“I just…” Her breath shuddered a little. “I needed to hear your voice.”
“Bad day at work?” he asked, nodding to Bax as he slipped by, because this call was going to take longer than a few clicks.
She cleared her throat. “I fudged a few lines. We had to do four takes because of me.”
“We all have off days,” he said. “You’re human. Is your mom painting at your apartment today?” He didn’t want her to be alone. Not when she sounded like she needed someone to fix her pasta.
“No,” she said. “She and Dad decided to go to Yosemite to paint the trees.” She stopped. “Not the actual trees, but to do some acrylic or oils or something.”
“So you’re there all by yourself?” he asked, his throat sounding raspy.
“Uh-huh,” she said with a sigh.
“My wife had a bad day and now she’s lonely.” He hated that he wasn’t there to make it better. She needed more than only his voice, she needed to know how damn much he missed her too.
“My hand is at your navel,” he said, already striding back to the tour bus so he could talk to his wife in private. “Pushing down under the waistband of your underwear.”
“Knox?” she asked, his name uncertain. “Are you still in the VIP line?”
“Nope.” He jogged across the little path to the tour buses.
“The pink ones you liked last time,” she said with a laugh.
He did like those because there was not a lot of fabric for him to fight with. The second he saw her name flash on the screen of his phone he was hard for her. The moment he heard her voice his dick jolted and begged for attention. But the moment he realized she needed him, too, he was ready to do anything for her.
“I’m on my bus now,” he said as he stepped onto the bus and headed for the bedroom. You know, in case somebody came searching for him and heard a conversation they didn’t expect. “Put your hands between your legs for me, Noodle Cup.”
“Knox,” she said, like she was going to balk at his proposal.
“Let me take care of you,” he said. “Distract you.”
“Areyourpants still on?” she asked, already breathing hard.
They were on a time crunch, so he didn’t even remove his boots. Just unhooked his belt, pulled his pants and his boxers to his thighs, and gripped himself with his right hand.
“Nope,” he said, giving his dick a stroke and pull.
“My underwear is off,” she said on a breath.
“You wanna video call?” He lay back on the bed, letting his hand pull lazy against his erection.
“Honestly? I just needed to hear your voice before I crash.” She sounded spent. “But now I’m all kinds of turned on.”
“You want me to sing to you?” he asked, because he would. He’d sing to her all night if that’s what she needed, because at some point he’d finally recognized that he’d fallen headfirst in love with this woman.
“Always,” she said, making the little noise she always did when he slid his fingers inside her.
“Here’s what you’re going to do,” he said, closing his eyes and picturing her on her bed with her hand between her legs. “Is your lipstick tube nearby?”
She full-on laughed at that. “When is it not?”
“Then let’s improvise, yeah?” Improvising could be fun, too.
“I like that,” she murmured.
“Put a pillow under your hips, yeah?” he instructed, voice low, sitting up to grab the lotion for himself. “That done?”
There was shuffling in the background before she said, breathy, “Uh-huh.”
