EroticReverie

Paisleah 

As I sneak out of my door into the hall to check if the coast is clear for us to use the bathroom. My brows pinch at the sight of empty bunks. 

With my robe wrapped around me I walk past the bunks and to the front of the bus. My brows drawing even tighter. Where the fuck was everybody? We were on the road. 

I walk back to the room and look at Jameson. His brows lifts at my puzzled expression. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks. Pulling on his boxers. 

“The bus is empty?” I say. But it’s a question because I’m confused. 

“What do you mean the bus is empty?” He asks and I shrug and gesture out the open door behind me. And down through the little hall showing him the entire length of the bus. 

“I mean nobody is on it. Other than you and me, and Sam.” I say of the bus driver. 

His brows pinch and he stands as if he doesn’t believe me and then walks in just his boxers through the bunk area and into the front area. There’s a wall behind the driver area  that keeps Sam from seeing him in his boxers. 

“Sam?” Jameson calls. 

“Yeah?” He answers. 

“Where is everyone?” Jameson asks. 

“Your bus sir” he says. I just blink and Jameson walks to the wall and places his hand on it and puts just his head around. 

“When did they go to my bus?” He asks. 

“Uh last night sir. Mister Rhett said not to let anyone on the bus. To tell them they had to sleep on your bus for the night.” I hear Sam respond and roll my eyes. Because of course Rhett would wingman Jameson to the point where he wouldn’t let my poor band sleep in their own fucking beds. 

“Got it, thanks Sam” Jameson says and turns around and I lift a brow. 

“The way Rhett is invested in your cocks playtime is kind of creepy” I say and Jameson lets out a little laugh and lifts his hand behind his head and scratches it. 

“Yeah. He’s…got no boundaries” he says and I smile.  

“I think making people sleep on your bus defeats the purpose of keeping us on the downlow, I feel like he’s not the smartest “ I say. 

Jameson laughs. “He’s definitely not the smartest. That’s for sure. But I also don’t think he cares about the down low part, just …making sure I had you to myself” he says and I bite my lip and smile. 

“Well, you have me to yourself Jameson, now what?” I smirk. 

——-

Now what, was this. A quick bathroom break and then turning up some music and fucking like animals in the back of the bus and just praying that my loud mouth couldn’t be hear over the music. 

“So, how’s the pussy?” I hear Rhett ask the second he picks up the phone when Jameson calls him after we’ve showered and are sitting at the little breakfast table across from each other. I roll my eyes and shake my head and Jameson scowls and growls at his phone. 

“Youre on speaker” Jameson tell him. 

“Okay.” Rhett says. There’s a best of silence. 

“Still want to know how the pussy is” Rhett says and I just laugh but Jameson growls. 

“Shut the fuck up Rhett” Jameson snarls. 

“That good then? Hey Good for you man it’s about time you got laid. And getting laid by that sexy little-“

“I’m going to kill you” Jameson growls .

“Oh come on, she’s hot, I’m allowed to say she’s hot” Rhett says and I just roll my eyes. 

“No you’re fucking not” Jameson says. 

“Too bad. I’m a man with two eyes Jameson. Paisleah is a dick charmer” 

“Say one more fucking word. And I promise I’m gonna knock your fucking teeth out” Jameson growls. “And she’s right here and can fucking hear you.”

“Hey Paisleah! You put it on him good doll face?” He asks and I want to laugh but Jameson is getting angrier by the second. 

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that. And don’t fucking call her doll face” he growls and I chew my lip fighting my smile as Jameson’s protectiveness and possessiveness rolls off him in hot fucking waves that have me ready to jump his bones all over again. 

“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking to” Jameson growls and yep. Ovaries. Exploding and hearing him say those words not just to me but to someone else. Sure I knew we’d decided to make us official, make us a “thing”. But hearing him say it to someone else is giving me the warm and fuzzies and the wet and readies. 

“Oh. Ohhhhh. Damn. You must’ve REALLY put it on him” Rhett says and Jameson growls. 

“Shut the fuck up” Jameson growls. 

“Hey, you’re welcome by the way for making sure nobody cock blocked you last night. Incase you forgot what a good friend I was for making sure nobody interrupted you and your girrllllllfriend” he taunts Jameson with the word and I fight my little smirk. 

“I’m not thanking you for shit you fuck” Jameson grumbles and I laugh softly and Rhett laughs. 

“Fine. Ungrateful shit.” Rhett says. 

“Fuck you” Jameson mutters. 

“Nah, that’s what you’ve got doll face for.” He says and Jameson grips his phone and I laugh and reach over and place my hand on his. 

He looks up at me and my roll my eyes and shake my head. Letting him know that I don’t really care what Rhett says and that he shouldn’t either and it’s just his nature to be a pervert and shithead. 

“I’m hanging up now” Jameson growls. 

“Save a horse. Ride a cowboy doll face!” Rhett yells into the phone. “Yeeeeehaaaa-“

Jameson cuts him off by ending the call.  I just hold his hand and smile. 

“Your friend is an idiot.” I laugh softly. 

“I know.” He grumbles. 

“I swear he’s like a teenage boy with the way he talks” Jameson grumbles and I laugh. 

“I’d never…talk about you like that with him, just so you know.” He says and looks at me. His face is concerned as if I think Jameson is down to “locker room” talk about our bedroom lives with someone else. 

“I already knew that. I know what kind of man you are. That’s why I snatched you up, big guy.” I wink at him and he huffs and his jaw ticks. 

“You think I’d look at you the way I do if I thought you were that kind of man?” I ask as I gently rub his hand and turn it over and scratch my nails lightly on his palm and up his fingertips and I see him relax just slightly and sigh. 

“I know you Jameson, don’t forget that, I know the boy you were , and the man you are now, I know your family, the way you were raised, the way you respect women, and yourself by the way you treat them. I know you’re a good one. I’m not worried about you disrespecting me when I’m not around. You’re the grumpy Santa that threw his coat around me so nobody could look at me.” I say with a little smile. 

His nostrils flare. 

“You were practically wearing underwear” he growls.

I roll my eyes. “It was NOT underwear” 

“Close enough” he huffs and I smile while chewing my lip. 

“I’m just saying, you never have to worry about me, worrying about you respecting me. Don’t ever think you have to tell me what kind of man you are , I already know.” I say and then drag my nails back and forth over his palm. 

“Youre the kind of man who would truly punch Rhett for taking it too far, you’re the kind of man who doesn’t sign womens cleavage, or fuck groupies. You’re a grumpy, romantic teddy bear , and you know something?” I ask and he lifts his eyes to me. 

“I shouldn’t admit it, but the way you want to decide what’s too sexy for me to wear on stage, should piss me off , but it doesn’t, because I know it’s not in a controlling way, but a protective one, also maybe a bit…jealous” I say with a smile and he growls. 

“And it makes me…so fucking hot for you” I say and his brows perk up. 

“Yeah?” He asks and I smile softly and nod. 

“Mhm” I hum and then move on the little bench and push up over the small table onto my hands and walk them over the table and his eyes go to my tits as they hang in my loose tank top. His eyes come back to me. 

“Take me to bed Jameson, I want you to taste how wet my pussy gets knowing its owned by such a good man”