The cashier hands me a plastic bag with my purchase inside with shaky hands, her eyes still wide and a giddy smile on her face. I throw her a grin, slide my sunglasses on, and walk out of the store already knowing she’s going to be bragging to all her friends that she sold Trent Bridger a sex toy.
It comes with the territory, although I can’t say I’ve ever bought a sex toy for a partner before. But Becka is having doubts. I’ve known her a long time, which means I can read her better than her past boyfriends, even if we’ve only been together officially for a week.
I need Becka to trust me in a way she’s never trusted anyone else. I need her unrestrained passion, her soft open eyes. I need her to believe me when I say I’m not going anywhere, not mentally or emotionally anyway. I’ll have to go on tour again after we release our next album, which we’re already working on. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to abandon her.
I don’t know if it’s our years of friendship that came before our first kiss, or the years of friendship after that have led to her quickly owning my heart. One week with her and I’m already addicted. Her laugh, her ridiculously corny jokes, even the way she gets completely irrational when she’s hungry—all of it endears her to me even more.
But I think it’s the way she looks at me that’s really enthralled me. When she looks at me, she doesn’t see the rock star. Her eyes don’t get that starry-eyed, can’t-believe-I’m-standing-before-someone-famous look. No, when Becka looks at me, her jade-green eyes get soft, and the corners of her lips lift in the gentlest of smiles. My heart pounds furiously in my chest, and determination fills my soul with the knowledge that I can’t lose this woman.
But she’s still cautious. There’s still a part of her that she’s holding back, and I know today’s lesson—for lack of a better word—won’t totally wipe that away, but I’m hoping it’s a step in the right direction.
I knock on her front door, feeling an unhealthy mix of eagerness and terror. There’s a very real possibility she could attempt to castrate me for this idea. But I’m willing to risk it because if she says yes, the reward will be worth it.
Oh so worth it.
She opens the door, and instantly her face lights up. My heart drums in my chest, and I swear I’m going to memorize the rhythm and turn it into a song just for her.
“Hey, this is a nice surprise,” she says.
“I had an idea.”
Becka quirks her head and gets an amused expression on her face. “Did it hurt?”
God, she’s such a smart-ass sometimes. I fucking love it. “Hardy har har. Let me in and I’ll tell you what my brilliant idea was.” At least, I hope she thinks it’s brilliant.
She opens her door wider, but only moves aside slightly, so I have to press my body against hers on my way inside. I can’t resist leaning down, gently pushing her against the wall, and kissing her hard until we’re both breathless. Then I walk to her living room, discreetly adjusting myself while pretending that I’m not ridiculously affected by her presence.
“So, what was this idea you had?” she asks, her voice still noticeably breathless from our kiss.
“I was thinking of having a field trip, but with a surprise element.” I open the bag I brought with me and pull out the package, holding it up to her.
“What’s that?” she asks as she reaches out and takes it from my hands.
“Consider this a trust exercise, but with a sexy twist.”
Her jaw drops and her gaze snaps up to mine as soon as she realizes what it is. “A vibrator!”
I nod and pull out the remote that I removed from the package after I bought it. “You wear it, but I control it.”
She looks a little breathless, and for a minute I wonder if she really will kill me for this, but then she looks back down at the box and begins opening it up. She pulls out the small bullet shaped vibrator that’s about as long as her pointer finger, but about as thick as two fingers. She looks back at me and then back at the vibe, and I can tell she’s considering it. I feel a little giddy that she hasn’t shut me down completely.
“Wait, you said something about a field trip.”
“Oh, yeah. I have a band thing at Amoeba. We’re doing a small interview and then a live performance. You’re coming with me, and we’re going to take this bad boy for a test drive.”
Her gorgeous eyes go wide again, and I watch her throat move as she swallows nervously. When she speaks, I’m not surprised that her voice comes out a little breathy, and I can’t lie—it makes me hard.
“You want me to wear this in public?”
“Yup.”
“And you’re going to turn it on? While we’re in public?”
I smile wide, and I probably look like the Grinch when he was plundering Whoville, but I feel like I’m about to plunder a village of my own—Beckaville.
Fuck, that’s cheesy, but it still thrills me.
I nod again, because if I speak now, she’ll know how fucking eager I am to do this—if she can’t tell by my face alone and the fact that I’m pretty sure I’m practically bouncing on my feet at the idea.
She nibbles her lip. “A trust exercise?”
“Mmhmm.”
Determination fills her gaze, and I know before she even says the words that she’s on board. “Okay. Are we doing this now?”
I fight back my pleasure at her acquiescence. “Yes ma’am, we are. Go put that in, and we’ll head out.”
She spins on her heels and goes to the bathroom. She comes out five minutes later, her cheeks already flushed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she mumbles as she grabs her purse and then locks up after we get outside.
I take her hand in mine and kiss the crown of her head. “Thank you for trusting me enough to do this.”
Her eyes are filled with worry for the briefest moment. “You won’t make me look ridiculous, right? Or embarrass me?”
I shake my head, my expression turning serious. “Never, Becks.” I brush my thumb across her cheek and down her jaw, unable to keep from touching her. “I would never do that to you, but I want to pleasure you. Always. And while this thing comes with a remote, it also can be controlled from an app on my phone which means I can pleasure you even when I have to be away from you.”
Her eyes get that soft, tender look again, and my heart speeds up. God, I love when she looks at me like this. She gets up on her tiptoes and kisses me, the tenderness from her gaze matching the tenderness in her kiss, and I soak it all up.
I spend the drive to Amoeba Music in Hollywood holding her hand and giving her heated glances every chance I get. It’s impossible not to be turned on at the idea that I have control over her pleasure for the foreseeable future. At a red light, I decide to give it a little test drive. I discreetly reach my left hand into my pocket and press the top button which I know turns it on, as well as increases the power.
