“What the hell?” he yelled into the phone.
“I told him it wasn’t a good idea, but he explained he doesn’t have very many friends, and he didn’t want to lose me. He apologized about last night. We ate, and then he left. Nothing happened.”
“I know nothing happened. I just don’t trust that guy, Slick. Please, promise you'll be careful. You're too nice for your own good.”
I pictured him rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. Not wanting to talk about Trent any more, I decided to change the subject. “Are you alone?” I asked in what I hoped to be my best phone-sex operator voice.
“I know you're trying to change the subject and damn it if I’m not going to let you.” I heard him shifting around in his rack.
“The guys passed out about thirty minutes ago. I made sure they were out before I called you. What are you wearing, Slick?” His voice was low, and my veins ignited with liquid need.
“Your shirt and a pair of panties.” My voice was just as low as his had been, even though I was alone in the house.
“Are you wet? Are you ready for me?” he whispered.
“Yes.” My voice was husky from lust.
“Slide your hand down into your panties, Slick. Touch yourself and pretend it's my tongue.”
I did as he requested and groaned when I touched my wet center.
“That’s it; that's so fucking hot. My dick's so hard picturing you touching yourself. I'm stroking myself wishing it was your mouth.”
Images of Kill's hand wrapped around his thick shaft brought me closer to the edge. My fingers picked up speed with his encouraging words.
"Slick, I need you to come for me soon. I'm close, and I won't be able to hold off much longer."
My wet folds pulsated around my fingers as I came, drenching my fingers from his words. Kill went right after me.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he panted.
I was afraid things would be awkward after we both came on the phone, but Kill launched into a recount of his day, erasing my fears. His voice and my self-induced orgasm had me melting into the mattress. We both giggled when I told him about Ryan's massive hangover. While Kill was giving me the history of the venue where they’d be playing, I couldn't hold back my yawns any longer.
"Are you falling asleep on me, Slick?"
"Ummhumm. An orgasm will do that to you," I said before yawning again.
“I'll let you get some sleep. Call you tomorrow. Goodnight and I love you.” He blew me a kiss over the phone, and I blew one back to him.
"Love you too. Have fun tomorrow. Show them how awesome my boys are." When we hung up, I let my body fall into a liquid state of relaxation, smiling as I drifted to sleep.
The security team stormed through the house to set up the state-of-the-art system, while Kill and I texted throughout the day. When it was time for me to get ready for work, he had to go do sound check for the show.
Work was a painful reminder Kill was gone. The unspoken rule nobody occupied the JackholeS table was acknowledged inside the bar. My heart ached every time I saw the empty table.
"Hey, sexy bitch. How are you holding up with the boys gone?" Ryan asked, giving me a hug. Her face still showing signs that she was fighting a hangover.
I shrugged out of her embrace. "Honestly, it hasn't set in yet. The house is so quiet, though."
"If it ever gets too quiet, you can crash in my guestroom. Just don't expect me to do the girly sleepover shit. I love you, but not that much." She kissed me on the forehead and went behind the bar to yell at Dax.
Jessie came in to work late, and I assumed it was to avoid me. I decided to let her for the moment, wanting to pull my thoughts together before I ambushed her.
Bambi seemed to be on her best behavior, which meant she didn’t go out of her way to make snide comments to my face.
Unfortunately, everyone wanted to know about the tour, so I was talking about the boys more than I wanted to. I had to answer questions like, where they’d be playing, when they’d be back, and whether I was doing alright all night. My mouth remained clamped shut in order to keep the frustrated scream bubbling in my throat from escaping.
By the end of my shift, my body was dragging. Catcher came over to engulf me with his massive arms. The big bouncer whispered in my ear, "I'm here if you need to talk, Faithy. Let me know if someone is bothering you. I told Kill I’d take care of you while he was gone."