“Not like that.” He laughs. “Though, I’ve never tried that before.”
“Would you let me tie you down?”
“Yes,” he says far quicker than I thought he would. It makes my stomach flutter, more so when his eyes stare into mine. Lust fills his eyes and for some reason that has my pussy throbbing. He still wants me after everything he witnessed. “I’m not sure there is much I wouldn’t let you do to me.”
“Oh. I’m sure I could find something.” I grin at him. “I could put a finger in your ass.”
“I’m not a huge fan of that, but if you want to try it, by all means.” He shrugs, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“You’ve done that before?”
“I’ve had a lot of sex, Prue. There isn’t much I haven’t done.”
“Hmm.” I tap my chin, trying to hide my shock. I know for a fact he has tried a lot of things. The gossip sites didn’t skip out on the details, but hearing he is willing to let me do things to him has me craving to break him. If only to say I did. I want to find the thing that makes Ben crack.
“Keep thinking. I’m sure you’ll find my line at some point. If not, I look forward to you trying.” He laughs, scrolling through his phone some more.
“What are you looking at?”
“Bands.”
“Bands?”
“There is this list of bands that have a need for a guitarist. I’m seeing if there are any good ones out there.”
“Why? Don’t you have a band?”
“For now.” He shrugs. “Aaron is having a baby. Wes is on probation, and I highly doubt he will ever do a tour without Abbey. That’s going to limit us.”
“You think your band is going to break up?”
“I don’t know, but I want to be prepared if it does.”
“You could do that? Just jump to another band?”
“I don’t want to, but I need music. It’s hard for me to not be playing. These last two months have been hell for me. Every one of them have been enjoying the break, but it’s killing me.” He runs his hand through his hair, looking out the window. “Obviously, I would pick playing with them if I could, but if they don’t want to do it anymore, what else can I do?”
I shrug.
I didn’t realize how much music meant to him. I’ve been around band guys a bit, given my brother’s passion for music. A lot of them just enjoy the fame that comes with being a rock star. Sure, they liked music, but I think if they could be famous, make good money and rarely have to play the music, they’d be just as happy.
Not Ben. He seems to crave it. Maybe he can’t do commitment because he is too committed to music.
“What are you going to school for?” He glances at me.
“Nothing really. I never really had a passion. I’m just trying to get my AA while deciding what to major in. I think Cameron got all the passion in the family. I go to school, get good grades, and stay out of trouble so our parents don’t make a big deal about him wanting to be a rock star.”
“That’s very sad.”
“What?” My jaw drops at the nerve of him. I think it’s pretty nice of me, not sad.
“You have nothing you are passionate about? Nothing at all? There isn’t a single thing that brings you joy?”
“I guess at some point I gave up all my dreams so Cameron could live out his.”
“What did you want to be when you were a kid?”
“The same as any other kid. A teacher, a vet, president. I did like art when I was younger. I’m not very good at it, but I do like to draw and paint when I have free time.”
