The Tour Page 16

  “Lie down,” he says, walking toward me and I sit immediately. It’s like I’m in a trance. I lie down on the bed and he lifts my legs so my calves are pressing against the back of my thighs. “You’re doing so good, Mia. I’m so fucking proud of you right now. Will you touch yourself now? Show me what you do to yourself.”

  I feel like a flower blooming as my hand comes down and I show him everything, my hips circling along with my fingers. His eyes light up and he bites his lip. He runs his hand through his hair as he comes to stand above me, but doesn’t move. I’m panting, our breaths matching one another. His gaze moves between my hand and my eyes.

  “Move to the middle,” he says, his voice not nearly controlled. “What comes next?” he asks. “Tell me what I said I was going to do to you.”

  “You’re going to make me come with your mouth,” I say fast, not fearful, but because I’m breathing the way I am. He kneels between my legs and I feel his breath. I’m so wet, it’s like ice and fire mixing.

  I cry out as he licks me first here and then there, taking a slow and steady pace. I pound the bed with my palm as he takes my pearl between his teeth so gently and moves the underside of his tongue back and forth, before moving in circles. As I feel the tension building in coils like his tongue’s movements, he stops. It’s too late, I’m already coming.

  He smiles defiantly as I grab his hair and try to keep him from stopping but then his finger moves inside me. It’s just what I need. I ride his hand, wave after wave, as his finger moves in a ‘come here’ motion.

  “That’s your G-spot, Mia,” he says before bringing his mouth back down. Where I was falling inside, I’m climbing again. Falling and climbing at the same time. I cry out in curses and moans. I squeeze my legs around his head.

  He places his palm flat on my abdomen, creating this feeling in me between the pad in his finger and the palm of his hand. I’m bucking and shaking against his tongue. Part of me begging him to stop, part of me begging him to never let this moment end.

  He lifts himself up, keeping his finger moving in a steady rhythm. I feel like his piano keys, like he’s playing me, and I’m rewarding him with my sounds. His mouth is wet, his hair fucking wild. His chest is rising up and down. His tattoos are darker when they’re wet.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mia. How does this feel?” he asks, rubbing against this sensitive spot with just the right pressure.

  “It’s like I can’t come down. It’s like sensation after another.” I’m crying now, real tears. I move my hands up to my hair and press my palms through the pillows, up against the linen headboard.

  “You come so hard around my finger. You give me everything I ask for. So fucking perfect,” he says, adding another finger inside and lying down beside me. He moves down and rubs his chest against my breasts, then licks my nipple, pulling it into his mouth, slowly. Still, his fingers massage me inside. In my mind I see the place he’s touching, a dark spot he’s turning into light.

  “For this part, Mia, I need you to calm your breathing. It takes focus, you have to tune into me and yourself,” he says. I take two purposeful breaths, and lock my eyes with his. “I’m going to massage you in different ways. I need you to tell me what feels best. When I do,” he adds, moving his finger all the way inside me and beginning a slow circle against it, “you’re going to come so hard. Your whole body will come. But I want you to let me in—I want to feel it with my cock, not just my finger.”

  His words are fucking me. My skin is on fire. He presses his thumb against my clit and circles it, and then moves his finger back and forth, deep enough that he presses against the soft sensitive surface.

  “Do you feel any pain?” he asks gently. “No,” I say. It’s not pain. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s like stars are forming and exploding all around me.

  “You have to trust me to let me touch you here. Do you like the circles?” I pound the bed with both fists and stretch my arms all the way across from one side of the bed to the other. “Yes!” I demand. I feel what he needs me to do. It’s like my body is talking. Opening to him. Letting him in. Speaking a trust language. It can’t be faked. He knows it, and I know it.

  “I feel it, Mia,” he breathes and the tingling feeling turns into pure weightlessness. Loss of time. Truth. “Do you want me inside you?”

