Chapter 158: Matt
"Where are you going?" Jewel's gentle laughter stopped him.
"To take another cold shower."
"Three?"
"Look, we made a deal. I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need time to think about us-me, you, and Matt. It's a lot to take in and today has been hard and very emotional."
Stubbornness replaced her playfulness. "It's getting worse."
"Christ." He pulled his shirt over his head.
Her hands came up in front of her, palms out. "Stop. I'll be good. Come back in here and talk to me please. I won't mention blow jobs or sex, I promise." Her grin was evil.
"You said that on purpose," he grumbled, but pulled his shirt back on; the thin material would do nothing if she got close. He needed steel armor around her.
She sat on the couch and patted the space beside her.
"I don't think so. I'll sit on this end." There were two large plush chairs facing the couch, but he didn't want to be that far away.
"Tell me about your concerts this weekend. I really don't know anything about the band other than liking a few of your songs."
He had to laugh; maybe this conversation would take his mind off his dick. Most women talked about loving every one of their songs and here she was... "liking" only a few. "We're playing Philly, Boston, and Holmdel, New Jersey. Then we have a benefit concert on Monday afternoon. We'll be in and out of each city pretty quickly. After this short tour, we plan to take a break, and then head back to California to start work on a new album. We just finished an overseas tour, but somehow got roped into these four concerts. We need some downtime, and writing music then cutting an album will give us some. Things get a little hectic when we head back into the studio to lay track, but it's nothing like being on the road."
"Are any of the other band members here?"
She looked almost sheepish when asking, but he knew being forced into the world of hard rock celebrities was a big adjustment for her. "They're all staying in the hotel. We practice just about every day." He rolled his eyes. "Krispin is a perfectionist and he's always changing things up, pushing us to the limit, and adding new songs."
His theatrics made her lips tilt up. "Where did you meet him?"
"He actually found us. In the beginning, we played small venues and one night he approached and asked if we wanted to jam a few pieces. We'd heard his name as an up-and-coming artist, but he was so pretty we almost said no."
Jewel licked her lips. "He is pretty."
"He's taken, so don't get any ideas." False irritation entered his voice. He'd never been jealous of his band mates. A few of the women he and Matt shared ended up in other beds, some for extended periods of time, but it never mattered. Krispin was the most fastidious of their group and hadn't shared as often as the rest of them and now not at all. They permanently lost two of the original band members when Krispin entered rehab and went clean. They replaced those two with guys who wanted to make music more than they wanted to get high.
"What are you thinking?" Her soft voice broke into his thoughts.
"Have you ever read about Krispin's addiction problems?"
Her eyes went wide. "I do remember hearing something about it."
"We're all clean now and we keep it that way."
He could almost see her mind processing what he told her. "So that's why you guys drink water and I blew it and ordered alcohol."
He had to ask, "Do you have a problem with alcohol?"
"God, no. Sorry, but I rarely drink."
"Then have an occasional one if you want. We don't control anyone else but ourselves. Matt and I went pretty wild the first few years after leaving the military. Neither of us had an addiction problem, but it just became a point of pride with our band that we dry out completely and put our energy into music."
She switched gears. "Do you bring keyboards with you when you travel?"
"They're in our practice room on another floor. Do you like piano?"
"Yes, but I never learned to play." Her words dropped off at the end of her statement.
"You're never too old." It was hard not to gather her close and promise to teach her himself. He stretched out on the couch and put his bare feet down near her lap. She wiggled over and placed them on her legs. She turned slightly toward him and began massaging his right foot. He knew he was probably drooling, but didn't care; her hands were magic. He liked to tease Matt with his foot fetish, but really he loved the feel of soft hands on his feet. Not that he didn't like soft hands on his cock, but this was different. It was a non-sexual act that turned him on quicker than almost anything else.
"You have the word 'sucker' written on your forehead, and I'll kick his ass if he breaks our vow of celibacy because you found his weakness." Matt walked toward them and landed in one of the chairs.
"I'm taking her to bed as soon as she's done," Stephon said on a moan as she pressed into the arch of his foot.
She laughed. "Wow, you're easy."
"And you're creating a monster." Matt rolled his eyes.
"If his is a foot fetish, what's yours?" She looked at Matt with a devious grin.
Stephon laughed loudly when Matt blushed. "Go ahead, man, and tell her about your fetish."
Matt turned an unfriendly scowl on Stephon. "I don't think so. Hopefully when we get back I can show her."
"That's really not fair." Her eyes traveled between the two of them.
Matt looked at her with a sinful smirk. "I never play fair."
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