My world was just about perfect until that annoying
rapping noise started. I was snuggled up against Tristan’s warm body with my
head on his chest, thinking about waking up but really wishing we could just
stay like this all day when the noise started. It was a “rap, rap, rap,” noise
and it bored its way into my sleepy brain, uninvited. After a solid five
minutes of it as it increased in volume and intensity, I finally woke up enough
to process that it was someone knocking on the metal door of the bus.

“Tristan,” I whispered. He looked so peaceful; I
didn’t want to wake him up. The whisper wasn’t going to do it. He didn’t bat an
eyelash. “Tristan,” I said a little louder that time. The knocking on the door
got even louder and I wondered how he was sleeping through it at all.
“Tristan!”
I said, just below a yell.

He groaned loudly and shifted his body over, “What?”

“I’m sorry. There’s someone at the door.”

“Fuck!” he groaned again. He still hadn’t opened his
eyes, but when the rapping started again he said, “Shit!” and finally opened
his eyes. He stretched and I lifted my head so he could pull his arm out. He
stood up and grabbed a pair of boxers out of the dresser next to the bed.
Slipping them on quickly he went to answer the door. I hoped that whoever it
was had something important to say. Waking Tristan when he was sleeping was
akin to poking a bear.

I could hear the sound of a man’s voice when Tristan
pulled open the door, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. “What the fuck?”
I heard Tristan say. The man’s voice went on again for a few seconds and then I
heard him say, “You never fucking said that!” The man’s voice was a little
louder now, but still muffled and then Tristan said, “You said they had to be
ready to be approved when the tour was over. This is bullshit!” The door
slammed then and I braced myself as I heard him coming back towards me. I
wondered what the hell was going on. Tristan came back in and started digging
around in the dresser. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and threw
them on the bed. He started pulling the shirt on, and since it didn’t seem like
he was going to tell me on his own what happened, I said,

“Who was at the door?”

“A lying sack of shit!” he said. I watched quietly
as he pulled on his jeans and then sat down to put on his boots. I knew that as
pissed as he was, he was only going to get more pissed if I kept asking
questions. I finally just said,

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to take off for a bit. I’ll be
back later,” he said.

“Okay,” It was too early and I was in too good of a
mood to argue with him. He stood up and tucked his wallet into his back pocket.
He looked at me like he was going to say something else and then he just turned
around and left. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew
something was really not right.

CHAPTER
TWO

TRISTAN

I left Elly on the bus and took off walking. I
didn’t know anything about New Mexico and I had no idea where the fuck I was
going but I knew that I had to walk this shit off or I was going to rip
someone’s head off. I walked off the back lot and found myself in the center of
the huge stadium where we were playing tonight. I looked around and imagined it
full of tens of thousands of people. Just that thought filled me with energy.
That was what I lived for. I’d won this fucking contest fair and square and
these bastards in the suits seem to be trying everything they could think of to
take it away from me.

I sat down in one of the stadium seats and thought
about that surprise visit I’d just gotten. It was more like a fucking ambush.
It was Jake—the man himself. He hadn’t even sent one of his minions. He was
there to tell me that a few of the songs for the CD needed to be approved every
month while we were on tour. The lying fucks let me believe from the start that
if I won this thing, I’d be a millionaire and have a record contract, end of
story. Then, they told me: “Sorry, not until the tour is over.” I sucked that
shit up and moved on and then the son of a bitch sprung the songs on me. I
sucked that bull shit off, too, and I’ve been writing the fucking songs and now
this; I was starting to wonder if there was any fucking money. I was beginning
to wonder if every time I jumped over one of their fucking hurdles, they were
going to put another one in front of me. I really might kill someone if I
finished those songs and finished this fucking tour and I still didn’t get my
prize. Cheating, lying mother fuckers!

I got up and walked some more. I walked past the
front lot and out onto a path that wound through the foothills we were
surrounded by. I walked for miles, I think, trying to decide if I should even
finish out the fucking tour or not. I finally remembered the show was an
afternoon one and I needed to get back and start getting ready. On my way back
by the stadium, I saw the production crew setting up. Elly looked up as I
passed. She raised her hand and waved. I waved back and tried to force a smile.
I didn’t want her to know what was going on, she would just worry herself to
death over it.

I went back to the bus, showered, and changed. I ran
through my song for the show a couple of times and by show time, I was ready.
When my name was called, I ran out on the stage. It was kind of cold out but
the sun was shining and it was a really fucking awesome stadium the way it was
surrounded by hills.

