And there’s that expectant look again that has me blushing. “Probably are,” I mutter, ducking my head for another sip of coffee.
She blinks at me, clearly waiting for more, but when I offer nothing, her mouth drops open. “That’s it? That’s all you’re gonna give me? You’re the worst gossip.”
“I know.” I shrug. I don’t generally share details of my sex life, especially not with people I barely know.
“Come on,” she whines. “You gotta give me something.”
I take my time thinking over what to tell her. It’s difficult, because I’ve honestly had a hard time quantifying what’s been happening with Mason in my own head.
She wiggles in the seat next to me. “Oh, man, you’ve got this dreamy, lust-hazed look on your face. This is gonna be good. I can feel it.”
I burst out laughing, and she pokes out her lip in a pout. Waving my hand in front of my face, I finally throw her a bone. “I don’t know what kinds of details you want, but I’m definitely having the best sex of my life, hands down. And while I definitely agree with the don’t shit where you eat rule on principle, I’m not at all sorry I made an exception.”
Making a dismissive noise, she shoves my shoulder. “You’re as bad as Blaire with your dopey happy cuteness. Ugh. You guys are the worst.”
“Awww,” I mockingly commiserate. “Don’t be mad. We all know you’re just jealous.”
She glances at me with surprise stamped on her face, then joins me in hysterics. “It’s true,” she howls. “It’s so true. Maybe I should find some other act to attach myself to and get into that guy’s pants. It seems to be working well for you and Blaire. Maybe it could work for me too.”
“Don’t even joke about that.” Blaire walks into the greenroom, a stern look on her face aimed at Kelsey. “If you’re missing dick, we can find you dick. No need to change jobs for that.”
“Says you,” Kelsey shoots back.
Blaire waves a hand dismissively. “I’ll hook you up. The Cataclysm tour has some options that might interest you.”
They launch into a conversation of potential hook up choices for Kelsey while our tours are intertwined, and I tune them out, checking the time on my phone. Standing, I finish my coffee and set the mug on a table, slipping away to make the wake up calls for Mason and Aaron.
The one for Aaron is probably unnecessary, since he’s usually up with his daughter long before he absolutely has to be awake.
And the one with Mason is likely to turn a little R rated, if the past week’s wake up calls are anything to go by. Mason likes to detail what he’d do to me if I were still in bed with him, and I always end up flushed and turned on, looking forward to the first opportunity for him to make good on his filthy promises. And while Blaire and Kelsey might be fascinated by this turn of events, that’s something I prefer to keep private.
The guys are all buoyant, running off the high of collaboration and the expectation of a sold-out crowd and a solid performance when they come into the greenroom for dinner after the sound check. Mason strides into the room, his face lit up with laughter and happiness, and he comes straight for me, sweeps me up in his arms and kisses me in front of everyone.
Blaire’s wolf-whistle and Danny’s grumble to get a room eventually penetrate Mason’s single-minded focus, and he sets me on my feet with one more brief kiss and a happy grin before turning to the buffet. Trying to fight back the blush I know is staining my cheeks, I get in line with him to load my plate with food. It’s been a long day, and lunch was a protein bar a few hours ago, so I’m starving.
After the girls’ night conversation last night and then Kelsey’s desire to dish this morning, I’m extra conscious of Mason’s proximity as we settle on a couch next to each other. Glancing around, I notice knowing looks from all the women, and even Aaron seems to be contemplating us and all the places where we touch—Mason’s thigh pressed against mine. The casual way he brushes a strand of hair out of my face while my hands are full. How he leans over for a quick kiss between bites.
Blaire’s expression changes from knowing to curious. The concern from yesterday seems to have been replaced by something else. Like she didn’t expect Mason to behave this way with me.
Which has me ducking my head, focusing on my plate to hide the confusion I know is drawing my brows together.
“Hey,” Mason says, his voice pitched for my ears only. “You okay? Is … this okay?”
Now my confusion is directed at him. “Huh?”
His eyes dart around the room, where the others are sitting and eating their food, the low hum of conversation occasionally punctuated by laughter. “You held my hand in the band meeting yesterday, and I thought ….” He breaks off, clearing his throat. “If I was out of line kissing you like that in front of everyone, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
Oh. I quickly wipe my fingers on a napkin and lay a hand on his arm.
