Private Affair (The Private Series) (20 page)

“As husband and wife.”

I sigh, “Yes and I cannot wait till that day comes.”

“Soon, my love. Soon. And hey, I am sorry I jumped on you about the photo.”

“I can understand…I mean I acted the same way when you told me that it was Nicole who sent you the picture.” Yeah, I have to admit that royally pissed me off.

“I think it’s time I change my number,” He tells me.

“Sooner rather than later I say, because there might be other photos in the future and I don’t want to have to worry about her getting into your head.” Tony is in the public and since I will be there with him during most of it, a photo of us together is bound to pop up from time to time. Do I like it? Hell no, but it comes with the job position.

“Hopefully not too many photos…” He whispers.

“You know more than anyone that I can’t control that.”

“Yeah, I know,” His voice has a tone of defeat and realization. “So are you alone?” He asks.

I pop my head out of my bunk and look up and down the bus. “Definitely.” I assure him.

“Good. Take your pants off.” He demands, and I am giddy. I miss his touch already. How am I ever going to get through four weeks of this?

“Ok, now you.” I tell him.

“Oh, I am already naked and ready for you.” Oh, my.

My breath hitches at his blatant confession. “Are you hard?”

“I am always hard when I hear your voice. You have the sweetest sound about you and when your voice pitch changes when you are turned on, it’s the hottest thing ever.”

“I didn’t realize I was so obvious.”

“Oh, it is to me sweetheart. Now those pants better be off and your shirt. I want you to climb under the covers, just to make sure no one can see you.” His voice is husky and drawn out. Needing.

I am clumsily doing as I am told, these bunks are tiny as fuck and I am small, and they are teeny to me. “Okay, now what?”

“Good. I want you to tell me how wet you are for me. Touch yourself.”

I do. I close my eyes and I imagine his hands on me, instead of my own. I let out a soft moan and my eyes pop open, I have to be careful in case someone comes on the bus … besides me.

“Really wet I take it, by that moan of yours. I am holding myself for you Tess.”

Fuck this is hot.

“Grip your hard dick for me. I want to hear your ragged breath as you pump yourself.” I can’t believe I just told him to do that. But it’s what I want, what I want to be doing to him.

I can hear his breathing pick up and I get even wetter and my nipples go heard. I need to feel his mouth on them. “I want your mouth on my hard nipples Ben. I need to feel you.”

“Lick your finger tips and roll your nipples with them.”

I put my thumb and index finger in my mouth and get them wet. Once I reach my hard nipples I squeak with pleasure. I can hear Ben growl.

“Ben, that feels so good. I need to feel you inside of me.”

“Get two fingers ready for me. Are you at your opening? I want you to go in deep. I want you to feel me. I can feel you baby, do you feel me?” He asks.

“I am inside Ben, I need you hard and fast. Can you get there with me? I don’t know how much more time we have alone.” I pant out and I nervously peak out the curtain once more and still no one.

Ben growls and hisses out, “fingers in, thumb on the clit and keep on those nipples. Ready? Come with me baby.” I can hear his breathing going unsteady and staggered.

I am pushing my eyes closed imagining him as hard as I can. I visualize him over me, mouth on my breasts and going hard in and out of me. “Faster Ben.”

“I am almost there baby, are with me?”

“I…I…Ben…”

“Let it out baby, let me hear you….come on before someone gets on the bus with you! I can’t hold it in much longer!”

I am unraveling before he finishes his plea. “I’m coming, I’m…”

Ben lets out a loud, “fuck” followed by my name. I can’t help but grin from ear to ear.

“How do you feel?” He asks.

I let out a big sigh and a groan, “I don’t think I realized how badly I need to let one out.”

“Gone for one day and you’re already pent up?” he laughs. “What kind of sex fiend monster have I created?”

I let out a giggle and cover my face.

“Your blushing aren’t you? I can tell,” How does he know me so well?

“Isn’t that a good thing that you can still make me blush?”

