done.”
She pulled the black fleece blanket over her. Plumped her pillows. Gave every indication of settling in for the night. “ I’m done. Well done, thanks to you, but most definitely done. And that was the whole point.”
“No. That was the warm-up act. I’m ready for my turn.”
“I’ll bet you are.” Kylie pointed down at the sheet puddled at his feet. Wordlessly, Cam handed it to her. “But that’s what’s expected. A blow job would be the proper way to reciprocate.”
“Damn right it would be.”
“Which is why I’m not going to give you one. ’Cause not doing it is the wrong thing to do.” Kylie propped herself up on one elbow, mirroring the position they’d started in a mere ten minutes ago. “You said you’d help me be bad. Tonight, that means you walking away. Let me revel in my solitary, unshared orgasm.” With a gurgle of laughter, she yanked the drape closed. “G’night.”
He couldn’t help but laugh himself as he stared at the closed curtain. Kylie sure knew how to stick to her guns on this whole bad-decisions kick. Respect warred with amusement and about a fuck-ton of frustration.
Now Cam had no clue if he wanted the good-girl version of Kylie or the bad girl. But he was certain he wanted either version of her way more than he should.
CHAPTER FIVE
Once they finished sound check, Cam found himself up by the front of the Majestic Theatre. At the goody table. He’d told Jake he was checking on the setup. See if they needed to order more bumper stickers and CDs to be shipped to their next stop in Minneapolis. But really? Cam was checking on the goody girl.
Kylie looked like all the women in the audience of their shows. No, that wasn’t it. She dressed like all the other women, in a white tank with some lace hugging her curves and denim shorts. Cam could walk out into downtown Madison and probably find five other women beating the summer stickiness in the same outfit. But none of them would look like Kylie.
Something about her blew him away. She was pretty, with the pale skin and bright red hair, sure. But it was more than that. Cam just couldn’t put his finger on it. So he’d keep circling her until he could. Kylie was a melody running through his brain. One that didn’t have words yet. And nothing drove him more crazy than an unfinished song.
He thwacked the tall pile of bright blue Riptide shirts. “You ready to rake in the dough for us tonight?”
“You’re the one who gets the people in the door. I just take advantage of them once they’re here,” she said, looking up with a smug grin.
“Thatta girl.” Cam snaked an arm around her waist. Just as fast, Kylie spun out of the embrace.
“What are you doing?”
Damned if he knew. “We finished sound check. I’ve got some time to kill. Thought it’d be nice to do it with you.”
“You said nobody can know we’re hooking up. That means no groping in public, random, accidental or otherwise. I’m okay with doing the wrong thing in private, but we shouldn’t do it out here in the open.”
How come he topped her by four years, but Kylie sometimes came off as the older and wiser of the two of them? For a girl with no real-life experience, she had a core of strength and sass that amazed him. Using his hand as a loose manacle around her wrist, he said, “You’re right. So come with me.”
“What about the goody table?” she asked as he pulled her through the lobby to a small door next to the popcorn machine.
“Theater’s locked up tight for at least another two hours. You could leave John Lennon’s autographed guitar on that table, and it’d still be there when we get back.” Cam grabbed a key off the top rim of the machine, right where it had been the last time he was there. Did a quick three-sixty to make sure no one was around to witness their disappearing act, then unlocked the door.
A single bulb lit the dusty, spiral staircase. It creaked loudly beneath
She pulled the black fleece blanket over her. Plumped her pillows. Gave every indication of settling in for the night. “ I’m done. Well done, thanks to you, but most definitely done. And that was the whole point.”
“No. That was the warm-up act. I’m ready for my turn.”
“I’ll bet you are.” Kylie pointed down at the sheet puddled at his feet. Wordlessly, Cam handed it to her. “But that’s what’s expected. A blow job would be the proper way to reciprocate.”
“Damn right it would be.”
“Which is why I’m not going to give you one. ’Cause not doing it is the wrong thing to do.” Kylie propped herself up on one elbow, mirroring the position they’d started in a mere ten minutes ago. “You said you’d help me be bad. Tonight, that means you walking away. Let me revel in my solitary, unshared orgasm.” With a gurgle of laughter, she yanked the drape closed. “G’night.”
He couldn’t help but laugh himself as he stared at the closed curtain. Kylie sure knew how to stick to her guns on this whole bad-decisions kick. Respect warred with amusement and about a fuck-ton of frustration.
Now Cam had no clue if he wanted the good-girl version of Kylie or the bad girl. But he was certain he wanted either version of her way more than he should.
CHAPTER FIVE
Once they finished sound check, Cam found himself up by the front of the Majestic Theatre. At the goody table. He’d told Jake he was checking on the setup. See if they needed to order more bumper stickers and CDs to be shipped to their next stop in Minneapolis. But really? Cam was checking on the goody girl.
Kylie looked like all the women in the audience of their shows. No, that wasn’t it. She dressed like all the other women, in a white tank with some lace hugging her curves and denim shorts. Cam could walk out into downtown Madison and probably find five other women beating the summer stickiness in the same outfit. But none of them would look like Kylie.
Something about her blew him away. She was pretty, with the pale skin and bright red hair, sure. But it was more than that. Cam just couldn’t put his finger on it. So he’d keep circling her until he could. Kylie was a melody running through his brain. One that didn’t have words yet. And nothing drove him more crazy than an unfinished song.
He thwacked the tall pile of bright blue Riptide shirts. “You ready to rake in the dough for us tonight?”
“You’re the one who gets the people in the door. I just take advantage of them once they’re here,” she said, looking up with a smug grin.
“Thatta girl.” Cam snaked an arm around her waist. Just as fast, Kylie spun out of the embrace.
“What are you doing?”
Damned if he knew. “We finished sound check. I’ve got some time to kill. Thought it’d be nice to do it with you.”
“You said nobody can know we’re hooking up. That means no groping in public, random, accidental or otherwise. I’m okay with doing the wrong thing in private, but we shouldn’t do it out here in the open.”
How come he topped her by four years, but Kylie sometimes came off as the older and wiser of the two of them? For a girl with no real-life experience, she had a core of strength and sass that amazed him. Using his hand as a loose manacle around her wrist, he said, “You’re right. So come with me.”
“What about the goody table?” she asked as he pulled her through the lobby to a small door next to the popcorn machine.
“Theater’s locked up tight for at least another two hours. You could leave John Lennon’s autographed guitar on that table, and it’d still be there when we get back.” Cam grabbed a key off the top rim of the machine, right where it had been the last time he was there. Did a quick three-sixty to make sure no one was around to witness their disappearing act, then unlocked the door.
A single bulb lit the dusty, spiral staircase. It creaked loudly beneath
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