Beth.
"Well, I can see I’m not needed here. I’ll just go play with some equipment somewhere." And with an indulgent smile on his face George ambled off, leaving them alone.
"Oh. Bye, Dad!" Beth belatedly called out after him, casting only a quick look in her father’s direction before returning her focus to Tom.
"You sounded good up there." A hesitant smile accompanied Bethany ’s words, but her gaze slid down, away from his. It was a sure sign she was nervous, and that was the one thing Tom didn’t want her to be.
"Hey," he said, reaching out to take her hand. "Are you okay? No regrets about last night?" He slowly rubbed his thumb over her skin, waiting for an indication that things were still going well between them.
"Oh, no! Of course not!" She looked surprised he’d even asked the question. "But, um, I didn’t think you’d come talk to me, and, you know, draw more attention to the two of us, together." Beth glanced over to the stage where his pals were avidly watching Tom’s activities. Then she lowered her eyes again.
"Hey," Tom said again, this time in a not so gentle way. He used an insistent finger to urge her chin up, forcing Beth to meet his gaze. "What goes on between us stays between us. The guys can think what they like. Anything that happens between you and me is our business only. They’re my friends and my band mates. They’re not my conscience."
Beth frowned at his words, drawing her dark blonde brows together and causing cute little wrinkles to appear on her forehead. He wanted to lick them away.
"Does that mean you’re going against your conscience if you get involved with me? You think it’s wrong?"
Tom let out a frustrated sigh. "Absolutely not. Bad choice of words. The only thing I meant was that I have relationships with whomever I choose. My friends have no influence over that part of my life. And besides, I told you before—we already are involved. I would’ve thought last night proved that to you."
He tugged Beth’s hand up for a kiss and then pulled her along behind him, heading toward the backstage area. "Be back in a few!" he called to his band mates as he and Beth passed by.
"Where are we going?" Her question was meaningless since Beth showed no resistance to coming with him.
Tom pushed her into the first dressing room he came to. Thankfully it was empty.
"What are we doing in here?" Beth looked curious but not uncomfortable.
Tom followed her into the small area and closed the door behind him. "You seemed tense in front of everybody, so I figured we could find some private space for a few minutes. But mostly I just couldn’t wait to do this..."
Tom hauled Beth into his arms and lowered his mouth to taste the sweet lips he’d been craving since last night. She quickly opened to him, allowing full access to the deep recesses of her mouth.
He wrapped his hand around her long blonde braid and tugged, slanting her head to obtain better contact. Bethany ’s arms wound around his neck, her fingers tousled his hair. She definitely was a full participant in this embrace. Glad to know her interest hadn’t waned since yesterday.
Tom lifted his head to gulp a much-needed breath before returning his mouth to Beth’s. He turned around to press her up against the door, then moved his hands down to the hem of her T-shirt.
"Okay?" he asked in a guttural voice.
She nodded jerkily, her breaths coming in harsh gasps.
He pushed his hands under her lime green shirt, sliding them over the warm, smooth skin of her belly, then up toward her firm, high breasts. His lips took a slow, meandering path over her face, touching on her well-defined cheekbones, her pert nose, the area of her brow that he’d wanted to lick earlier. There were no lines there now. Nope, she had no worries at all that he could discern.
His mouth closed over hers at the same time his fingers closed around her breasts. He remembered how they’d looked and tasted. He wanted to taste them again. He pushed
"Well, I can see I’m not needed here. I’ll just go play with some equipment somewhere." And with an indulgent smile on his face George ambled off, leaving them alone.
"Oh. Bye, Dad!" Beth belatedly called out after him, casting only a quick look in her father’s direction before returning her focus to Tom.
"You sounded good up there." A hesitant smile accompanied Bethany ’s words, but her gaze slid down, away from his. It was a sure sign she was nervous, and that was the one thing Tom didn’t want her to be.
"Hey," he said, reaching out to take her hand. "Are you okay? No regrets about last night?" He slowly rubbed his thumb over her skin, waiting for an indication that things were still going well between them.
"Oh, no! Of course not!" She looked surprised he’d even asked the question. "But, um, I didn’t think you’d come talk to me, and, you know, draw more attention to the two of us, together." Beth glanced over to the stage where his pals were avidly watching Tom’s activities. Then she lowered her eyes again.
"Hey," Tom said again, this time in a not so gentle way. He used an insistent finger to urge her chin up, forcing Beth to meet his gaze. "What goes on between us stays between us. The guys can think what they like. Anything that happens between you and me is our business only. They’re my friends and my band mates. They’re not my conscience."
Beth frowned at his words, drawing her dark blonde brows together and causing cute little wrinkles to appear on her forehead. He wanted to lick them away.
"Does that mean you’re going against your conscience if you get involved with me? You think it’s wrong?"
Tom let out a frustrated sigh. "Absolutely not. Bad choice of words. The only thing I meant was that I have relationships with whomever I choose. My friends have no influence over that part of my life. And besides, I told you before—we already are involved. I would’ve thought last night proved that to you."
He tugged Beth’s hand up for a kiss and then pulled her along behind him, heading toward the backstage area. "Be back in a few!" he called to his band mates as he and Beth passed by.
"Where are we going?" Her question was meaningless since Beth showed no resistance to coming with him.
Tom pushed her into the first dressing room he came to. Thankfully it was empty.
"What are we doing in here?" Beth looked curious but not uncomfortable.
Tom followed her into the small area and closed the door behind him. "You seemed tense in front of everybody, so I figured we could find some private space for a few minutes. But mostly I just couldn’t wait to do this..."
Tom hauled Beth into his arms and lowered his mouth to taste the sweet lips he’d been craving since last night. She quickly opened to him, allowing full access to the deep recesses of her mouth.
He wrapped his hand around her long blonde braid and tugged, slanting her head to obtain better contact. Bethany ’s arms wound around his neck, her fingers tousled his hair. She definitely was a full participant in this embrace. Glad to know her interest hadn’t waned since yesterday.
Tom lifted his head to gulp a much-needed breath before returning his mouth to Beth’s. He turned around to press her up against the door, then moved his hands down to the hem of her T-shirt.
"Okay?" he asked in a guttural voice.
She nodded jerkily, her breaths coming in harsh gasps.
He pushed his hands under her lime green shirt, sliding them over the warm, smooth skin of her belly, then up toward her firm, high breasts. His lips took a slow, meandering path over her face, touching on her well-defined cheekbones, her pert nose, the area of her brow that he’d wanted to lick earlier. There were no lines there now. Nope, she had no worries at all that he could discern.
His mouth closed over hers at the same time his fingers closed around her breasts. He remembered how they’d looked and tasted. He wanted to taste them again. He pushed
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