body at the sensual promise in his words. “Well …” I hedge, and his soft chuckle is just as wicked as his words.
Adjusting his position, he lands one large, warm hand on my knee, giving it a squeeze and resting it there. “But really. What were you thinking about before?”
I hide my smile in my mug. “How strange it is to be relaxing with you while dressed. But that I’m not sure naked videos are quite what we’re going for. It’s not exactly the right platform, and I’m not sure it’s on brand.”
This time his laughter is warm and amused, but his face grows thoughtful as his fingers draw circles on my kneecap. “Well, we could do it so we’re covered. We both have guitars, after all, and you’re small enough that all the important bits could fit behind it.”
“You too,” I shoot back with an unrepentant grin.
He throws me a glare and an I’m not amused half grin. “Ha. Yes. Me too. I never claimed to be bigger than a guitar body.” He makes a face. “That sounds like it’d be challenging to find someone who’d be willing to take that anyway. I mean, wouldn’t that hurt?”
Choking on my tea, I hold up a hand and wave at him to stop, while I try not to spray tea out my nose. “Oh my god,” I wheeze, trying to catch my breath. “Yes. That would hurt. You’re perfect. I love your dick. It’s the best. Are you reassured now? Can we stop philosophizing about guitar-sized dicks so I can finish my tea?”
“Sure. You brought it up, though.” He takes a sip from his mug, completely unfazed by our conversational detour.
“Right.” I cough a few more times and throw him a dirty look. “We’re supposed to be taking care of our throats, not making them worse.”
“Noted. Now’s not the time to work on deep throating.”
I splutter again, but at least this time it’s only my own spit I’m choking on, so I’m able to clear it faster. “I don’t remember that being on the agenda anyway.”
He shoots me a saucy grin. “Hope springs eternal.”
Rolling my eyes, I take a careful sip of my tea, watching him over the rim to make sure he doesn’t say anything else outrageous. When he doesn’t, I swallow and clear my throat. “Anyway. You were saying. Both of us could cover our privates with a guitar body.”
He nods like this isn’t a ridiculous conversation. “Right. We can. Because while I’m perfectly adequate, I don’t have a monster cock—”
“Thank god,” I interject.
“—so I’ll fit behind a guitar, even fully erect.” He doesn’t even pause to acknowledge my interruption. “You’ll have to stay seated the whole time, of course. But we could do naked recordings. If we wanted to. And they wouldn’t have to be on a porn site.” He takes another sip of his tea, draining the last of it and setting it on the coffee table, his face smooth and normal, like this is a real idea.
And I don’t miss the way he uses will—as in he will fit behind a guitar and I will stay seated—like it’s a future event we’re actually planning, and not would, as though this were some hypothetical situation.
“What about being on brand?” I ask, like I’m actually taking this seriously too. But inside my brain is screaming, What the hell are you talking about? Abort! Abort!
Colt scratches his chin, his brows wrinkling together. “Well, we’re still in the process of building a brand, so it’s up to us to decide whether it fits or not. It’d be fun and silly. And it could play into the lovebirds who can’t keep their hands off each other narrative we’ve been building whether we intended to or not, from our first public appearance to our elopement on the beach. Then we’ve been holed up in here for weeks. There’ve been some comments about that fact online, especially after our performance last week.”
I really have no response to that. When the thought of naked video performances of our songs came to mind, I immediately dismissed it. The only reason I even mentioned it to Colt is because a) he asked and b) I thought we’d both get a laugh out of it.
But he’s serious?
I don’t even know how to respond. But it seems I don’t have to, because Colt leans over and looks in my mug. “Finish your tea,” he says, his voice deeper. Darker. Commanding in the most delicious way.