“Holy fuck, Tru. I’d tell you not to stop because I’m alone and I can jerk off whenever I feel like it.”

She loved hearing the strangled desire in his voice. Loved that she did that to him.

“So if I tell you I want you to wrap your hand around your cock and jerk off for me, you’ll do it?”

“Damn right, I’ll do it. Hell, girl, don’t you know I’ll do anything you ask?”

Just the thought made her swallow down a moan.

She thought about asking him to come over but couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. She’d been out with another man only an hour before and to invite Sebastian over now made her uneasy.

But she didn’t want to give him up just yet.

So you’re going to have phone sex?

She shut down that little voice before it could speak again.

“Where are you?”

“In the elevator heading back to my room.”

“I’m guessing there’s no one there with you?”

“You’d be right. If there was, they’d be getting a show right about now.”

“Are you stroking yourself already?”

“Are you?”

“No. But I can be.”

“I’m still in the elevator. Don’t wanna give Ty’s security guys a thrill. But you do it, Tru. I want you to be just as fucking horny as I am right now.”

She’d never in a million years thought she’d be turned on by a man who said the things Sebastian did. “How long ’til you get to your room?”

“Almost there. Off the elevator. Door closed. Heading toward my bed. Where are you?”

“On my couch.”

“Good. Get comfy, babe, ’cause you’re gonna be there awhile.”

Already breathing hard, she resettled herself on the couch with her head on a pillow and her legs stretched out along the cushions. Her hand had already found its way to her belly and less than an inch separated her finger tips from the waistband of her low-slung yoga pants.

“So, what are you wearing, babe?”

She laughed at the smirk in his voice. “Yoga pants and a t-shirt.”

“Anything underneath?”

“No.”

“Good. I want you to keep your clothes on.”

“What if I want to be naked?”

“Do you want me to fucking come already? Jesus, Tru. Let me at least jerk off to the sound of your voice for a few minutes.”

Yes, that’s the image she wanted. The sight of him jerking off and coming just from the sound of her voice.

“Lay down on your sofa, Sebastian.”

He grunted, probably from dropping onto the couch. “Alright, babe. Now what?”

Wait, he wanted her to tell him what to do? What the hell was she supposed to say?

“Tru?”

“Yeah?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

He laughed. “Just do it.”

With a huff, she did. And immediately understood why he’d had her do it. Amazing how freeing it was.

“Are you wearing jeans?”

“There you go.” His voice had dropped into a low, sexy rumble. “And yeah, I am.”

“I want you to open the button and unzip them. Then I want you to push them down so your cock’s exposed.”

She heard him shift around. “Feeling the breeze. My turn, sweetheart. Push your hand down your pants and tell me how wet you are.”

Sucking in a deep breath, she slid her fingers beneath her waistband and brushed against the short curls on her mound.

She let her fingers weave through the soft hair before she reached the heat at her center. She deliberately bypassed her clit because she knew if she touched herself there, she’d want to get off right away. And she didn’t want to come so damn fast.

“Tru?”

“Yes?”

“Fuck. How wet are you? Tell me.”

“I’m dripping. And hot. And I ache.”

“And I’m hard as a fucking post. I keep thinking about your mouth on me and where I’d put my mouth on you.”

Her fingers feathered through her labia, wetting her fingers in the moisture seeping from her body.

“Where? Where are you going to put your mouth?”

“I’d kiss you first because I can’t get enough of your mouth. And then I’d move down your body to your breasts and I’d suck your nipples into my mouth and make them hard.”

“I love having your mouth on me.”

“And I love having my mouth on you and my fingers inside you. Imagine my mouth sucking on your breasts and now put your fingers inside and fuck yourself with them.”

With her eyes closed, she could almost imagine he was there with her. The sound of his voice made her pussy clench around her fingers and she was so close to coming, she moaned and had to stop.

“Yes. I want to hear you when you come, baby.”

She took a breath and forced herself to hang on to her orgasm.

“I don’t want to come yet.”

“Good. I want you to hold out as long as you can.”

“It’s not going to be too long.”

“That’s okay because I’m so fucking close.”

“Are you stroking yourself?”

“Fuck, yeah. I’m jerking myself and thinking about having your mouth and your hands on me.”

Her orgasm hit her hard and she cried out as she heard Baz bite out a broken, “Fuck,” then groan.

With her fingers still inside her pussy, she felt the pulsing contraction and her wetness. And she wanted to be pulsing around his cock.

After at least half a minute, when all she heard was his heavy breathing through the phone, she finally took a deep breath and pulled her fingers from her body, making her shiver.

“You okay, babe?”

She smiled because she knew exactly what he’d look like if she could see him. He’d be staring at her with half-closed, hazy green eyes.

“I’m fine.”

“Good, ’cause I’m fucking wrecked.”

She laughed. “Is that good or bad?”

“Very, very good.”

“Okay. Glad to hear it.”

Silence fell again, though this time, she could tell he wanted to say something, but either didn’t know how or wasn’t sure what he should say.

“You tired?” was what he finally said.

“Yeah.” She thought twice about saying anything else. She didn’t want to bring another man into this conversation and anything she said could possibly lead back to that.

“As much as I want to keep you on the phone all night with me, you should go to bed so tomorrow will be here sooner.”

Her chest tightened at his sweet words. “Sebastian . . .”

“Yeah?”

“I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

“Me, too, babe. So fucking much.”

*   *   *

Baz’s ringing phone jerked him out of a deep sleep and he grabbed for it without looking at the number.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“You called me, man. I’m listening.”

Nik.

“Hey. Thanks for calling me back.” He bit back the “finally” that wanted to follow that sentence. “We need to talk.”

“This isn’t talking?”

“Fuck you, Nikky. You know what I mean. We need to get together and hash this out.”

Nik sighed, loud and clear. “Yeah, I know.”

Okay, the bastard was going to make this difficult. And Baz wasn’t even half awake yet. But Nik had called so Baz dragged his ass out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

“Where are you?” Baz turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face.

“Still in Downingtown. Why?”

“Can we do this face-to-face?”

Nik paused and Baz’s heart tripped over itself.

Why the fuck was this so hard? Oh, yeah. Because he’d fucked up everything.

“Sure. Why the hell not? I can’t do it today, though.”

He sucked in a breath. “Okay. When?”

“Tomorrow. . I’ll text when I’m available.”

“Fine. That’s . . . fine.”

“Yeah, alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Nik hung up without another word, leaving Baz feeling like he’d just been kicked in the gut.

Fuck. Why did this fucking suck so much? And how the hell was he supposed to fix this?

They’d never been so far apart for this long. Had never not talked to each other for more than a couple days. At least not before last year.

Maybe it’s too late to fix it.

No, he refused to believe that. He was finally getting his shit together. This would work out and Baseline Sins would go back into the studio and they’d record again and they’d go on tour.