Текст книги "Strings Attached"

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She had no fear he’d drop her as he took the steps two at a time. He held her too tightly for that. She had a second to worry that he’d bump his head on the ceiling at the top of the stairs but he ducked at the right moment and stepped through the door to her bedroom.

He didn’t bother to turn on any lights because she always left a light on upstairs and downstairs. The light she’d left on in the hall made it easy for him to see where he was going.

And easy for her to watch him. It’d become her new favorite pastime. He fascinated her . . . when he wasn’t pissing her off.

Right now, he definitely wasn’t pissing her off. Even though he wasn’t doing what she needed.

Which was throwing her on the bed and fucking her hard and fast.

When the hell had she become so needy? It wasn’t like her at all.

And it definitely wasn’t like her to feel practically lightheaded when a guy stared at her the way Sebastian was right now. As if he was plotting exactly how he was going to break her down to a quivering mass of jelly.

She really shouldn’t be looking forward to that.

She couldn’t help herself.

Still standing by the bed, he stared down at her, his eyes on her chest. She watched the rapid rise and fall of his with fascination. Apparently, he couldn’t catch his breath either. She loved it.

And when she reached for the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it up her body, she felt a little bit of that control shift back to her. His attention now focused solely on her fingers as she drew the shirt over her head and let it drop off the other side of the bed. Getting rid of her bra simply required her to grab the center and tug it off. He’d already unclasped it for her.

If another man had ever stared at her like Sebastian was, she would’ve felt extremely uncomfortable. Now, she simply wanted more.

Without wasting more time, she gripped her waistband and undid the button and the zipper, then lifted her lower body from the bed so she could shove her jeans and her underwear down and off. She’d already kicked off her shoes.

She expected him to strip as well. Instead, he leaned forward and reached for her hips, dragging her toward him until her legs dangled over the side of the mattress. Then he spread her legs until he stood between hers, keeping his hands on her thighs. His fingers traced minute patterns on her skin, intensifying the throbbing in her pussy, aching even more now.

There was just something about being completely naked in front of a fully dressed Sebastian that heightened the thrill.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” She could barely hear his voice, he’d spoken so softly. “Why did I never see that before?”

She shook her head, a blush heating her cheeks and warmth filling her belly. “Maybe because we were never able to hold a civil conversation for more than five seconds before you kissed me.”

His hands continued to knead her thighs, his gaze locked with hers. “Should’ve done that a hell of a lot sooner.”

“I probably would’ve smacked you.”

“Yeah, you probably would’ve. What will you do if I put you over my knees and smack your ass?”

Her first instinct was to scoff and say she’d kick him in the nuts if he tried. But then the thought of his hand making hard contact with her flesh ignited something deep inside her.

Blinking up at him, she saw his eyes had narrowed and his cheeks had reddened.

“Has anyone ever spanked you?”

Not trusting her voice, she shook her head.

“Jesus, Truly, there’s so fucking much I want to do to you.”

“Then why don’t you start by taking off your clothes so I can suck you?”

“I think it’s my turn to taste you.”

In the next second, he’d fallen to his knees, hands high on the inside of her thighs, spreading her wider. He leaned closer, until she felt his breath on her labia, making all of her muscles tighten in anticipation.

“Yes.”

“Damn right.”

He’d barely whispered the words, but she felt them straight into her core. Then he put his mouth over her and she had no more rational thought.

He didn’t start slow, like she’d expected. He went straight for trying to make her scream.

He sucked her labia between his lips, nibbled on them with his teeth. The sensation felt like an electric shock that made her clit ache and throb and her nipples tighten almost painfully.

God, the man made her wild. She squirmed, trying to ease just a little of that ache. But Sebastian clamped his hands on her thighs and held her steady. Which just inflamed her senses all the more.

His tongue flicked out, licking at her clit, his pace slowing until her breathing slowed to match his rhythm. It was a little scary to realize how total his control over her really was. To know that he only had to touch his tongue between her legs and she became his.

Just knowing that made her pussy clench and her hands reach for his head. She couldn’t touch him so she reached above her to the other side of the bed, to hold on.

Sebastian played with single-minded purpose until she couldn’t contain her orgasm. With a cry, she came, her body curling into itself even as she tried not to move and dislodge him.