“How’s everybody doing?” I yelled when I got to
center stage. The stadium was packed full. There must have been thirty thousand
people there. Right that second, all eyes were on me. They were clapping and
screaming and the bullshit that the producers were trying to pull was put
instantly out of my head. I strummed my guitar and the band struck up. Once I
was in the music…in the performance…it was all that mattered. The rest of them
could go fuck
themselves
.

CHAPTER
THREE

ELLY

By the time Tristan got back from his walk, or
cool-down, or whatever it was, I was setting up for the show. I didn’t get a
chance to talk to him about what had happened that morning, or find out if he
was okay. I watched Brooke’s performance closely. I wanted to be sure that what
happened this morning had nothing to do with her. It looked like she was only
concentrating on what was going on onstage so I hoped that was a good sign. I’d
still just as soon kick her ass as look at her though, just for the record.

When it was Tristan’s turn he jogged past me with a
wink. I was happy with that tiny acknowledgement, although I wasn’t positive
that wasn’t a little bit pitiful of me. I watched as he performed, once again
finding it hard to breathe as he gave himself over to the music. Watching him
up there on stage was like an aphrodisiac and I could actually feel my panties
getting wet as he rocked out. I knew that I had to see him and I wanted to be
there as soon as he finished performing. I wanted to catch him while he was
still riding that musical high. I looked over and saw Hannah starting to clean
up back stage already.

“Hey, Hannah, can I ask you a huge favor?”

“Sure, what’s up?” she asked.

“Can I ask you to cover for me for clean up tonight?
I will take yours tomorrow night when we are in Texas. I have something I
really need to do…”

Hannah looked out at Tristan on stage and back at me
with a smile. “You go do what you have to do, honey. Don’t even worry about
covering for me. I like to think of myself as the ambassador of love.”

I laughed and thanked her. I stopped by my bus and
changed into my sexy bra and panties and then I went to wait by the star bus
for Tristan. Fifteen or twenty minutes later Tristan showed up. I could see in
his eyes and his face that he was still riding the high he’d been on out on the
stage.

“Hey, is everything okay now?”

“Of course,” he said with one of his sexy looks. He
wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him. Then, he kissed me. It
was one of those kisses that were equal to throwing gasoline on smoldering
embers; within seconds I would have done just about anything with him or for
him, right then and there. When we came up for air, he grinned at me and said,
“Let’s take this inside.” I willingly and happily followed him into the bus. He
stopped in front of the couch and tossed his guitar over onto one of the
chairs. Then he turned towards me and began to strip off my clothes. When all
that was left was my panties and his jeans, he laid me own on the sofa on my
side.

I was lying there just as he’d positioned me, almost
shaking with the anticipation of what would come next. When I really thought
about it, it was hard for me to believe what a sex freak he’d made me. I used
to be able to go months without thinking about it. Since Tristan, I was lucky
if I lasted hours. He knelt down in front of me and kissed my lips and then
dragged his lips down along my jawline to my neck. He spent a few minutes
kissing, licking and sucking on my neck while his fingers worked their way
across my breasts and tweaked my nipples. He looked up at me with a grin and
took my own hand, pressing it down against my breasts so they smashed together.
Then he leaned his head down and began to lick one of my nipples. It was
already hard, but I could feel it stiffen even more beneath his wet tongue. He
spent a few minutes on that one before transferring his attentions to the
other. He licked on that one until it was just as hard. My nipples were so
engorged that the blood had nowhere else to go and I could actually feel the
tiny little ridges around my areolas pop up and stand at attention. I was
already writhing and moaning when I felt him draw one into his mouth and begin
to suck. As he sucked, his tongue continued its caress. I wiggled and shivered
and groaned and then I thrust the other one towards his mouth and he sucked and
licked on that one. My pussy was aching and dripping by the time he started to
lick and kiss and nuzzle his way down towards it.

When his face made it to the top of my panty line, I
sat up so he could pull them off. They were soaked and he pulled them down as I
raised my hips up off the couch and tossed them over his shoulder. Then, as he
leaned his face in closer, I raised my legs up and rested them down on his
shoulders. He wrapped those sexy, tattooed arms around my thighs and pulled my
body towards his face so my ass was barely resting on the edge of the seat.

He started by licking the very tops of my inner
thighs. I was so wet that I was sure they were covered in my juices. The feel
of his tongue on that sensitive part of my body made me squirm and moan louder;
actually it was almost more of a coo than a moan…or a purr. Whichever it was, I
hope it conveyed to him how much I was enjoying it and that I didn’t want him
to stop. He moved his mouth up and started licking my outer lips.

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