away, his demeanor cutting into my happiness and officially irritating me. “Cut the shit, Dallas. I’m sick of you not liking him. He was your roommate for months. How can you hate him so easily? I was the one who started things with him. And you know what? I don’t give a crap about what you think. You told me you’d accept me being with Stone, but you haven’t. So screw you. I’ll just move out.” It was an empty threat. I had no intentions of moving out. I just wanted him to snap out of whatever funk he was in.
Dallas waved his hand, dismissing me. “Fine. Get out.” He went to his bedroom, leaving Baker and me staring after him in surprise.
“Wow. I was bluffing,” I admitted after I heard the door to Dallas’s door click closed.
“I figured. What’s up with him?” Baker asked me.
“I don’t know. Have you talked to him about Stone at all?” I asked.
“Yeah. He actually told me he was coming around to the idea of you and him together. I don’t get it.”
“Me either. He totally ruined my high.”
Baker patted my hand. “Don’t let him get you down. You should be proud of yourself.”
“I am. If this actually goes through, I don’t think I’ll go back to Maine.”
“Your mother will have a fit,” he commented.
I nodded. “She’ll get over it. Eventually. I’m doing what I want to be happy, and if she doesn’t like it, then she doesn’t truly care about my happiness.”
“So true.”
Nineteen
Stone
It took me an hour to call Ember. I sat in my apartment after I got off the phone with the record company in utter shock. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening. Months of trying and all it took was adding Ember to my set. She was talented, possibly even more talented than me but she wasn’t the type to go off on her own. If she and I stuck together, we could be the next big duet. There were so many possibilities for us. I wanted them all, even if it scared the shit out of me.
I had a hard time waiting to pick her up after work. The hours seemed to drag. Finally, it was eight o’clock and she came out of the restaurant. I was parked out front. She jumped in the truck, leaned over the center console and kissed me.
Our tongues met and dueled passionately. Her fingers dug into the collar of my shirt, keeping me close when I would have pulled away. Her right hand trailed down to the crotch of my jeans and she rubbed me. I was instantly hard.
“Make love to me,” she begged.
I sucked in a breath. I made a promise. I wouldn’t sleep with her. I wouldn’t. The more she moved her hand against me, the more my resolve weakened. Finally, I had to grab her hand and push her back into her own seat.
“We can’t,” I said. I felt as disappointed as she looked.
“Fine,” she pouted.
“Don’t be mad,” I begged.
She buckled and then looked at me. “Is there something wrong with me? Some weird reason you won’t sleep with me?”
Her insecurities were misplaced, but I couldn’t tell her the truth. It would only piss her off. “No, of course not! You’re beautiful. I just want to wait. I want it to be special.”
“It would be special. I don’t agree with this waiting thing,” she murmured.
Sadly, I agreed with her. Maybe there was a way I could get around my promise. At least a little bit.
I drove us to my apartment and led her straight to my bedroom. Her eyes widened and then she grinned. She thought she was getting what she wanted. I kissed her, taking my time to work her up.
She was restless, more than ready to get started, but I forced us to go slow. I removed her shirt, lifting it over her arms and then tossing it behind me. I focused on her full breasts. I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples and she moaned. I wanted her so bad. I knew this was dangerous, but I couldn’t convince myself to stop. I wanted to taste her.
I undid the button on her jeans and the lowered her zipper. I yanked them and her panties down, desperate to get them off her. She
Dallas waved his hand, dismissing me. “Fine. Get out.” He went to his bedroom, leaving Baker and me staring after him in surprise.
“Wow. I was bluffing,” I admitted after I heard the door to Dallas’s door click closed.
“I figured. What’s up with him?” Baker asked me.
“I don’t know. Have you talked to him about Stone at all?” I asked.
“Yeah. He actually told me he was coming around to the idea of you and him together. I don’t get it.”
“Me either. He totally ruined my high.”
Baker patted my hand. “Don’t let him get you down. You should be proud of yourself.”
“I am. If this actually goes through, I don’t think I’ll go back to Maine.”
“Your mother will have a fit,” he commented.
I nodded. “She’ll get over it. Eventually. I’m doing what I want to be happy, and if she doesn’t like it, then she doesn’t truly care about my happiness.”
“So true.”
Nineteen
Stone
It took me an hour to call Ember. I sat in my apartment after I got off the phone with the record company in utter shock. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening. Months of trying and all it took was adding Ember to my set. She was talented, possibly even more talented than me but she wasn’t the type to go off on her own. If she and I stuck together, we could be the next big duet. There were so many possibilities for us. I wanted them all, even if it scared the shit out of me.
I had a hard time waiting to pick her up after work. The hours seemed to drag. Finally, it was eight o’clock and she came out of the restaurant. I was parked out front. She jumped in the truck, leaned over the center console and kissed me.
Our tongues met and dueled passionately. Her fingers dug into the collar of my shirt, keeping me close when I would have pulled away. Her right hand trailed down to the crotch of my jeans and she rubbed me. I was instantly hard.
“Make love to me,” she begged.
I sucked in a breath. I made a promise. I wouldn’t sleep with her. I wouldn’t. The more she moved her hand against me, the more my resolve weakened. Finally, I had to grab her hand and push her back into her own seat.
“We can’t,” I said. I felt as disappointed as she looked.
“Fine,” she pouted.
“Don’t be mad,” I begged.
She buckled and then looked at me. “Is there something wrong with me? Some weird reason you won’t sleep with me?”
Her insecurities were misplaced, but I couldn’t tell her the truth. It would only piss her off. “No, of course not! You’re beautiful. I just want to wait. I want it to be special.”
“It would be special. I don’t agree with this waiting thing,” she murmured.
Sadly, I agreed with her. Maybe there was a way I could get around my promise. At least a little bit.
I drove us to my apartment and led her straight to my bedroom. Her eyes widened and then she grinned. She thought she was getting what she wanted. I kissed her, taking my time to work her up.
She was restless, more than ready to get started, but I forced us to go slow. I removed her shirt, lifting it over her arms and then tossing it behind me. I focused on her full breasts. I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples and she moaned. I wanted her so bad. I knew this was dangerous, but I couldn’t convince myself to stop. I wanted to taste her.
I undid the button on her jeans and the lowered her zipper. I yanked them and her panties down, desperate to get them off her. She
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