Buried Notes (Brothers of Rock #4) by Karolyn James, K James Page B

towards him. The covers were down
to her elbow and he couldn’t help himself as he lifted the covers and took a
peak at the rest of the beautiful woman he had shared a bed with. The subtle
curve of her hip. The roundness of her backside. He leaned forward and kissed
Becky’s shoulder. He leaned a little more and caught her smiling.
    She was awake.
    Then from the corner of his eye he
saw the clock next to the bed.
    “Shit,” he whispered.
    “I know,” Becky said. “Your tour
bus...”
    “We’re cutting out... well, soon as
I get back,” Chris said. “I’m going to take hell for this.”
    “Totally worth it though,” Becky
whispered.
    She rolled to her back and casually
left the sheets where they were, leaving her breasts exposed for Chris’s
enjoyment. His left hand was busy propping his head up but his right hand did
not hesitate to touching one of Becky’s breasts. His fingertips glided around
her nipples and then he cupped her, smiling as his eyes met hers again.
    “Totally worth it,” he whispered
and moved down for a kiss.
    Becky turned her head and Chris
found her cheek. It wasn’t what he wanted and when he pulled back, he opened
his hand.
    “Becky...”
    “I have to get you back to your
bus,” she said.
    “Okay. If last night...”
    “I slept with the bassist from
Chasing Cross,” Becky said. “What else could I ask for in a wild night?”
    Becky smiled. It told Chris
everything he needed to know. He was the one being used last night, not that it
was a bad thing. He had no commitment to Becky. His commitment was to the four
guys on a tour bus, waiting for him.
    “Glad I could be here,” Chris said.
“I’m sure you have enough to get back at that ex of yours.”
    “Screw him,” Becky said. “This
story is all mine.”
    Chris laughed and climbed over
Becky. He moved slow, an obvious kind of slow, just in case there was the
smallest chance at all of something happening again. When their eyes met as
Chris’s body hung over Becky’s, he could feel it all again. Just like last
night. Something that went beyond the lust of the moment or the passion of what
the sex meant to both of them.
    The seconds ticked along, each one
making it more and more impossible to find the right words to say.
    When Chris’s foot touched the floor
it signaled the actual end of it all. The moment was intensely bittersweet. It
wasn’t that he was leaving Becky because he had some job he hated. Or something
else out there waiting he wasn’t sure of. He was leaving to get on a tour bus
and head northwest to Nevada for another set of shows. One show in Reno, a big
show in Vegas, and then back to California to wrap up the current leg of the Chasing
Cross tour. It was everything he wanted in life, but as he looked over his
shoulder and snuck more than one peek at Becky as she dressed herself, he
started to wonder if he wanted more.
    The thought was sudden and scary. However,
Chris blamed it on the fact that he had not only met a beautiful woman, she was
naked, gave him a big, warm bed to sleep in, and was also very cool and
understanding of everything.
    “Let’s get moving,” Becky said as
she pulled her hair from her shirt.
    She put on the same clothes from
the night before.
    Something about it was really sexy
to Chris. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe it was because the women that
flocked to the band were usually fake. Fake in everything they did. But nothing
about Becky seemed fake.
    Once they got in Becky’s car, she
turned and looked at Chris.
    “You have until we get to your tour
bus to tell me what’s going on in your head,” she said. “Or else you’ll regret
it forever.”
    “Tell you what?” Chris asked.
    “Come on,” Becky said. “I’m not an
idiot. If you keep staring like you are, you’re going to start to drool.”
    Chris snickered and looked forward.
    What was he supposed to say to
Becky right then? What was the protocol for this?  Hookups and one night stands
seemed to be part