  “Yes. Yes.” I’ve never seen this look on his face. Bliss. Is that bliss? I’m crying in long thick tears. They come from all the places in me that store the pain, the tension, the fear. It’s seeping out of me.

  He lifts me on top of the pillows stacked against the headboard. When I look down, he’s so thick and long, pressing against his stomach. The veins are straining against his deep red-velvet skin. My eyes roll back into my skull. I feel like I could faint.

  “Breathe, Mia. Breathe,” he coaxes, lifting my thighs over his hips. He’s nearly sitting up straight with the thickness of the pillows behind me. It gives me a certain amount of control over this, too. I can ride him and he can guide me.

  He presses his palm against my heart. “Connect with me. Don’t panic. You’re doing perfect,” he says before pressing himself inside me. He’s so aroused that he stretches me beyond what I can handle. He senses it, and pulls back out. “I know. Is this better? You’re so wet,” he moans, sliding slowly into the heart beating inside my core and circling his hips.

  He bucks against me, and I cry out; I’m so sensitive and I push against his chest. He cries out. “I didn’t mean to,” he says, leaning back a little, retreating. But I need him—I want to feel that again, but more until we feel this together. I circle my hips in the eight pattern he’d taught me after the fire. His tongue comes out to his bottom lip and I pull him down to me, sucking his lip into my mouth. Slow and unrestricted.

  I put my hand on his heart and it centers me. I close my eyes and rock my hips, feeling it in my spine, my core, my heart. It’s like a string wrapping around my soul, snaking its way between and around us. We breathe as one, down and up the center of my body.

  I let go of everything, all my barriers. I submit to him, to us—give and receive. When I surrender, the feeling so deep and rooted within me begins to swell. It’s like a promise becoming a reality, a seed growing and blooming, soft and bright.

  He moans, his head falling backward. I open my eyes and feel as I start to contract around him, pulling him in. It’s not pain at all. It surprises me, the pureness of it. The trust it takes to open and allow. He cries out, pressing his fingers into my hips, leaning into me and rocking as if we are one. My legs press out, stiffen, and come back to wrap around him. A welcome invasion. A grateful desire. I cry out his name. The sensation like no other pleasure.

  He moves so differently, just a gentle rocking against my shaking, full body tremors. I’m smiling and pulling him against my chest. He puts his hand up against his eyes, rubbing them, and then collapses on top of me as we shake, trying to come down from this experience.

  “Mia,” he murmurs, looking into my eyes. It’s a confirmation, a plea for compassion. An act of love.

  I’m deliberately holding him in place. Prolonging the moment and imprinting it into my brain. The beat inside me lessens, and slows as he kisses me. It is a pure, a thank you. A wave of relief comes over me. We were able to trust each other enough. My ears are ringing and I feel as though I’ve been floating with him in the air, but now we’re coming down to earth again.

  We lie this way, with his body and mine conjoined. Our breaths are slowing; the contracting inside me is lessening. But our depth, the depth we’ve reached with one another—that’s just getting deeper and deeper.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  I’ll Wait For You

  He’s right, I feel different. It’s like he’s caused a constant hum radiating from deep inside me. I savor the feeling and open my eyes, finding that it’s still dark outside. We are a tangle of limbs. I listen to the sound of him sleeping; the deep rhythm of his breathing grounds me.

  What am I
going to do without him? How can I leave when there’s so much left unanswered between us? I close my eyes and sink back into the final night we’ll be what we are right now for a very long time.

  * * *

  We’re all quiet during our dark breakfast. I’m surprised everyone is up to see me off—

  It’s five in the morning. I kiss Riley and wash my bowl before putting it in the dishwasher. I come back to her and sit down. She looks at me with puppy dog eyes.

  “I love you, Riles,” I say, and her bottom lip starts to quiver. “I wanted to show you something.”

  I pull out the fancy ring that she’d given Mom, the one that survived the house fire, and put it on my finger. “I’m going to wear this every night when I perform.”

  She smiles proudly and hugs my neck. “Will you be able to call me and stuff?”