“You don’t hear me complaining.”

I hear the bus doors open and a loud Roger, “I told you! Two! I would be here at two and we need to be on the road, here it is nearly two-thirty.”

“Punky?” Ben asks on the other line.

I shush him, “Hold on, I hear yelling.” I pull my phone down to my blanket covered chest so I can listen to what’s going on.

“Don’t look at me! I was out here and ready at two! I was sitting up against the back of the bus playing on my phone, waiting for Jennifer.” Tony clarifies.

“Way to throw me under the bus there Towers!” I hear Jennifer snap at Tony.

“I don’t care who is to blame, when I tell you a time to be back on this bus, you get your asses on here!” Roger is really pissed and I never would have guessed that he would freak like this. Then again, it is his job on the line too. “Is Tess here?”

Shit. I search around the bunk for my tee, I finally grab it and whip it over my head. I pop my head out of the curtain, “Yeah, I am here.”

I see the three of them look down the hall at me, Roger nods and points in my direction, “You two could learn a thing from this young lady, and she was here on time.” He shakes his head and jumps into the driver seat.

I hear talking from the side of me in the bunk, shit! Ben! “Hey! I am so sorry! I had to find my shirt and tell them I was here…”

“I know, I heard the whole thing,” He laughs.

“I’m glad you found it funny. Okay, I think it’s time I get some rest, I have another show tomorrow. When are you coming out to one?”

“I’ll be at the Salt Lake City show later this week.”

I smile, because that’s only four days away. I can do this. If we can manage time when he can come out to see me, then this should be a piece of cake. “I can’t wait to see you. I love you.”

“I love you more Punky, now get some rest and I will call you tomorrow.”

I set my phone down and go on the search for my sweatpants in the bunk. When I don’t feel them, I use the light of my phone to inspect the area better and then it hits me. Fuck. They must have fallen out. I groan and smack the back of my head on the wood of the wall behind my head. Shit. Okay, let’s see if I can do this without anyone noticing. I take in a steadying breath and push the bottom of the curtain out ever so slightly to look down and then I see black boots and a tattooed hand picking up my gray sweatpants.

“These must be yours Tess,” Tony asks through the thin fabric separating us.

I sigh and accept it, I reach out, without looking at him. “Yeah,” I take them from him and he laughs.

I slide them on and I can feel my cheeks going red from embarrassment. Maybe he won’t connect the two. I can only really hope. I need something to drink, I packed away a bottle of rum in my bag and I just need a cold Pepsi. Really, need it right about now. I swing my feet over the edge and open the curtain. I see Tony at the table, writing in a notebook.

I stop next to him, bend to get to the small fridge. I retrieve the Pepsi and start to go back to my space, not wanting to interrupt him, when he gets my attention.

“It must be hard being away from him huh?”

I turn back to face him and he looks genuinely interested. “It is,” I reach my bunk and pull out the bottle and hold it up as an offer.

“I could definitely use one of those,” He reaches for a couple of glasses and sets them on the table for us.

I open up the soda and go to pour some in his glass and he stops me, “Nah, I’ll take a couple shots instead. Could use the rush of it.”

“Everything alright?” I ask.

He throws back one shot and sets it down. “Yeah. It’s just, I wanted this my whole life. The deal, the tour, you know the whole thing. Now, I have it and I just don’t know how to handle it. My agent tells me to play up my looks and don’t commit, because it could be bad for my image…”

“But that’s not you.” I state, not ask.

“Right,” He smiles, “You get it.”

I shrug, “I am not a rock star or anywhere near it, but I have been to enough show and watch MTV and VH1 enough to know that most rockers like to live a reckless life, but their lives and careers are over before they should be.”

Tony has poured another shot and holds it out to me, “I will cheer to that.”

I take a sip out of my drink, “I can tell you’re not like most newbie rockers.”

“Thanks Tess.”

Jennifer comes stumbling out of the bathroom, in nothing but a tank top and her bikini cut panties. She comes through the cabin, grabs a beer from the fridge and sits down on Tony’s lap. His eyes widen in shock.