Sebastian continued to lick her as she came down but he was far from finished. Now, he began to kiss his way up her body, placing a kiss on her mound then stringing kisses up her belly as he rose off his knees.

His hands planted on either side of her hips, pushing his legs between her knees to hold her open.

He took his damn sweet time, making sure every movement brushed against some part of her body, except the part that was achy and needy.

She reached for his arms, trying to drag him closer, urge him to go faster. But he only smiled and held his position above her.

“You’re not going to convince me to go faster, babe.”

“Because you’re a damn tease.”

“I’m pretty sure you like when I tease you.”

Bastard. She did like it. Way too much. “But right now I want you to go faster.”

His expression turned a little wicked. “Something you need? I mean, it’s not like you didn’t just come.”

“Maybe I’m not fulfilled.”

“Ah, now, we can’t have that, can we?”

Lifting one hand from the bed, he slid it between her legs, playing with her overly sensitive labia and barely brushing against her clit.

He touched her and her body responded in ways she’d never imagined she would. She had absolutely no context for what he did to her and she bounced between loving it and fearing it so much, she felt like a Ping-Pong ball.

She’d never lost control the way he made her lose control.

Her lungs fought for each breath as he fingered her clit with whisper-soft strokes, lulling her into an almost blissful state before he thrust one finger into her pussy.

Still wet from her orgasm, her body put up no resistance and he sank deep, stroking her high inside before he pulled out, only to return with two fingers.

Yes, this was what she wanted.

With a cry, her back arched, trying to get him to move, to get him deeper. Her hips thrust forward but he controlled the pace and the depth ruthlessly until she burned again.

And then he pulled his fingers free just before she attained another climax.

Her eyes flew open and her fingers curled into her bedspread. “Damn you, Bastian.”

His smile had a ruthless edge to it but his chest rose up and down at breakneck speed.

“I fucking love seeing you all worked up, Truly. It makes me so fucking hard.”

“Then do something with the damn thing.”

He threw back his head and laughed and the sound flooded her body with more heat.

“I think you need to be punished for that mouth.”

“Don’t you even think about it.”

But honestly, she absolutely wanted him to think about it. She’d never had the opportunity to play with anyone else. And she wanted all of him, the sexy parts, the dominant parts, the playful parts. The ones that made her smile and the ones that made her burn. All together, they made her hornier than she’d ever been.

“Now I know that’s not what you’re really thinking.” In a flash, he pushed back to standing, sat down beside her, then dragged her across his lap, ass up.

She’d never felt more exposed or more turned on.

“Sebasti—”

His hand landed with a sharp smack on her ass, the sting an electrified pulse that blew through her body and stole her breath.

“No. When we’re alone like this, you call me Bastian.” Another smack, this one a little lighter than the first. “That’s what I want to hear come out of your mouth now.” Another tiny smack. “Say it.”

She shook her head, trying to apply a little pressure to her clit pressing against his thigh. “Just do it.”

Now his hand landed with a little more strength and the jolt that went through her this time made her moan aloud.

“Say it and I’ll give you another one of those because you seem to like it so much.”

“Bastian.”

Twice now his hand landed on her ass and she had to bite her tongue against the groan that wanted to escape.

This was so not her, and yet, oh my god, she loved it. Forbidden and naughty and devastatingly sexy.

“Bastian.”

“Fuck, yes.” His hand came down again and she gasped out a sigh. “Jesus, Truly, your skin is so fucking beautiful.”

Right now, it burned, pumping up her desire to even higher heights.

“Glad you’re enjoying it. Now will you please fuck me?”

Sebastian gave her one more smack that had her practically vibrating on his lap. Then she was picked up and thrown back onto the bed as he began to strip off his clothes with more speed than she’d ever seen him use.

The comforter felt rough under her stinging ass but she liked the burn. She liked the ache between her legs and the burn of air inside her lungs.

He had his shirt over his head in seconds and was kicking off his sneakers while his hands ripped open the button on his jeans, yanked the zipper and shoved the jeans down his powerful thighs.

As he straightened, his cock stood straight out from his body, hard and straight, pulling her up onto her elbows so she could watch him. When he’d finally kicked the jeans away, he stepped closer to the bed, their gazes connecting.

“On your stomach, Tru. I want to see that ass when I fuck you.” He smiled as she sucked in a gasp. “And don’t make me wait.”

She’d flipped over before her brain had fully comprehended his words. Then his hands smoothed over her ass and she lost all ability to think.

