He didn’t so much as lift a finger to help me unbuckle his pants and pull his dick out, just sat sprawled like he was entitled to be treated like this.
I stroked up and down his length with my fist, admiring the bold piercing that hadn’t been there when he was younger.
He raised an eyebrow. “If I wanted a hand job, I’d do it myself.”
If literally anyone else spoke to me like that, I’d lose my shit. But when he did it I turned into a puddle of desire…and he knew it.
I held his smoldering gaze as I licked around the head of his cock, still stroking with a fist despite what he’d said. His groan when I slid him into my mouth was better than any praise.
I worked fast, not teasing or messing around. I was a fucking master of giving head and if he wanted me to do my job, I’d show him just how well I could do it.
Within minutes, he laid a hand on my head. I didn’t know if it was to warn me or to stop me from pulling away when he was about to come, but he finished with a low grunt.
I looked him in the eye as I swallowed.
“Good girl.”
I slid back into the seat next to him, feeling powerful and hollow at the same time. I wanted this with him, this primal sexual energy that always combusted between us. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want more.
I wanted to know what his life had been like in the last nine years and how he felt about his wild success. Did he struggle with fame like his brother did? Was that why he had the night terrors or was that related to something else?
I wanted the sex, but I was hungry for the connection too.
As it turned out, I hadn’t just missed fucking him.
I missed my best friend.
Was he even still that guy?
I laid my hand on his thigh, rubbing it back and forth along the fabric of his jeans. His expression softened as he looked at me. “Maia, I…”
Someone knocked on the window sharply. I hadn’t even noticed we’d stopped, but the driver was standing outside Zane’s door, politely waiting to open it given the sudden privacy we’d needed.
Zane pushed the door open and got out. When I moved to follow, he said to the driver, “Take her back to the hotel please, Eddie.” To me, he said, “Don’t wait up.”
He closed the door and walked away without so much as a backward glance.
32
ZANE
Now
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“Great performance, Zane! Thanks for coming on.”
I shook the producer’s hand, trying to keep it together a little longer. I just needed to get in the car and get back to the hotel.
I ignored the concerned looks Dan and Kelly were giving me. The song and interview we did for the late show had gone off without a hitch, but now I felt like I was crawling out of my skin. I couldn’t get the mic off fast enough to get the fuck out of there.
I knew what was coming with the tour and thought having Maia along would help ease me into it, but having her with me all day only made it harder. She was the embodiment of temptation.
Not the sexy kind, though she was that too. She was the temptation to buckle. She was caring in all the wrong ways for me right now. I couldn’t afford to be weak.
If I caved under the pressure that felt like it was going to drown me, I was never going to see the surface again.
So I held her at arm’s length all day, barely able to look at her without wanting to unburden myself to her. She signed up for a good time with no feelings involved. She didn’t agree to be my fucking therapist because I couldn’t get my shit together.