“What are we talking about?” Jennifer asks, holding her bottle out to Tony for him to open it, being the gentleman he is, he pops it open for her.

“Rocker stereotypes,” I tell her.

She snorts a laugh, “There are no stereotypes, and they are all the same. Alcoholics, bad boys and womanizers.”

“Ouch! Is that what you think about me?” Tony plays offended.

She raises an eyebrow, “I can hope for the last.”

Tony looks to me and I know he wants to be saved, “So where were you tonight?” I ask Jennifer.

She rolls her eyes, “Look, I work hard during the day for the magazine and during the show. When it’s over and I punch out, I like to let loose…And I may have gotten ‘loose’ with the drummer from one of the bands.” She smiles mischievously and takes a sip of her beer.

I can’t help but laugh. I think her and Erin would get along pretty well. “Okay, well I am going to head to bunk.”

“What?” Tony asks amused.

“Well, I wouldn’t call it a bed, so I will call it what it is, a bunk. So, I am going to bunk.” I look back and smile.

Jennifer winks at me and Tony raises his shot glass, “Thanks again Tess.”

“Anytime.” Then a thought comes to me, “Tony, can I talk to you for a sec?”

He pushes Jennifer off and gives her a little wink, and meets me by the bunks. His arms open and he is gripping both sides of the bunk beds for support on the bumpy road. “What’s up?”

“You said you were sitting outside behind the bus…”

He looks down and away and then reaches for the back of his neck and his eyes lift to meet mine, “Yeah, I was and just so you know…” His gaze meeting mine with intent, “The walls on this bus aren’t sound proof.”

I can feel my face go red with embarrassment and I cover my face, before he can say anything else. “Oh, my God!” is all I can push out and I am sure it sounds like I am in agony, which I am. I am mortified.

I feel hands on my wrists and they tug my shielding hands away from my face. I see a griming Tony, “Hey! It’s okay! I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Just thought you might want to know, you know before Ben comes for his visit.” He winks and smirks at me. “And Ben is a lucky man, if I do say so myself.”

“Why am I even here?” I ask myself, shaking my head. “I am so new at this and I don’t have a college degree I am still in my early twenties. Why the hell should I even have this opportunity?” I am rambling to myself.

“Because…” Tony steps in closer, when Roger fails at hitting a pot hole. “You are pure. You are talented. You go for the good and ignore the shit of the industry and there are some fake people, who act like jerks only because they think they have to. I can see that, you hold your own, you wouldn’t do anything to hurt a soul and your eye for detail is amazing. Just like the rest of you … that’s why I requested you.”

I find it hard to believe the words that I am hearing. So many years of being told that I can’t and now I am surrounded by people who truly believe in me, it’s surreal. I give him my customary, shrug it off, eye roll and tell him “Thanks.”

Tony finally takes a small step back, giving me my personal space back, “You’ll see it too one day,” and he walks back down the hall to a waiting hot Jennifer.

I know when he brought up the fake people in this lifestyle he had meant Jennifer. I like Jennifer a lot, do I think she’s playing up the job title? A little. Everyone has a back story and a reason to which drives who they are.

Back in my bunk I think about how much Jennifer reminds me of Erin and I feel a little homesick and miss my red headed best friend. I look at my phone and see that it’s nearly three in the morning. Sure it’s the weekend, but would she still be up? It’s Erin, she probably is. I wait for her to answer and when she doesn’t pick up after the third ring I am about to hang up, when she answers.

“Tess! How’s the ride going?” She doesn’t sound at all like she was sleeping, so I release a kept breath I was holding. I know how much Erin hates being woken up and I have felt her early morning wrath in the past. Not pretty.

I sigh, “Pretty good, I mean the first show ended tonight. Had a little argument with Ben.”

“Already? What’s eating at him already?”

I roll my eyes, “Nicole sent him a photo of me and Tony.”