“So fucking pretty. Up on your knees now.”

She heard the crackle of foil as she rose up on her knees. Then his hands were on her thighs, pushing her legs closer together. The bed shook, and she felt the brush of his thighs against the backs of hers.

Wriggling back against him, she felt the hot length of his cock slide against her ass. Another smack of his palm along her hip and her head dropped down onto the mattress as she moaned.

“The sounds you make are so fucking hot.”

He had both hands on her hips now and was sliding his cock in the cleft of her ass.

“Not as hot as watching you play tonight.”

“Then I’ll fucking play for you whenever you want.”

Sebastian made a slight adjustment and now his cock slid between her thighs, inciting her to thrust back against him so his shaft rubbed along her clit. The sensation made her want to melt.

Sebastian picked up the rhythm, his breath an audible growl. She was so close to coming again. If he’d just pick up the pace—

She groaned as he pulled away, bending to rub his stubbled cheek against her back.

“Jesus, I feel like a horny teenager around you, ready to go off the second I get inside you.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“No fucking way. I wanna make it last. I love being inside you.”

Her heart turned over at his words, quivering at the sentiment.

She loved hearing him say how much he wanted her. It would be even better if—

Shaking her head, she expelled that thought before she finished it. This was fun. They were having fun. If tonight proved anything, it was that they had to have as much fun as they could before he left. Because he would leave. There was no doubt in her mind about that.

He continued to thrust between her legs, making her wetter, making her pant until finally she dipped her pelvis during one of his front slides and caught the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

He lodged there and froze, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to make her gasp.

“Fuck, sorry.”

“No.” She reached back with one hand to stop him from releasing her. “Please. Move, Bastian. Now.”

“No, not yet. I want to make you beg.”

“I’m begging now.”

“No, you’re not. You’re not burning.”

“I am!”

She heard him laugh, the sound holding a dark edge. “Not enough. Not fucking enough.”

He punctuated that with the hard caress of his hand up her back. Leaning forward, he wound his fingers into her hair and tugged, his cock sliding away and leaving her aching.

She automatically resisted and absorbed the sting in her scalp. When had she become addicted to this?

“You’re fucking perfect.”

“You only say that now because you’re getting laid.”

“Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I mean that.”

He thrust forward again, and this time, the head of his cock spread her labia and sank at least an inch into her channel.

Yes. Her pussy tightened around him, trying to pull him farther inside.

When he groaned, she knew he’d felt her clutch at him.

“You don’t play fair, Truly.”

“I’m not playing.”

She clenched again and this time felt him jerk forward.

“Come on, Bastian.”

“You get your way too damn much.”

Then he pulled back and began a slow, steady push forward. She felt each inch of his length as he settled inside her body. When he reached his limit, his hips pressed tight to her ass, he stopped and held. His hands flexed on her hips and he made small movements to get even more depth.

“I could spend forever inside you.”

His whispered words were barely audible and she wasn’t exactly sure she’d heard him correctly. But it scared her how much she wanted him to have said the words.

And then she didn’t think at all as he pulled back out. Every incremental motion made her body shake with lust. She couldn’t breathe fast enough, couldn’t process her emotions.

She only wanted him to move. Faster. Harder.

His measured motions seemed determined to hold her right on the edge. Each inward thrust spread her wider. Every retreat made her body tighten with anticipation of his return.

She never would have expected him to maintain that pace. But obviously, she still had a lot to learn about Sebastian.

Right now, though, she just wanted to enjoy him.

His hands gripped her tighter now as he increased his speed, his hips stopping with each inward thrust to grind a little deeper. Planting her knees a little more firmly, she pushed back, making him groan. His next thrust was harder. And each successive invasion came faster until they moved together in a synchronized dance that she knew was reaching an end.

That tight spring in her lower body had coiled again and was ready to be released. It only needed the trigger.

Sebastian was saying something, but she couldn’t make it out over the pounding of her pulse in her ears.

But she definitely heard him groan out her name as he lost that control and thrust with abandon now. It was exactly what she needed and she came with a moan that mingled with his groan as he let go and joined her.

Chapter Eleven

Baz woke when he felt Tru shift away from him.

Still mostly asleep, he made a grab for her, saying something that he thought sounded like “Stay” but probably sounded like a grunt.

