high on adrenaline from the conversation and emails from Cami, I bound toward mine and Kyle’s room, looking for my stuff. I’m gonna jump in the shower and start getting ready for tonight. When I get into the room, I notice a sports bottle on Kyle’s bed and wonder where that came from, Kyle doesn’t usually drink that stuff, but I shrug it off.
 

I find my suitcase along with the two new suitcases and matching travel bag tucked between the bunks and the closet. I have no idea where they put everything when they packed so I start with the bag. Opening it up I find the majority of my bathroom stuff inside. My curling iron, flat iron, and all my make-up.
 

I pull out the smaller of the two new suitcases and lay it out on the floor. “Oh,” I squeak. Inside the smaller of the two are the sexier things they bought for me when they went shopping along with three black bags. I open up one of them and find some open packages and a black…Oh. It’s the butt plug Talon used on me this morning. It’s really small. God, it felt ten times that size. I look further into the bag and find the lubricant and the vibrator which is just a little bullet looking thing. Also inside the bag are two additional butt plugs, each one larger than the other. Progression is all I can think when I see them. I tuck the bag back in the suitcase and while I am eager about what else they bought, I zip up the case and set it aside, finally going for the larger one.
 

I look around for my original suitcase. I don’t see it at first and I know that it came down from the hotel. Finally looking up I see it’s sitting on my bed. Phew. Okay, back to the big purple one. Unzipping it, I find all the new clothes they bought for me and I go digging for two things. The black and purple corset and the very full, super short, black skirt. The corset is option one, but if it’s too painful, I think I’ll go back to the top I wore last night with the black skirt.

For now, I grab my towel, a pair of shorts and a tank top and step through the curtain, nearly slamming into Kyle. “Shit,” I say as I stumble backward. He catches me.
 

“Fancy meeting you here,” he smirks. “Where’s the fire?”
 

“Shower.” I smile.
 

“Want some company?” He wiggles his eyebrows.
 

“On the bus, I barely fit in that thing.” I laugh.
 

“Oh, we can make it work.”
 

I smile at him and slide past him, wiggling my butt in his direction. “You comin’ or what?”
 

“Right behind you,” he smirks again and I shove off to the bathroom. I step inside and shut the door, but I don’t lock it. I turn on the water and strip out of my clothes. I’m just barely stepping in when Kyle opens the door. The same Cheshire smirk is on his lips when he takes in my naked form.
 

“What?” I breathe.
 

“You’re like a goddess, you know that?” He pulls off his t-shirt, locks the door, pushes his shorts down, freeing himself and I can see that he’s already hard. “You’re perfect in every way.” He steps toward me, “So soft, with luscious curves and a beautiful rack.”
 

I snort. “You almost had me turning into a puddle.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can still turn you into a puddle,” he breathes against my neck.
 

“I know you can,” I say breathily.
 

He pushes me gently backwards and into the shower. “Turn around,” he commands and I do.
 

The water rushes down my chest as he presses into my back. I can feel his erection pressing against my ass and I flick my hips. His hands come up to cup my breasts, his fingers taking my nipples and tugging on them. I moan. He continues tugging and twisting. I writhe against his erection and I hear his breath hitch in his throat.
 

One of his hands begins roaming south, across my stomach to cup my mound and I feel his finger sliding against my clit. “Kyle,” I groan and he picks up his pace. The sensations are intense as he plays with my clit, while his other hand massages my nipple. His hips grind his erection against my backside. “Take me,” I moan. “I need you inside me.”
 

His hand falls away from my breast and I can feel him adjusting himself, preparing to enter me. I raise myself onto my toes, giving him a little more leverage to slide inside. He guides my hips back, forcing me to bend forward. Water is cascading down my back as I feel the head of his cock against my entrance. “Please,” I beg him and I feel him push inside me. He keeps pushing until he’s sheathed inside. “Fuck,” I pant when I feel his sigh of contentment as he slides home. I’m trying to stay quiet but his hand on my clit and his cock buried inside of me has my legs trembling and my orgasm building.
 

“So beautiful,” he breathes. “The way your skin blushes when you’re aroused.” He pounds into me. “So fucking beautiful.” He starts sliding in and out of me faster and harder. Spurring my orgasm on. The fire in my veins flows hard and fast. My clit hardens under his touch; gentle strokes that match his pushing and pulling inside of me. “Arghh,” he moans, slamming harder into me, sliding out again he almost falls out, I push my hips back into him, burying him again. “Damn it, baby girl,” he growls. “I’m gonna fucking come if you keep that up.”