six hours. What should we do?”
I replied, “First, I think you need to tell me what’s on your mind.”
He plopped down on the bed and started to take off his boots and socks. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve been really quiet since we left home. Is everything all right?”
“Yeah. I just…I know that the world knows about you. But they don’t know you. You never asked for this, and it’s my fault that people are curious about you.”
He held up his arms, and I walked into his embrace. Sighing, he rested his head against my chest, pressing his ear to my heart.
“My favorite instrument…” he murmured softly.
Those words made my heart trip, and he heard the emotion pulsing through me. His arms tightened around me.
“It’s okay, you know,” I told him, pulling my fingers through his facial hair. It was rough and soft all at once. I loved how it made him look so handsomely primitive.
“At home, it wouldn’t mean much, you know? Hell, most people don’t know who I am there. But here…I don’t like the idea of you bein’ exposed like this.”
“Well, it’s a little late to go back.”
He pulled back to look up into my eyes. “I’m gonna do everythin’ in my power to keep you safe from all of it. Some people out there are fuckin’ nuts, Kenna—journalists and fans alike—and with the Internet—”
“We’ll just have to deal with it as it comes, babe.”
He smiled. He loved it when I called him that.
Leaning back, he pulled us onto the bed, bringing my lips to his and cradling me tightly against him. Beneath my breasts, I felt his heart pick up in tempo, beating his desire through my chest. His cock swelled, and I parted my thighs so that I could straddle his waist and press my hot core into it.
“Six hours, huh?” I grinned down into his eyes, and his danced back.
“We have to factor in a shower and gettin’ ready.”
“Ugh. Lili will want me to put on makeup.”
A knock sounded at our door, and Phil groaned in semi-defeat. Rolling me off of him, he leaped up and answered it.
“Speak of the fuckin’ devil.” He laughed as Lili traipsed in.
“Kenna, I want you in my room no later than five o’clock to get ready, okay? You have a reputation to uphold now.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I mean it!” she barked. She marched back out, no doubt to harass Alys next.
Shutting the door, Phil smiled the Lady Killer. “She’s a fuckin’ tyrant.”
“The tiny ones usually are,” I replied dryly.
Housed in a chest that opened from the top, displaying four shelves with endless compartments inside, Lili’s makeup collection boggled the mind. It was so vast that we had felt safe stashing our supply of weed in it, and sure enough, we hadn’t gotten busted. Vacuum-sealed pouches of rolled joints graced the inside of boxes of applicators and small brushes. More vacuum-sealed pouches of plain bud were mixed in with cotton swabs and balls.
“I can’t believe we got away with that,” whispered Alys, as if afraid that New Orleans airport security would hear and come bursting into the hotel room.
“Checking it in was the way to go,” said Lili. “A few eye shadows got pulverized, but they can still be used.”
Tonight, we were going to the House of Blues, so we were dressed in comfortable get-ups. Alys was wearing tight bootcut jeans with high-heeled black boots and a red halter top that showed off her great tits—very rocker and svelte. Lili was in a pair of bell-bottom jeans and a soft black cashmere sweater. She had her long black hair piled high on her head and black Chucks on her feet.
I, on the other hand, wore my new Army-green cargo pants that hugged my ass but the fit was relaxed down my thighs and legs, banded just below the knee, where I tucked them into my knee-high black leather boots with low heels. I used a burgundy sash interspersed with threads of blues, yellows, and greens as a belt, tied at the side and swinging over my left thigh. I chose a sleeveless black silk top with a V-neck that went down to just above my sternum. Lili had provided me with double-sided body tape to make sure the damn thing wouldn’t slide off my boobs.
Phil hadn’t seen my outfit. He might not be too happy with the expanse of chest I was exposing, but I liked it. It made me feel fabulous. To cap the whole thing off, I wore my favorite