She evaded him but ran her hand along his cheek before she slid out of bed, grabbing her phone.

“Hello?”

Obviously he’d been too out of it to hear it ringing. Probably because he’d fucked his brains out last night.

And he was more than willing to spend the rest of the day doing the same. He just hoped she came back to bed when she was done.

A few seconds later, he knew that wasn’t going to happen.

She snuck back into the room, trying not to make any noise, then grimaced when she realized he was awake.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I was gonna say no problem and tell you to come back to bed and make it up to me, but you have that look on your face.”

Her nose wrinkled in a way that made his dick get hard. Hell, any way she looked at him, his dick got hard.

“What look?”

“The one that means trouble.”

She stopped at the side of the bed, hands on her hips as he rolled over onto his back to watch her. He didn’t pull the covers up because he liked the way her eyes lingered on his chest. He tried to control his smile but failed.

And when she finally dragged her gaze up to his face, he saw her lift her eyebrows at him, which just made his dick that much harder.

“I’ve got to go down to Val’s set. Some neighbor’s complained about the noise and the cops are there and I’ve got to make sure everything gets smoothed over.”

“I have no doubt you’ll kick their asses into shape, babe.”

Her lips twitched and he knew she wanted to smile but wouldn’t allow herself to. “Anyway, I need to get going. You don’t have to leave now, just make sure you lock the door on your way out, okay?”

“Sure, no problem.” He yawned and stretched, making sure the sheet shifted even lower on his body. “When do you think you’ll be done?”

When he opened his eyes, she’d crossed her arms over her chest and was shaking her head.

“I have no idea.”

“Are you coming back here or to the office?”

“Will you still be here?”

“I can if you want me to be.”

It took her a few seconds but she finally smiled outright. “Fine. But you better have breakfast waiting because I’ll be starving.”

Pushing up onto his elbows, he smiled back at her. “No problem.”

“Uh-huh.” Moving toward the closet on the far wall, she pulled stuff out and started to dress. A plain black skirt, white t-shirt top, slim grey sweater and black pumps.

Battle gear.

“You know when you dress like that, it turns me on.”

She didn’t even look at him as she ran a brush through her hair and picked through the jewelry box on top of the chest.

“Amazing how much self-control you have because you’ve been able to keep your hands off me for the past three months.”

“Yeah, but now . . .”

She turned as she pushed plain gold hoops through her ears, looking at him with a question in her eyes. “Now . . . ?”

“Now I know what you look like naked and that’s all I see when I look at you.”

She shook her head but continued to smile. “You’re such a guy.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. That’s not what it sounded like last night.”

No, he could still hear every little sound she’d made. Just thinking about it made his dick rock hard and ready to party. But he knew how important her job was to her and he wasn’t about to get in the way.

The blush that colored her cheeks almost made him rethink his decision to let her go. Eighteen months ago, he so would’ve tried to coax her back into bed, deadlines and work be damned. Today, well, maybe he’d actually grown a little more mature.

Didn’t mean he didn’t want to bend her over the bed, flip up that tight skirt and get in a quickie.

Her lips had curved into a full-blown smile now. “It’s not a bad thing, Bastian.” She stepped closer to the bed and reached down to trail her fingers from the center of his chest to the top of the sheet that barely covered his groin.

His cock tented the sheet and his breath caught and held as she swirled her fingertips in the darker, curlier hair just peeking above the sheet.

“I guess only time will tell if you’re a one-hit wonder or fall prey to the sophomore slump.”

“I love it when you talk all businessy and shit.”

Her head fell back and she laughed, which had his hands curling into the sheets so he didn’t grab her and throw her on the bed.

When she finally stopped, she shook her head as she leaned down and pressed her lips against his for a chaste, too-quick kiss.

“I’ll text you when I have an idea of how long I’ll be.”

“Don’t work too hard, babe. It’s Sunday.”

She wiggled her fingers over her shoulder at him and disappeared out the door.

Loss swept through him, so sharp he could barely breathe for a few seconds, especially when he heard the front door open and close a minute or so later.

How fucking stupid was that? Seriously? He must be losing it.

And how the fuck had his life taken this left turn so fast?

Shaking his head, he ran his hands through his hair and sat up. He considered going back to sleep but he wanted to be awake when she got back. And he’d promised her breakfast.

What the hell time was it anyway?