  “Yes. I promise, I’ll call you every time I can,” I tell her, kissing her cheek. “And you can call me whenever you want.” She nods. “What’s wrong?”

  “I kinda wish I could text you and stuff,” she admits.

  “Well,” I say, “that would be kind of hard to do without this,” I change my tone and reach out toward Manny, who’s standing behind her. He hands me the package, and I place it on the table in front of her.

  “A phone!”

  “Yeah. I mean, you’re old enough, right?” She pops open the box and is jumping around so much it’s hard for her to take it out and start turning it on. “It’s already loaded with me, Deloris, Kaya, Manny and Devon, and Kolton as your contacts.”

  I take a few minutes to show her how the phone works. She texts me, and I text her back. The smile on her face is priceless.

  Her lip pouts a little as I grab my Birkin bag, give Deloris a big goodbye hug, and pat Manny on the arm, assuring him I’ll be fine without him, since he can’t leave LA during the investigation.

  I reach for Riley once more, and she runs over to me, hugging me one last time. “I love you,” she says, her little mouth up to my shoulder.

  “I love you more.”

  When I check my phone in the car on the way, there’s already a text from her.

  Riles

  5:23 AM

  I love you more.

  5:31 AM

  <3

  Holding onto my Tiffany key necklace, I’m so anxious that I start counting the light posts. I’m up to thirteen when Kolton clears his throat. When I turn to face him, his expression is all hard angles.

  I look him in the eye as memories of what we did last night flash across my mind like a movie of sound and feeling. I move toward him and he takes my hand. There are no words for this.

  He’s marked me. There’s no doubt I am his—that we belong together. I feel my core’s heartbeat again. It’s like he’s switched something on inside me. And it won’t be soon forgotten.

  * * *

  “Do you want to come inside the bus with me to check it out?” I ask, as the car pulls up to the buses parked and surrounded by The Stage contestants. Kaya jumps out of the front seat where she’d been sitting with Devon. They’re giving us our privacy to say goodbye.

  “I feel like you’re being stolen from me,” he blurts and I put my hand up to my eyes. Covering them shields me from the painful look on his face. “Look at me.”

  “I don’t want to go, but I have to,” I explain, needlessly.

  “What I want you to do while you’re away from me,” he says, “is remember how it felt last night when you opened up to me. Because that doesn’t just happen. This, us, what we share, this isn’t an everyday thing.” I start to agree with him, but he cuts me off. “We are supposed to be partners in life. Partners in work. And the next fucking time you go on tour, it should be with me.”

  “I know.”

  “What do you know?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

  “That I want to be open to working with you. Not for you, but with you. That I’m thinking about it very seriously.” He looks down, and then tries to cover up his disappointment with a smile. So I say, “Can you have the Bad Heart contract sent over to Bob and Lenora?” I ask, remembering that my lawyers offered to take a look at the terms.

  “That’s something,” he says, taking my chin in his hands. His eyes search my face, stopping on my mouth. “I’ll have it sent right over.” He brightens up a little and bites his bottom lip before he leans in, taking my mouth with his. Everything inside me shouts what we have is true. Two survivors finding one another, healing one another. I beg fate to help keep us together even though we have to be apart.

  There shouldn’t be anything holding me back from committing to him, in every way. But in this, I’m holding back because I’m fearful about what he’s keeping from me, and if we’re strong enough to withstand the truth about it. He kisses me one last time, soft and wet until I’m breathless and feel a gaping hole opening in my chest.

  “I’m waiting for you,” he says into my mouth, and closes his eyes just before tapping the door behind me with his knuckle. The door opens and cold air rushes in between us. He looks away from me, but it doesn’t break the spell.

  I don’t know what to say. I’m shaking as I take my Birkin bag with me and step out of the car. It hurts in my chest and my throat constricts as I pass my new security guard, who is busying herself with my security, and Devon, who is putting my bags in the storage compartment under the bus. As I step up the first stair, I turn to look at Kolton. His head is bowed and drooping. It’s painful. The image is too much.

