Olivia Cunning - Tell Me

This is bullshit, Gabe thought.

Lounging in his favorite recliner, he crossed his legs at the ankle and took another draw off his Corona as he tried not to glare at the latest intruder on Sole Regrets tour bus. They had yet another woman touring with the band. As if it wasnt bad enough that the pregnant chick had decided to set up camp on the bus sofa, now Kellen was courting some red-headed ice queen whod taken up permanent residence at his hip, and Shades ex-sister-in-law turned fuck-buddy kept showing up at their gigs unannounced. He was sure that if Adams woman didnt have to work and Owens new flame wasnt pretending she was mad at him, theyd be on the bus too. And here Gabe was telling Melanie that she couldnt join them on the road. That the band had a rule about women on tour, and rightly so.

Well, screw that. If the rest of the guys were allowed a little female company to occupy them during the long, boring hours between concerts, then he sure as hell wasnt going to upset Melanie again by making her feel unwelcome. She was more than welcome as far as he was concerned. Assuming she even wanted to ride on the tour bus. Spending countless hours on the road with a bunch of guys wasnt exactly the perpetual party everyone thought it was.

Gabe set his beer aside and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He dialed Melanies number, his jaw set in a hard line. He wasnt going to consult the band on this. He didnt care if they thought he was pussy-whipped, or worse, in love with the sweet little accountant hed met in Tulsa. He shouldnt have to take shit for inviting Melanie to the show that night. The guys hadnt bothered asking if their women could join the tour, so why should he be the only one following the rules?

Hey, you, Melanie answered. Her soft voice made the back of his neck tingle with pleasure. I was just thinking about you. I cant wait to see you tomorrow night. Did you make it to New Orleans?

Were on the road somewhere in southern Louisiana. We should be there in an hour or two. Are you at work?

Yeah, but I can take a little break, she said. This spreadsheet can wait.

He was counting on that. Can it wait until Monday?

Huh? Why?

I miss you. He glanced up to make sure the guys hadnt heard that because even though he was willing to go to bat for Melanie, hed be much more comfortable if he kept his love life and his band mates as far apart as possible.

If any of the guys had heard what hed just said to Melanie, no one said anything. Not even Owen, who lived for messing with people. It was weird that the guys had stopped going ballistic any time one of them showed the slightest weakness for a woman. Hell, Kellen was holding Dawns hand in front of everyone and no one had said a thing about it. And Dawn was gazing into Kellens eyes as if entranced and speaking to him in a soft, sensual tone. Or she was when she wasnt too busy laughing at Owens stream of jokes. Now wasnt that just a homey trio?

Granted, Gabe was in a bad mood. Sexy conversations, video chats, and text messages from Melanie had him so horny he couldnt think straight. He hadnt seen her in five days and five long, lonely, cock-in-a-permanent-semi-rigid-state nights. The woman had him so worked up, he was surprised he hadnt done something truly embarrassing. Like fly to Wichita on one of Sole Regrets rare nights off just to see her.

I miss you too, she said. I stopped at a lingerie shop on the way home from work last night. I was going to keep it a secret and surprise you with my new garters and thong

Dont! he interrupted. I cant take another set of blue balls, Mel.

I could help you with those, she said in that voice he associated with sex, though they hadnt even had actual sex since shed started using that sensual tone. Yeah, she had him all sorts of out of his head and into a mentality that focused solely on satiating his libido. With her. He hadnt even considered sating his lust with another woman, even though he was hornier than a herd of longhorn cattle.

Ill head for the ladies room and put you on video chat, she said in a sultry voice. Ill show you what you do to me and then you can show me what I do to you.

Hell yeah, he could.

Just talking to you makes me wet, she continued.

Gabe sucked a tormented breath through his teeth. He could tell, by the low tone of her voice, that she was turned on. He was already familiar with that tone too. In fact, he heard it when he dreamed of her and then woke up so uncomfortably hard that hed started habitually masturbating in the middle of the night. His cock was apparently trying to reclaim its misspent youth. He didnt know how Melanie did itput him in a constant state of arousalbut he couldnt take it anymore. He needed her. Yesterday. Not to mention now. And tomorrow.

Woman, youre going to be the death of me.

He already had a change of state going on in his pants. Just how hard could a cock get without any visual or physical stimulation? Pretty damned hard, apparently. She just had to use that voice on him and he was ready to roll. She couldnt possibly be as great as he remembered, could she? In his mind, hed exalted her to goddess status. If he elevated her any higher, shed have to orbit the moon just to return to Earth.

I plan to make you a very happy man Saturday night, she said.

He had no doubt she would, but he wanted to be a very happy man now. And until she was pressed against him, staring up at him with those beguiling hazel eyes while he buried himself in the slick heat between her legs, he was marginally happy at best. How about making me a very happy man in five hours?

More like five minutes. Im in the ladies room now. Are you ready for me?

He knew what that meant. No way was he going to watch her on video chat in front of the entire bus. He hopped out of his recliner, hurried to the bathroom, and jiggled the handle. Locked.

Let me in, he insisted.

Just a minute, a soft feminine voice said from inside. Lindsey was in the bathroom again? He knew she was six months pregnant, but did she really need to piss every twenty minutes?

Ive started wearing skirts to work every day, Melanie whispered from the phone he had pressed to his ear. Do you know why?

Yeah, he knew why, but he wanted to hear her say it. Tell me.

So its easier to touch myself when I think of you. And I cant seem to stop thinking about you, Mr. Banner. Do you want me to take my panties off now?

Wait until I can watch you do it. I want to watch all of it.

Where are you?

Waiting for the bathroom. He knocked on the door again, as if Lindsey would have forgotten he was out there in the twenty seconds between interruptions.

Almost finished! Lindsey called.

Hurry.

You should feel how hot and swollen my pussy is for you, Gabe, Melanie said in his ear. Just hearing your voice does that to me.

He knew the feeling. God, she was driving him insane.

Dont start without me, he said, rattling the bathroom door handle as if he was about to piss down his leg.

Too late, Melanie said. Ive already started. I have to hurry or Ill be missed at my desk and someone might come looking for me. You wouldnt want me to get caught with my hand up my skirt, would you?

Damn it. If Lindsey didnt hurry up, he was going to miss it. He knew Adam was napping in the bedroom at the back of the bus. He wondered how dead hed be if he woke the guitarist and told him to get lost so he could watch Melanie touch herself and touch himself without a live audience.

What are you doing? he asked Melanie. Tell me.

Ive got my skirt hiked up around my waist. Im holding my pussy is in my hand while I wait. It aches for you, Gabe.