Rolling out of bed, he gathered his clothes and dressed, checking his cell for calls. He’d put it on silent last night before the concert and he’d never turned the sound back on.

The phone symbol was overlaid with the number twenty and a plus symbol. Which probably meant he had just as many voice messages.

His Twitter app had given up at one hundred. Same for Facebook.

Fuck. He needed coffee before he tackled this. Sticking the phone in his back pocket, he headed for the kitchen. Tru drank coffee so he was betting on there being a machine somewhere. Otherwise, he would need to head out and find some.

Would she give him a key if he asked?

Getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you, buddy?

Just because he was ready to move in and take over her life didn’t mean she wanted him to.

Besides, last night had proved he wasn’t ready to throw in the towel on his music career. He’d rediscovered his love of performing, and even now he had the itch to grab a guitar and play something. Anything.

He wanted to call Nic . . .

Which made him think about that kiss Nic had laid on him last night.

What the fuck had happened? Why the hell had Nic kissed him like that? Way too much had happened last night for him to focus on those few seconds of time but now . . .

What the hell did he do? Did he call Nic and ignore the fact that the guy had almost but not quite stuck his tongue down his throat?

Did he want to know why the hell he’d done it?

Maybe the question he should be asking was why the hell wasn’t he freaked out about it.

“Shit.”

He needed a guitar. He thought better when he had one in his hands. Of course, he didn’t have one with him. He could head over to the ManDown office but then he wouldn’t be here when she got back. He didn’t want to disappear on her. Yeah, he could text her and tell her where he’d be but he’d told her he’d be here so here is where he’d stay.

But he really needed coffee before he got to his messages.

She had a Keurig so he had coffee in under two minutes. If he didn’t already worship her, he would now.

Since he didn’t want to think too closely about the implications of that, he sat at the small table in her bright, spotless kitchen, turned on speakerphone and started going through his messages.

The first were from friends from high school, two guys he’d kept in touch with who hadn’t had a lick of musical talent but had always been supportive of Baseline Sins. The messages had been almost identical. They’d seen videos from last night and were psyched that the band would be getting back together.

The next was from Tom Aioli, the Sins’ manager. Baz expected to get reamed a new one from Tom but the guy actually sounded teary. Their short, round, and bald shark of a manager sounded like he was gonna cry. Probably because he figured he’d finally be making some money off them after a year of nothing.

Shit, that wasn’t fair. Tommy had become part of their family. Baz’s parents had had Tommy and his wife over for dinner more times than Baz could remember. He made a note to call the guy when he finished with the rest of the messages.

The next few were from crew the band had worked with and a few other musicians from other bands. Xander was pissed he hadn’t known ahead of time or he would’ve been there.

More musicians from other bands.

Then he heard Zach’s voice. Sebastian didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he released it on a sigh when Zach sounded genuinely psyched about him and Nic playing together.

Trev, on the other hand, tore him a new one. The amount of fucks he used in one minute would’ve made any sailor proud. Baz knew him well enough to know Trev was pissed only because he hadn’t known.

But Jase . . .

Fuck. Jase was upset. Even more than Nikky, Jase was the most sensitive of them all. He’d also been the first to try to visit Baz in the hospital and he’d been the one who continued to keep in contact, even when Baz would’ve rather not.

“Hey. Saw you and Nik playing with Johnny and Mac. Nice to see you back onstage, man. Wish I could have been there to see it in person. Give me a call. Soon.”

It was way past time to give the guys a call.

The last message was from Nik forty-five minutes ago. Just before Tru had left.

“So you wanna talk? I’m gonna be in the city ’til tomorrow. Gimme a call.”

What? You thought he wouldn’t call? After that kiss?

Christ, his best friend had kissed him like he wanted to do more than fucking kiss.

And Baz hadn’t been repulsed. He’d been shocked, yeah. But repulsed . . . No.

Fuck. Don’t be a pussy. Just call him. What the hell are you worried about?

He wasn’t worried. At least not about that kiss. Not that he was thinking about that kiss. That had just been Nik fucking with his head.

Before he thought about it anymore, he pressed the button to call.

Nik picked up on the second ring.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” An awkward pause fell, but Baz was determined to push past it. “So, you wanna meet later today?”

“Sure. Where?”

“You wanna come to my room at Haven or you wanna see the studio where I think we should record our next album?”

