Chapter Nine - Mindy
Mindy put on her new lacy lingerie. She turned this way and that, looking at the peekaboo pink lace of the bra and panties.
Devon had meant what he said, she knew that. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. He’d said she was important. To him, not just to her brother. He’d said that he cared about her.
And, as she looked at her new lingerie in the mirror, she knew what she had to do, or she’d never forgive herself.
Tonight, she’d slip into that new pink dress and go to the show. And when they got back, she’d claim she had a headache and ask Devon to take her back to the suite. And once inside, she’d seduce him.
She wrapped her arms around Devon as they walked into the arena. People snapped photos of them and Devon stopped to wave. Mindy knew they weren’t there to see her, so she stood nestled by his side and smiled.
When he sang one of August Doll’s heart-wrenching ballads, he brought her out on stage and sang to her. She blew him a kiss and the audience erupted in applause. She didn’t know how he managed to maintain his sanity, being famous all the time.
They climbed into the limo with Bret after the show. “That was brilliant, Dev, bringing Mindy out,” Bret said.
“Yeah, let’s not do that again.” Mindy had hated being the center of that much attention. She wasn’t the important person here. Her brother, Devon, the other guys in the band, they were the ones who mattered. “I’ve got a headache. And it’ll look suspicious if you show up without me, Devon. Can we just go back to the suite?”
“Sure. Partying every night gets old.” Devon gave her a smile and she nearly melted into a puddle in the car. She was so hyped up about her plans, she might just burst into flames. She wanted Devon, so much. The taste she got last night, of his kisses and his touch, weren’t nearly enough. It might not ever be enough, but she’d worry about that later. For now, it was tonight.
In the hotel room, Devon took off his denim jacket and tossed it on a chair. “You want to watch some TV before you go to sleep? Or is your headache too bad?”
“TV, please,” Mindy replied.
When he sat down on the couch with the remote, she sat down beside him. He flipped through the channels until he came to a reality show about strangers sharing a house. She remembered that about him, that he was a reality TV junkie.
She tried to think of how to start. He’d get suspicious, and maybe shocked, if she just started kissing him, so she rested her head on his shoulder. He gave her a questioning glance when she did, but it wasn’t long until he put his arm around her.
He smelled like lemons and leather, and she wanted to taste his neck, the way he’d nibbled on hers the night before.
“Min, what are you doing?”
“I’m… thinking about how good you smell, to be honest.” Why not tell him the truth? She was a virgin—she wasn’t going to seduce him with her superior moves.
“Oh. You had this funny look on your face.”
“I think that look is called desire. I, um…” She lifted her gaze to his face. “I want to be with you. Last night wasn’t a mistake. I knew exactly what I wanted.”
He watched her, his face intense. He didn’t move a muscle.
“I wish I’d never told you that you were going to be my first because then you wouldn’t have stopped.” She lifted a hand and placed it on his chest. Muscles bunched beneath her fingers as he reacted to her touch.
“You don’t want me to be your first. Your first time should be with someone special.”
“I wish you’d stop saying that. Do you really not know that I’ve been in love with you for years? You are my someone special, Devon.”
He pushed himself up from the couch and ran a hand through his long, blond locks. “I’m not, Min. I’m a screw-up. Somehow, some way, I’d let you down.”
She shook her head. “I don’t see how that’s possible.”
After a minute, he stopped pacing to stand in front of her. One minute, he was staring down at her, breathing hard, and the next, he grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
She slid her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She kissed him back, hungry for his taste. He broke away and fisted his hand in her long auburn hair. “Do you mean that? You’re in love with me?”
“I don’t expect anything from you, Devon. I just want to be with you.” She moved her hands up under his t-shirt. His skin burned hot.
“I can’t get you out of my head, Min. You’re all I can think about, lately.”
“Be with me.” She pulled his shirt over his head and, fighting the embarrassment making her blood pound in her ears, she placed her mouth on his collarbone. She traced it with her tongue and he moaned.
Scooping her up, Devon carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. “Take off your dress.”
She thought about how it would feel to be so exposed in front of him and found the idea sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.
Could she be enough for Devon? Or would her inexperience turn him off?