“I wish I were twenty-two again,” he murmured as he rolled onto his back.
“Stage life kicking your ass?” She sauntered into the room, already pulling off her shirt to give him a little show.
He grinned. “Maybe I’m not that tired.”
“Hmm.” She pulled her leggings down and kicked them off so she was just in her skivvies.
“Maybe my twenties were overrated,” Bax said, propping himself up on his arm, his erection filling up his fly.
Courtney’s pulse thrummed a little harder, and she moved over him on the bed, unbuckling his belt and working his jeans down his thighs.
Then she took him into her mouth—deep and long and oh so very Bax.
He moaned, holding her hair in his hands as she gave him a reward for a job well done.
“You,” he groaned, as she worked him with her hand and her mouth. “I want you, Courtney.”
He held her eyes with his as the wheels turned behind them, and she removed her panties, mounted him, and took him for a ride.
This wasn’t a quick fuck or a frantic bull ride… this was long and slow where she took the reins and rode her rock star.
When they both came, she was on top of him, her knees on both sides of his hips, and he had a wicked grin that made her heart swell.
He pulled her down to him, settling her on her side and nuzzling her neck. Somewhere between Denver and Fort Collins, they’d lost the rest of their clothes. Now, it was him and her and… peace.
She grinned. He smiled.
And this life they had together did not suck.
* * *
Thankfully,Bax didn’t question Irina. He said his hellos, remembered her from the photo on Courtney’s apartment wall, but was too overwhelmed with the fans and the signings for more digging.
The Cheyenne concert went as well as Red Rocks. Even better, some might say, since Courtney ensured that Knox used the facilities before hitting the stage.
The concert finished, the guys tromped offstage. Bax kissed the hell out of her on his way by.
She dug that. Dug that he didn’t mind the public display of affection or the photos that would turn up online afterward. Dug that he stopped long enough to think of her. Do something about it. And make a promise for later.
“I won’t be tired tonight. It’s my turn to take lead.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Wait up for me?”
Well, duh.
She nodded.
He got shuffled away with the crew and had to break the connection with Courtney to pay attention to where he headed. Backstage was a mix of cords and equipment storage boxes in various stages of unpacking and packing. A person had to watch their feet so they didn’t biff it.
“Hey, Courtney.” Knox settled in beside her, draped his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her against him.
She moved along with him toward the exit that led to the VIP tent, but she had no intention of going in.
The band would prepare for their VIP meet and greet. She was preparing for them to get mobbed, so she could grab Chet, and Irina, and maybe Becca and head for her favorite Wyoming milkshake stand.
She’d called ahead, and they would have a vegan milkshake and a smoothie waiting for her.
“Hey, Knox.” She glanced up at him. Grinned. “What do you want? Do you need to go potty again?”
He scrunched his nose and shook his head. “No. Thanks for asking though.”