Nik went silent and Baz wasn’t sure he was going to answer. After several seconds, Nik sighed so loud, Baz heard him clearly.

“Sure. Let’s see this magical studio.”

The level of sarcasm in Nik’s tone made Baz want to kick something. Christ, he fucking hated this.

Instead of rising to Nik’s bait, which he would’ve done any other time before, he took a deep breath.

“Great. Two o’clock okay with you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Okay, good. That’s good. I’ll see you then.”

“Will anyone else be there?”

“Does it matter?”

“Kind of, yeah. I just . . . I’d rather do this without an audience.”

“I get it. It should just be us.”

Nik released a huge breath. “Okay. I’ll see you at two.”

Then he hung up without another word. Obviously Nik knew what studio he was talking about. Just in case, Baz texted him the address.

Then he put everything out of his head, except for what the hell he was going to make Tru for breakfast.

*   *   *

By the time she’d finished dealing with the cops and the city codes people and placating the neighbors, who’d decided they weren’t real happy about all these people in their neighborhood early on a Sunday morning, even though they’d been notified twice in the past two weeks, Tru was ready for a huge cup of coffee, half a dozen donuts, and another round of energetic sex.

Maybe not in that order.

So the fact that she’d left her house more than four hours ago and that Sebastian had sent her a text saying he was leaving to meet Nik in the next fifteen minutes did not fucking brighten her day.

And the fact that she had to go into the office to clear up a few other pieces of paperwork that had come up during her meeting with the residents meant she’d be there when Nik and Sebastian were talking.

Shit.

So, though it pained her to put off work, she made her way to the hotel. She’d already been in touch with Greg and knew he was out scouting a location alone so Sabrina was either working or sleeping.

“Hey, Rina, what are you doing?”

“Geez, I didn’t expect to hear from you today. I figured you’d be otherwise occupied.”

“Yeah, well, when you have a neighborhood full of pissed-off residents and cops involved, you get your ass out of bed.”

“Oh, no. That’s sounds serious.”

“It was but it’s all taken care of now. Are you up for brunch? I could use a pitcher of mimosas and some serious intake of carbs like French toast and donuts.”

Sabrina paused. “I figured you’d be spending the day with Baz. Is everything okay?”

Yeah, except for the fact that he was probably going to be leaving her soon to go back to his band. “Yeah, he’s meeting with Nik and I figure they need the alone time.”

“Okay, I’m up for that. I was going to meet Kate and Talia—”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t want to cut in—”

“Tru. Stop. You’re not cutting in. I’m inviting you to join us. Unless . . . you’d rather not talk with Kate and Talia.”

“No, sorry. That’s not it. I’m just out of sorts. I’d love to join you guys, if it’s okay.”

“Good.” Tru could hear Sabrina’s smile through the phone. “All settled.”

“When are you meeting?”

“Actually, we just got to the restaurant. We’ll see you in a few. Oh, Kate says to give her name when you get there.”

Five minutes later, Tru walked into the restaurant and asked for Kate and was directed to a private room away from the main dining area, which was teeming with late-Sunday-morning brunchers. Most were dressed in their church clothes, which made Tru look down at herself and realize she fit right in.

Maybe it was time to jazz up the work wardrobe a little. She was the freaking managing director of ManDown. Probably time she dressed like it.

That was a problem for another day.

When she finally got to the right door, she took a deep breath and prepared to smile. She felt like she had to be on again, which was stupid. This was supposed to be a relaxing break with friends.

She definitely needed to get a grip.

Pushing open the door, she found Sabrina, Kate, and Talia sitting at a small, round table in front of a glass wall that looked out into Tyler’s solarium.

The women turned to her with smiles and Sabrina jumped up immediately to give her a hug.

“Hey, I’m so glad you’re here. I would have invited you yesterday but I knew you had a date with Baz so I wasn’t sure you were going to have this morning free. And, oh my god, that concert last night was incredible. I’ve never seen Baz play onstage live. And, jeez, girl, did you have fun afterward? If he was my guy, I would’ve so totally jumped his bones all night.”

Sabrina’s knowing smile made Tru shake her head and sigh as she took a seat. “It was amazing. He was amazing, and yes, I totally jumped his bones.”

In for a penny, in for a pound, as her mom always said. If she wanted to be part of this circle of friends, she might as well open herself up totally. And this was her, straight up with no filter.