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“We can’t find Abby,” Alex said frantically. “We’ve searched everywhere.”

“Calm down dude. She’s in here.”

I walked out of the bedroom after pulling my hair into a ponytail. The distraught look on Alex’s face made me think the worrying was making him feel worse than he already did and that upset me. Although the sparkle in his eye made me want to kiss Tuesday.

“Alex, what’s wrong?” He rushed to me, wrapping his arms around me and pinning my body against him. “Alex… seriously... Can’t... Breathe...”

“You can’t just run off and not tell anyone where you’re going!” He scolded but released me. “And you!” He spun around and glared at Jameson. “One day of vulnerability and you get her to climb in bed with you! You fucking sick piec-”

“Whoa! Hold up!” I hollered, throwing my hands in the air. “First, I’m a big girl, Alex... You should know, you’re the same age. Secondly, nothing happened.”

“Nothing happened?” He looked between Jameson and me like he didn’t believe the words I was speaking.

“Nothing.”

“Then why were you in here?” He deadpanned.

“I had a rough night and my usual bed buddy was... Busy.” I smirked and Alex’s face took on a nice shade of red. Busted!

“Alex, man. I would never disrespect Abby like that. She said just friends. I’m not going to do anything to make her uncomfortable. I’m good with friends until she’s ready for more.”

Alex nodded and apologized before making his way back to the house. I thanked Jameson for last night and for removing himself from the situation this morning. Although if I was being honest with myself, I probably wouldn’t have stopped him if he kept going. At this point, all the pent up sexual frustration I was feeling was taking its toll on me. But I am glad he stopped. I’m not sure I’m ready to go down that path with him and not regret it.

Later that morning, Tuesday cornered me with Alex hot on her heals. “Abby! Christ why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t sleep?”

“Well, you were kind of preoccupied,” I said as I grinned into my coffee cup and I took a sip, my eyes switching between the two of them. “I wasn’t about to interrupt. I’ve seen enough asses in the past few years to hold me over for forever!” She snorted. Alex cleared his throat and glared at me.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” Tuesday mumbled and rubbed her hands over her face to keep herself from giggling.

“I’m not.”

“What?” Alex asked.

“You guys deserve to be happy. I’m just scared that you’re going to get hurt. And it’s not like my night was all bad.”

“Ok. I’m going to ignore the ‘me getting hurt’ comment because I’m more interested in your night being good.” Tuesday’s mouth quirked up and the edges of her eyes crinkled as she spoke. She was so cute when she thought she had dirt on me.

“Nothing like that you perv... It’s just... I got... Moonshine...”

“Ha! You slut!” She screeched.

Alex just hung his head and laughed. He was so used to the way Tuesday and I talked to each other that it didn’t bother him anymore.

I smacked her upside the head as I walked by her to refill my coffee. It seems like this is the only thing that’s going to keep me going after last night. I needed to find something to focus on since I can’t seem to think about anything other than the feel of Jameson on me. “He made me feel safe.”

“Safe is boring Abby.”

“No, Tuesday... When it comes to that man safe is
not boring
. He held me all fucking night, you guys. I’ve never slept so well. No nightmares, no tossing around. It was great. Even when I sleep with you, Tuesday, I still don’t make it through the night. Granted it was only from like two thirty till when Alex came banging in... But still...”

Alex held up his hands. “Hey! In my defense... I was worried when I couldn’t find you. At least send me a text or leave a note. Something!”

“Fine... Next time I decide to perch myself outside Jameson’s door in the wee hours of the morning because I’m scared and drunk, I’ll let you know.” I laughed and patted Alex lightly on the back and left to go take a shower. I had a little issue that Jameson started this morning that I needed to take care of.

Damn man and his roaming fingers.

Jameson

She loves me. She let me hold her all night. Now if I could get her to admit she wanted to be with me, I’d be complete. When I woke up with my fingers pinching her nipple and my other hand inside her shorts with my cock nestled between her ass cheeks I thought for sure I was going to have a black eye. Then she moaned. And God do I love that sound coming out of her mouth. It’s the perfect amount of throaty and high pitched mixed together... If that makes any sense.

I had a hard time not rolling over her and pinning her to the bed and having my way with her. I could smell her arousal from where I was laying. It just made me harder, and I didn’t think that was possible. I’ve never been as hard as I was when I woke up with her in my arms. Her hair was all disheveled, and her eyes were still half closed when I pulled her back over to me, and it was a total turn on. Everything about Abby is a turn on.

When Alex busted in I swore he was going to have a heart attack. He was so worried about her missing and then when he figured out that she had slept in my bed it looked like the vein in his forehead was going to burst. I thought I was done for, figured she would tell them that I was fooling around with her. But she didn’t. She pretty much told him to fuck off because she was an adult.

My phone rang as soon as soon as I had forcefully removed myself from the cold shower. It didn’t seem like my erection was ever going to go away. When I saw who it was I answered it right away.

“Hey Ben, what’s up?”

“Christ it’s about time one of you answered your phone.” His frustrated tone was already grating on my nerves. I put the phone on speaker and tossed it onto the nightstand, so I could dry off and get dressed.

“Sorry man. Abby left hers here and I don’t know about AJ and Jason. What’s going on?”

“I’ve been trying to get ahold of you to let you know you’ve been booked to play on Good Morning America next week.”

“What! Dude, that’s awesome!” Holy shit, I can’t wait to tell Abby! “Alright

I’ll tell Abby and the guys.”

