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of a motherfucker, he wasn’t going to make it. The pressure was building too hard behind the head of his cock as he pictured her touching herself. He was so close. Too close.
    She all but screamed out his name and his orgasm burst from the head of his dick.
    “ OhgodohgodohTrace ,” she moaned in a steady, breathless stream.
    He let loose a guttural sound from deep in his chest. “Baby, I’m going to give you a minute to recover while I clean up. Wait for me, okay?”
    “Mmhm.”
    He grinned into the darkness. He knew she couldn’t form sentences, or hell, even words after she came.
    After he’d done a quick cleanup, he grabbed his phone out of the covers and slid back into his bed. “Now that that’s out of the way, how are things?”
    She giggled. “Okay, I guess. Be better if you and I were sharing a bus again.”
    “And yet, we shared a bus for six weeks and you never slept in my bed once.”
    She scoffed. “That’s because you kicked me out of your room.”
    “Because you were drunk.”
    “Technicality.”
    Even in the middle of the night after phone sex she was quick. He was spent, literally, and could barely keep up. He yawned. “I almost forgot. Noel Davies asked about you the other day, about signing you to the label.”
    “Seriously?”
    “Yeah. I think he was fishing for inside info.”
    “Hmm, did you give him any?”
    “I warned him that you were a piece of work and that he wasn’t man enough to handle you.”
    “Trace!” she whisper-yelled at him.
    “Naw, I didn’t say that. Well, not in so many words. But he did ask if I thought you’d be willing to tour with me for real one day, as in, long term.” He wondered if she had any idea how important her response was.
    “Long as they keep the bus stocked with enough food so I don’t starve. You eat enough for five people.”
    He laughed out loud, finally breaking the sound barrier between them. “You’re the one who kept eating all the bananas.”
    “Only because you made such a big deal about it.”
    “Hey, Kylie Lou?”
    Now it was her turn to yawn. “Yeah?”
    “I really am missing the hell out of you right now. And I hope the tour’s going well and no one’s giving you a hard time.”
    “Miss you, too,” she said, returning to the soft whisper. Her voice was laced with a sadness he hated. “It’s going okay. I can handle it.”
    “Say the word and I’ll come, wherever you are. They can do all this shit without me for a while.”
    “Are we gonna talk about Gretchen Gibson?” she asked. It was the first time ever—well, no, it was the first time since the first day she’d joined him on his Back to My Roots tour—that he’d heard her be timid. Nervous.
    “Do we have to?”
    “No.”
    He could practically see her biting her lip. “We will, babe. Promise I’ll explain about her and the tour and everything when I’ve had more sleep.”
    “Okay,” she said quietly.
    Subject change needed. Immediately. “Your friend okay, the one who got sick?”
    At that, she let out a little laugh, and he felt slightly better about the direction of the conversation. “She fell off that tailgate we were dancing on. Busted her ass.”
    He laughed. “No shit? Is it on the video?”
    “Nah, the guy recording lost interest in us before it happened.”
    Trace knew better. He’d seen the video. The guy filming had lost interest in everyone else but her. She spoke before he could tell her this.
    “So, um, have you? Fallen off I mean.”
    “What? You mean have I been drinking?” He would’ve been offended, but after what he’d seen of Gretchen and what he knew Kylie had seen of him, it was a pretty fair question. But three beers hardly seemed worth mentioning. No need to stress her out. Especially since he had everything under control and she had enough to deal with. “Naw, babe. I’m good. You shouldn’t be worrying about that anyways.” This was why he didn’t know if what they were doing was a good idea. He was bound to