Catching Feelings

11

"Who's on the bus?" I snap at Fredo needlessly...he's not the one I'm pissed at.
He looks up from his cell phone "Just me...Kenny and Bobbi are on their way up. Hey, who's this?" He questions with a smile when he notices the girl that's trailing behind me, holding my hand.
Shit...I cringe inwardly and struggle to remember her name. Maddie? Molly?
"Melly..." she smiles at Fredo as I lead her down the hall, trying to get her safely behind the bedroom door before Bobbi makes it onto the bus. If she sees her before we leave, she'll just ride on the other bus...and that won't do.
"Hey Justin..." he calls out to me as I'm closing my door "I need you for a second..."
I sigh with annoyance and turn to her "Wait here."
I meet him in the hall "What?"
"What are you doing?" His tone is accusing...he knows exactly what I'm doing so I don't bother to lie.
"Don't you dare tell her I've got a girl in here Fredo, I mean it." I hiss.
"Why?" He questions flatly "I know more you think you know...it's all over both of your faces. What if she hears something? That's messed up man."
Oh. So I guess maybe he doesn't know what I'm doing. "She's not gonna hear shit Fredo...don't tell her."
"Whatever Justin...this is fucking stupid." He starts to say more but Kenny and Bobbi are making their way onto the bus.
Our eyes lock for a moment, but she quickly looks away when my gaze narrows in anger. It's been four days and I still haven't spoken to her any more than absolutely necessary, and only about business related matters. And even then I make it a point to be less than friendly. I'm just a furious as I was when I left her crying in her hotel room. She did that to me on purpose...I know it's crazy...but that's how I feel and I can't take it.
"How long till we're outta here?" I call up front before opening my bedroom door.
"Ten minutes tops..." Kenny calls back.
I open the door and quickly duck inside. Molly Maddie Melly whatever her name is sits on the bed waiting patiently. She's actually sweet, though in a slightly irritating way, and there's no reason for her to know why she's really here.
I sit down beside her and take her hand, smoothing my fingers over her palm calmly, she's nervous and I can't ever stand to allow them to feel that way for long. I lean in and brush my lips against her neck "It's just us now, right? Calm down."
She surprises me by moving from the bed onto her knees before me "Justin...you have no idea how much I love you...whatever you want...I'll do it." You'd be shocked by how often this has happened in this very room, but not usually so quickly.
I reach out and brush her hair away...its dark brown, I made sure to choose one with just the right shade and it really is an almost perfect match. "How old are you again?" I ask her softly.
"22." She answers quickly, desperate to please me.
This is another precaution I'm always careful to take. Much less likely to run and tell anyone who will listen what Justin's like behind closed doors if they could face legal action because of it.
"Okay...well listen, relax. It's gonna be a while. We've got to wait until the bus gets going for a while...the noise of the highway kind of drowns everything else out so..."
She jumps in quickly, running her hands up my legs "I can be quiet..."
"No!" I snap...she withdraws her hands looking wounded, so I take a breath and smooth it over, softening my tone "It's just that you have such a beautiful speaking voice, I can't imagine what you'll sound like when I'm..." I trail off with a little sound of pleasure as if I'm imagining it. "I want you to be as loud as you'd like...they won't be able to hear you. I promise."
She smiles with relief and nods.
I stretch out on the bed and sweep my hand over the space beside me. "Come lay with me...we'll just talk for a while."
She crawls up next to me and waits in silence, so I begin "Did you enjoy the show?"
She rushes to tell me how fantastic I was. And when I follow up with "What's your favorite song?" she begins to talk and talk. I stare up at the ceiling allowing my thoughts to drift to Bobbi while adding an "Uh-huh..." or a nod now and then so she thinks I'm listening to her.
After about a half an hour or so of steady highway stretch I turn to her "Could you go turn the light off?"
She stands and crosses the room, flicking the switch. "Now pull the curtain open just a little please."
The muted lights of the freeway cast the room in the perfect glow, if I lie to myself, she's Bobbi.
She makes her way back over to the bed and drops down in front of me again when I sit up. I reach out a touch her face "Remember what I told you? About being as loud as you'd like?"
She nods as her breathing grows heavy, and I'm only touching her face...oh yeah, she'll be perfect.
Less than ten minutes later I've put my plan, which is horribly cruel...even I can see that, into action fully. Random girl, I've decided to think of her that way because I can't seem to remember her name no matter how hard I try, is on her knees in front of me while I slide rhythmically in and out of her mouth. And she's not bad either, I have to admit, I'd even go so far to say she's pretty damn good, but she's a little too eager...reminding me that she only wants me because of who I am...it would be so much different with Bobbi.For my part, I'm taking care to be much louder than usual...drawing in each breath sharply before exhaling with a loud moan of pleasure.She moans with content as well, growing a little louder when I tangle my fists in her hair to guide her along, and push a little deeper into her mouth.When I pull her off she begins to beg for more instantly, but she drops her voice to a whisper before she does. "What did I tell you about being quiet?" I ask not unkindly, and then add simply because I know how badly she wants to make me happy "I hate that." Which isn't a lie.I hold my hand out to her, no need to be rude, and help her to her feet. Once we're eye to eye I lead her over to the bed and proceed to put on quite a show knowing Bobbi can hear everything...and random girl does a fantastic job. Loud as hell, and a talker too. Perfect.