During the first five minutes back on the bus to pick out his clothes, I laid on his bed and fantasized about lying beneath him while he pressed himself inside me. The thought sent chills racing down my spine to crash into my throbbing girly bits. What would having sex with Abel be like? He was long, but would it be lasting? Just seeing him hard in his jeans made it obvious that a girl would feel him for days after the event.

I opened his bedside drawer to put a box of condoms in it only to find there were already two there. My heart did a sad little flip knowing that some other woman would feel this bed rock tonight. I had my chance and I passed it up. Even though he said it wasn’t over, I knew it would be the minute some blonde babe flashed her boobs. Sex went hand in hand with touring. I’d been on the heathens’ bus for a day and Scott had already been with two women. One he let on the bus at our first meal stop. The second was her friend that got on when we stopped for gas.

These guys had no shame. I finally climbed in the junk bunk, the space where they threw their extra stuff, and put in my headphones to muffle out the endless stream of fuck me baby and harder you bastard.

Toby never stopped playing his base and I was an exhausted mess by the time we got to Dallas.

Seeing Abel was like seeing sunshine for the first time in my life. He looked damn good. Almost hot chocolate with extra whipped topping good. And when he smiled, I wanted to smack myself upside the head for leaving his bus.

The last hour was spent making sure everything he needed was there. I managed to duck out of the bus just before Abel entered. How was I supposed to get through a month of him when a day made my knees weak and my panties wet?

Back on the jungle bus, I shuffled the guys out the door until silence fell over me. My plan was to straighten up the pigsty and then get a nap while they played on stage. Surely, Abel wouldn’t need me while he was performing.

After disposing two trash bags of liquor bottles and putting a load of smelly clothes in the washer, I sank into my bunk for a nap that was quickly ended with a text from Abel.

Some babysitter you are… Do you always leave your charge alone? Come to the stage, I need you.

A

Without much sleep, I was testy.

You’re a grown man, and I’m not your babysitter. We established that fact already. What do you need?

My heart beat wildly. I already knew what he was going to type even though it wasn’t true.

You!

Yep, I’d pegged that one spot on. I rolled to my feet and checked myself in the mirror. Why Abel Kincaid had to play with my emotions, I couldn’t understand. He told me I was gorgeous. My reflection told me different. On a good day, I was attractive. On a day like today, I barely passed as human.

My cheeks pinked when I pinched them. I slicked on a bit of gloss and combed my hair. Just as I stepped off the bus, I got another text.

You coming?

Deciding to give Abel some of what he dished out, I responded.

No doubt you have some skills but long distance orgasms aren’t one of them. I didn’t even feel a tingle.

I hovered over the send key for a minute before I pushed it. As soon as I did, I wanted to reach out and grab it back, but it was already gone and no doubt read by the sexy singer.

I flashed my badge to the security at the gate. Beyond the fence, a dozen or more women pressed themselves to the chain link to get a glimpse of anyone. Their groans proved I wasn’t their first choice.

Never had I been behind the scenes of a concert. I’d spend my time behind a desk. Boxes of equipment lined the walls. Rows of instruments stood side by side like obedient soldiers waiting for their turn to enter musical combat.

Off to the side was Scott. I’d recognized him by the fact that his pants hung at the bottom of his legs and he was screwing a woman to the beat Jess pounded on the base drum.

I’d never been a voyeur, but I was envious of the look of bliss on the woman’s face.

“It’s like a porno set here,” I said to myself. When I turned around, I came face to chest with Abel. I knew it was him because he smelled like spiced cider. When I looked up into his eyes my knees buckled. His hands reached out to steady me.

“Sex addict. He’s had therapy twice, but each time he’s fucked the doctor so he hasn’t been successful in his recovery.”

Abel put his arm around me and we walked to the other side of the stage. His hand dropped down my back leaving goosebumps in its path. At the base of my spine, his hand slipped under the cotton of my T-shirt and he stroked my skin. The touch made me shiver.

He leaned down with his lips against my ear. “You want a tingle baby? I’ll make you quiver so much you’ll swear you’ve got a fever.” He nipped at my lobe and ran his tongue around the shell of my ear. “You want me? I want you.”

I turned and fell into his body. The damn man was hard again. “You can have anyone. Why me?”