Becka inhales sharply and then squeezes my hand. I glance over and see her staring at me, her eyes dark and needy, her lips parted, and her breasts jiggling slightly with every panted breath.
Okay, so I might’ve hit the button more than once.
She squeezes my hand tighter and then drops her head back against the seat and lets out a groan. “Oh my God.”
My pants suddenly feel unbelievably tight, and I’m questioning whether or not I can do this without taking her somewhere private, ripping that vibrator from her body, and slamming my already steel-hard cock inside her.
A car horn beeps angrily behind me, and I face forward to see that the light is green. Shit. I press the gas but can barely concentrate with Becka writhing in the seat next to me. Needing to save my sanity and make sure we get to the venue safely, I turn the vibe off.
Becka lets out a sigh, and I glance over just long enough to notice her legs slightly shaking while she rubs her hands up and down her thighs like she’s trying to dispel some of the pleasure.
“Please tell me that was the highest setting, or I’m definitely going to embarrass myself.”
It wasn’t. It was probably only the third setting out of ten possible options. This is definitely going to get interesting.
The rest of the drive is uneventful, and once I get parked I’m swept up in all the band obligations. Amoeba Music is a record store in Hollywood that has made a historic name for itself in the music industry. It’s always reminded me of the store in the film Empire Records, but it’s more famous. I’m excited to play here because they always have a pulse on what music is up and coming.
The interview starts, and the host, Janie, asks me most of the questions. I keep my left hand in my pocket, maintaining a casual lounge pose. I’m just waiting for the minute she finally asks a question to someone else, so I can discreetly watch Becka, who’s standing with Robbie near the wall closest to me and tucked behind most of the fans that have come out to see us perform. Finally, I get my chance when Janie asks a question to the whole band and Miles takes the opportunity to answer.
I press the top button again and immediately watch Becka’s eyes widen before they close slowly in bliss. Even from my seat on this small, raised platform, I can see her trying to control her body—and failing miserably. Robbie glances over at her and she looks up, her gaze connecting with mine even as I see her mouth move to answer whatever he’s asked her.
I press the button again and can see her body tense. Her cheeks pink up and she bites her lip, but her gaze never leaves mine, and it’s almost like she’s challenging me to give her more.
She’s fucking sexy as sin like this, her gaze heated and determined. I press the button again and then have to cross my ankle over my knee to hide the effect she’s having on my body.
I should be focusing on the interview; I know I should. But she’s so tempting and she makes me want to be a little reckless, which is very much not like me. I’m the papa bear who keeps things running—well, me and Robbie. But here I am acting like a foolish youth seeing how much I can get away with before I’m caught.
And she’s right here with me.
The trust she’s bestowing in me slams into me and nearly knocks all the breath from my lungs. I must show some kind of shock because Tristan leans over and whispers, “You okay?”
“Yep,” I say, but it sounds hoarse, probably because I’m having trouble breathing right now as I watch Becka. I have a perfect view of her from my position. I can see her hands clenched at her sides and her legs crossed in a weak attempt to diminish the pleasure.
No way, baby girl. Not today. Today you’ll feel it all.
Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside her.
The host wraps up the interview and gives us five minutes to take a break before we need to set up for the performance portion. I immediately ditch the guys and head straight for Becka. Robbie meets me halfway—no doubt going to check the setup because he’s just that great—and stops me, saying, “I think Becka might be sick. She seems a little flushed and uncomfortable.”
I fight back a laugh. I’ll bet she is. I pat him on the back. “Thanks, man. I’m going to take care of it right now.”
I don’t wait to see his reaction. I reach Becka, grab her hand, and drag her to the back of the store, finding the employee bathroom. I guide her inside, then close and lock the door. She immediately pounces on me the second I turn around.
“You better turn this thing off or turn it the fuck up because I need to come desperately,” she says in between kisses.
I grab the back of her neck and hold her to my mouth, plundering hers with my tongue. She moans deliciously and grinds her body against mine as she straddles my leg. In this position, I can faintly hear the vibe, but I can definitely feel it as she grinds against me seeking release.
Deciding she’s—okay, we’ve—suffered enough, I unbutton her pants and slide my hand inside her panties, growling at how slick she is, and then start rubbing her clit until she’s coming, her chest heaving with breathy pants and sweat glistening at the edge of her hairline. She comes a second time almost right on top of the first before I grab the remote from my pocket with my free hand and turn off the vibe.
She immediately sags against me, her body limp and tired, while my cock is harder than it’s ever been. I kiss her dewy forehead. “Have I told you lately how sexy you are?”
“No,” she says, still trying to catch her breath. “But feel free to start any time.”
I bark out a laugh and then hug her close. I love having her here with me, and I love the fact that she was willing to be this adventurous with me. I know it’s out of her comfort zone, and her trust means everything.
She pulls away and looks up at me, her eyes shining with contentment that I suspect matches mine. “What about you?”
“I’ll be fine until we get to my place after this and I can ravage you properly.”
“You sure? I could give you a bathroom blowjob. I’ve never done that before either.” I have to smile at her willingness, but I don’t want her this way in some dirty bathroom. I want her on a bed where I can take all the time in the world giving her more pleasure than she knows what to do with.
“I won’t turn down a blowjob later, but this was all I wanted.” I brush her hair away from her face and run my fingers through the brown strands.
“Trent?”
“Yeah?”
Her eyes are shining, and her lips are tilted up in a smile. “Thank you.”
She doesn’t have to say it, but I know she’s not just thanking me for the orgasms. She’s thanking me for pushing her, for knowing her, for wanting her.
Truth is I think I’ve always wanted her. Now I’m just making up for lost time.