  I walk straight back to the bunks in between the lounging areas, and fling my Birkin bag onto the top bunk with my name written on the side of it. I jump up into my bunk, take my phone out, put my earphones in, and play Kolton’s station on Pandora. I pull the curtain closed until it’s completely dark, and sink into the pillow as tears sting their way down my temples.

  This is going to be a long three months.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  It Spills

  “Where’s Mia?” Kaya’s voice says from the front of the bus. She’s yelling through a Pandora commercial playing directly into my ears or else I wouldn’t have heard her. Suddenly, the curtain gets yanked aside, and there’s Kaya with her hands on her hips. “What’re you doing?”

  I wipe my face and sniffle. She walks away and comes back with a box of tissues. “First on my to-do list: comfort Mia,” she says, handing them to me. I take my ear buds out, blow my nose, and wipe my face. “I’m supposed to ride in the other bus with the crew,” she complains. “Did you know Jessie Law doesn’t even have her own security or an assistant?” I shrug and clear my throat. “I think your man over did it a bit,” she chuckles. “But at least I get to meet all of my favorite contestants and stuff.”

  “Yeah. Always looking at the bright side,” I say, my voice cry-husky and monotone.

  “The hottie,” she whispers, just as Don, the long-haired Adonis, walks past us and looks down at Kaya appreciatively before passing her. She turns bright red and bites her lip. I think I’ve figured out Kaya’s personal mission, and it has nothing to do with being my assistant.

  * * *

  The hum of the bus is my only solace from Kolton’s and my separation. When we get to our first stop on the tour in Sacramento, I stumble out of my bunk, ignoring the other contestant-turned-performers, and run into Kaya and the Adonis walking out of the back lounging area. My muscles are sore. I’ve only been out of the bunk to pee and grab some water, so I’m stiff, hungry, and tired from lying around all day.

  I check my phone. It’s almost five o’clock; the show starts at seven. Kaya has some paperwork in her hand as she takes my arm and walks with me to the front of the bus. For a second, I get dizzy. “What’s wrong?” Kaya asks, her voice soft and turning up in concern.

  I lean against the guardrail for a second, ignoring her, before walking toward the arena. Kaya follows behind me. “Mia. Wait.” But I don’t. I can still feel him. In every beat of my heart. Inside me pulsing. It makes me angry. It makes me sad. May
ra, my new security guard, comes up behind me, and when we get to the entrance she moves in front of me. “This is Mia Phoenix checking in.”

  I watch them talking over some paperwork, and follow Mayra down a stark white hallway toward an elevator. It’s so blank it hurts my eyes. As blank as I feel without Kolton.

  We go up on the elevator, and she takes me to a dressing room. She checks the room, and comes out smiling. “There’s something inside for you.”

  I walk in. It’s a room for several of us to change in and get ready. The mirror farthest from the door has my name on it with a white card, a vase filled with so many red and blue flowers that I can barely see the mirror.

  I perk up immediately, and run toward them, placing my Birkin on the chair in front of the mirror. I smell the scent, like a field of spring, and search for the card. It says:

  Mia, My Love,

  Red roses are for true love

  Red tulips for perfect love

  And Forget-me-nots are for faithful love.

  This is us, in a vase. Enjoy your first show.

  I’m proud of you. Do you still feel me? I’m there with you.

  And you’re with me.

  Kole

  As I read his words, I can almost feel him whispering them into my ear. I take my phone out of my Birkin and text him.

  Kolton

  5:18 PM

  I found my flowers. They’re beautiful. Thank you

  5:21 PM

  I miss you.

  5:22 PM

  It hurts. I love you. <3

  5:23 PM

  I know. I love you more. Now get ready. You don’t have long.

  5:24 PM

  Bossy

  5:25 PM

  Some things never change.

  I plug my phone into the wall and sit down. “Mia, what the fuck?” Kaya yells, pulling one of my bags behind her.