“Why not you?” He lifted me and sat me on an equipment crate and stepped between my legs. I swear just having him there gave me a micro-orgasm. A small moan left my lips and the feeling of bliss, much too short, left my body.

His hands reached around me to cup my ass and he pulled me into his erection. Without thought, I wrapped my heels around his legs and pulled him closer. For a few minutes we rocked against each other while he kissed me senseless.

My body shook with need. How long had it been since I’d been good and thoroughly laid? I couldn’t remember, but my body and brain said too long. Right then I decided I’d be in Abel Kincaid’s bed tonight and he’d be in my body.

People said that all work and no play wasn’t good for a girl. Why couldn’t I work and play?

Beyond us, the din of the crowd grew louder and louder. They chanted Abel’s name.

“I got to go. Come with me, I’ll show you the second best seat in the house.” He pulled me to the stairs and placed me on a stool behind the curtain.

Just before he left I pulled him in for another kiss. When we separated, I asked, “Where’s the best seat?”

He smiled at me and said, “You sitting on my lap riding my cock.”

I nearly fell off the stool.

Abel gave the performance of a lifetime. No one could truly understand how much energy and effort went into performing a concert. I sat in the sidelines and watched as the man of my dreams wooed thousands of women.

The stage was littered with everything from underpants to notes with phone numbers and I wondered how many of them would make it on the bus on an average night. Scott had just had a woman but there was no doubt he’d have at least one more before they loaded the bus and headed for New Orleans. Given that the other members of the band were single, the crew bus would no doubt be rocking all night long.

I pressed my thighs together and hoped that Abel would ease the ache between my legs. When he left the stage for the last time, he stopped to give me a sweaty kiss.

“Did you like the concert?”

My hands ran up his chest. “It was amazing. The second best seat in the house was pretty good.”

He threaded his fingers through my hair and crushed his lips against mine. I loved the taste of him. He was sweet and salty and delicious.

People moved around us packing up the equipment while we kissed. It lasted forever but ended too soon.

“Go wait on the bus and I’ll make sure to show you the best seat when I get back.”

“Where are you going?”

He frowned. “Felix set up a quick interview with a local reporter. I’ll be right there.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips and walked away.

I stayed a few more minutes to observe everything going on around me. It was a whirlwind of activity. As people rushed to put guitars away, roll up cords and dismantle the stage, I stood in awe. How could something that looked so simple and flawless be so complicated?

Ten minutes later, I made my way to the bus. Somehow, a line of women stood out front. I’d never seen so many perfect breasts in my life. I pushed past the throng of fans that security was trying to contain and pressed in my code to enter the bus.

I expected to be greeted by silence, but instead, I was greeted by a beautiful naked brunette. She sat on Abel’s chair like she belonged there. To make matters worse, she was drinking one of the juices I’d picked out for him.

“You must be the new help,” she said. The woman showed no embarrassment sitting there naked. Why should she? She had perfect breasts, a flat stomach and legs that stretched for miles. The stilettos only adding to the sex appeal. “I’m glad you're here. Would you mind getting me a sparkling water. This shit is too sweet.”

“You need to leave.” I tossed the strip of fabric that lay on the chair opposite to her.

“Oh honey, you haven’t been properly briefed.” She readjusted her body so her legs hung over the arm. “I’m the president of Abel’s Dallas fan club. I didn’t get there by my penmanship. How do you think I had the code to his bus?”

My heart slipped from its cage and tumbled down into the pit of my stomach. How could I think that Abel wouldn’t have someone waiting and wanting at each stop? How could I consider he actually wanted me?

I turned and walked to the bus door.

“What about my bubbly water?” she asked.

“Fart in a glass of water for all I care.” I walked down the steps of his bus with as much pride as a stupid girl could.

A crack of thunder sounded and a bolt of lightening split the dark sky. I rushed toward the crew bus but stopped dead still when I heard the moans and groans of the groupies taking their pleasure from the band. With nowhere to go, I found a tree with a nice canopy off to the side and slid to the ground below it. Raindrops began to fall. First around me and then on top of me as the leaves gave into the rain.

I glanced at the bus to see Abel race inside. I couldn’t look as the door closed behind him. So I closed my eyes.