“Ok. Just let them know that you’re expected to play
Fight for Me
. How’s the new album coming?”

“It’s coming man... Any news on Derek?”

“Nah. Nothing yet. We’ve got some time before you have to worry.” I just laughed. Not being part of this group wasn’t something I wanted to think about. Not only did my dream to make music come true, but I have Abby back in my life. I couldn’t thank Derek enough for choosing me. After a few more minutes of chatting about the show coming up, I hung up with Ben.

When I left to find Abby, Alex stopped me and apologized. It’s not like he did anything wrong. I’m pretty sure I would do the same thing if I had a sister and was in the same situation. When I couldn’t find Abby I asked Tuesday. Turns out she had been in the shower for a while... Guess she was having an issue too. At least I know I affect her.

Abby

“You ready for this Jameson?” I glanced at him through the mirror in the dressing room. He was cracking his knuckles, and his legs were bouncing a mile a minute, but he nodded his head quickly. He was cute when he was nervous. “I know you’ve done the concerts and radio shows with us before but this is a bit different. I know it can get a bit... Intense. I just want to make sure you’re ok...”

“Yeah... Fuck... I’m nervous. Christ, this is Good Morning America. I’m just afraid I’m gunna screw this shit up, Abby.”

“Hey.” I checked around the room to make sure we were still alone and motioned for him to come stand by me. When he got close enough I turned around a grabbed his hand. “Ignore everyone else, just sing to me... Ok?”

This made his face break out into a huge grin. I’m pretty sure I just made his day. “Sounds good, babe. Since it’s usually what I do anyway I don’t see a problem there.”

“Glad to know I ease your fears.” I joked.

“I only have one fear Abby. Everything else is just nerves.”

“Oh yeah, and what is the one thing the mighty Jameson Williams fears? Spiders?” I cocked my head to the side and laughed.

He pushed a stray hair back behind my ear before staring me straight in the eye and whispering, “Losing you again.”

When I opened my mouth to say something Jason popped his head in and told us we needed to go out, but not before eyeing me and grinning. What a little shit he is.

Jameson grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him through the door towards the stage. When we hit the side of the set where we were supposed to wait to be called on, I realized the string to my corset wasn’t tied. I looked around for Tuesday, but she was nowhere to be seen, so I grabbed Jameson’s hand and yanked him down low enough so I could whisper in his ear.

“Jameson, can you tie me up… please.” His eyes widened, and he smirked before turning me around. His fingers glided across my shoulder slowly as he pulled my hair out of the way. His breath fanned over my neck before I felt his lips against the shell of my ear. His voice was husky and the whole reason I am standing here suddenly evaporated from my brain.

“It would be my pleasure to tie you up, babe.” His fingers traced the laces before pulling them tight over the receiver that was on the back of my shirt. I was having a hard time breathing, and it wasn’t from the shirt being too tight. Shit. I thanked him quietly as he put my hair back in place, and we went back to the edge of the stage. I was trying hard to focus on the guest who was out before us and not on Jameson, who was looking pretty fucking sexy in a pair of ripped up jeans, boots and a tight black long sleeved shirt. That fucking shirt showed off every ridge of his massive muscles.

Since the first night I slept in the same bed with Jameson, the day I found out Matt was out, everything between us was different. It was easier. Things flowed between us like they used to, just minus the sex portion. It even seemed more relaxed between him and Alex. They were joking around and more than once I’ve found them in a serious conversation talking about Alex’s health. Those were conversations that I left between them.

The next few nights I tried to sleep alone in my room, but just ended up cursing and not sleeping at all. So I finally gave in about a week ago. I texted Jameson. Weak, I know, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t feel safe, even with Paul around, so I went and rectified the situation. All we did was sleep. Granted the mornings ended up about the same as they did the first night, but Jameson always backed off when he woke up and apologized. I told him it wasn’t necessary.

They still hadn’t found Matt, and it was pissing me off. I’m so tired of constantly watching over my shoulders and having to watch my back. I’m also really tired of having people hovering all over me. I mean, I’m used to Paul, but he was more like family. I didn’t like having to explain why I was out of my house in the middle of the night and headed to the barn. Sooner or later I was just going to tell them to pack up because now, if Matt wanted a fight... He was going to get one.

I tried to get my head back in the game, knowing that we were supposed to be going on stage in about two minutes. I was so worked up from lack of sex and that little thing about tying me up. Hell, I think I’m at my breaking point with him because now all I can picture is being tied to Jameson’s bed. I couldn’t stop my leg from bouncing, and my five inch heel was clicking off the floor. It was dark where we were standing, so the crew guys just kept sending dirty looks our way.

Jameson was standing behind me, and I could hear him trying to stifle his laughter. When they were about to call us out AJ and Jason each grabbed one of my hands and squeezed. I turned around and grinned at Jameson. He smirked and took a step closer. I turned back around thinking he was just getting ready to walk out with us. Boy, was I wrong!

I felt his hands trace the edge of my jeans before gripping my hips and slipping his fingers into my belt loops. He tugged me back, gently though, so I wouldn’t trip in my heels, and he pressed his hips into my ass. My eyes widened as I tried to keep my breathing even. I could feel him harden behind me. I closed my eyes trying to push all of it out of my mind. I was doing a good job not thinking about who was holding me and what it was doing to me until he kissed just below my ear and told me to let him know if I ever needed his help getting tied up again.