Start Again

Part 19

"Performing two days in a row is becoming too much for me." Stevie sighed heavily as she tried making herself comfortable in the back of an SUV.

"I know, you're old. People your age have already retired." Karen teased, but Stevie didn't even argue. "No worries though, you're only one flight away from the comfort of a king size bed and white cotton sheets. And your next show is on the 13th, so you'll have two full days off."

"Sounds wonderful." Stevie replied, trying to stifle a yawn. "Has Lindsey called?" She asked, leaning her head against the window. 

"I don't think so." Karen shook her head, then checked Stevie's phone just in case. "Nope. He knows you stay up late, I'm sure he'll call you."

He didn't. 

Lindsey promised to call Stevie after every show. Karen told her not to overthink it. Maybe he didn't feel too good, maybe he went to bed early. It didn't stop Stevie from wondering. She asked him to come along with her, but Lindsey said, no. It's your thing, he said, you don't need me there. It was no secret how Stevie's solo success made Lindsey feel, but she didn't think he still felt that way to this day. She genuinely thought they were past it. Apparently not. However, Stevie chose not to say anything about it. She just gave him a smile, told him she loved him and that they'd see each other soon.

The following morning, Stevie heard the door to her suite open, but she remained with her eyes closed, assuming it was Karen, because who else had a way to enter her room? Stevie hoped that her assistant would leave soon, because it felt like she had just fallen asleep and she was definitely not ready to get out of bed yet.

"I know you're just pretending you're asleep." 

Stevie's eyes snapped open at the sound of Lindsey's voice. She rolled over and saw him getting in bed next to her. "What the hell?"

"Good morning to you too, Steph." Lindsey laughed, scooting closer. "I thought, I'd surprise you."

"Why did you decide to surprise me in the morning?" Stevie closed her eyes again, cuddling up to him, laying her head on his chest. 

"How inconsiderate of me, I'm sorry."  Lindsey rolled his eyes, knowing Stevie couldn't see it, but she felt it just by the tone of his voice.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me." 

"Witch."

"Yeah, so you better stay in my good books." She warned him playfully, her arm wrapped loosely around his middle. 

"And what if I don't?" 

Stevie instantly sensed the change in his voice. "I'm not sure you want to find out."

"Oh, but maybe I do." The tips of Lindsey's fingers moved up and down her arm slowly. "Maybe I want to find out exactly what it is that you do with the naughty ones."

Raising her head off his chest, Stevie smirked. Her hand found the hem of his T-shirt, lifting it up, her long fingernails grazing his skin. Tracing patterns she watched him closely. She then moved her hand lower, gripping his belt buckle. His breathing changed, quickened. She loved how easily she could affect him. Draping her leg over his hip, she let it rest in between his, as she lowered her head, kissing his chest through the material of his T-shirt. He didn't care about the fact she had just woken up, gripping her chin in between his fingers gently, causing her to look up. Tilting her head to one side, she leaned up, meeting him halfway for a kiss. Her fingers returned to his belt, which she unbuckled without a problem. Popping the button open, she unzipped the fly. Her hand disappeared inside, wrapping around his hardening member. Since it had been a while, he couldn't stop himself and he moaned, deepening the kiss. The warmth of her hand faded quickly, however, as she then pulled away completely.

"That is what I do to the naughty ones." Stevie winked, a sly smile on her face, and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, swaying her hips to the bathroom.