Let Me Read You In — Idol Hands

Welcome to Let Me Read You In, where you can hear a chapter of my novels before choosing which world you want to enter.

This is Idol Hands, a why choose K-pop romance with 3 men worth staying secretive for, by me, Tierra Cox.

If this chapter catches you, you can find the full book on Amazon or Noir Pages. (starting July 10)

This novel is a standalone but you can catch the first in the series, Reminiscing, right here. 

Now, let me read you in.

Transcript

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Welcome to Let Me Read You In. I'm Tiara Cox, and today I'm reading from my K-pop love series. Get comfortable, the music is playing, the lights are low, and this story is called Idle Hands. Let me read you in. My heart is racing too hard and too loud. My hands are sweaty as fuck, and here I am about to faint on my way backstage. High touch was amazing. The guys all smiled at me, held my hand, but it was Sung Min who winked and whispered that he'd see me in a little bit. Now here I am, on this little ass couch, knees pressed together, praying that I'm not sweating badly. I could still smell my perfume, that's good. God help me, I'm gonna faint. Miss Wells, the salt and pepper haired man from before greets me. Can you come with me? Yes, I squeak out, clearing my throat. My phone is on, do not disturb it in my purse. I clear my throat again. Sorry, I'm nervous. He hands me a water bottle. Don't be. They're very nice. And you're a lucky woman. He's leading me down a small hall. I can feel the crisp night air coming from somewhere. Was there an internal competition like lucky winners get an actual meet and greet? He smirks. Something like that. He stops and extends his hand. I'm Wubin. I'm the body manager and he rattles off something in Korean. Butler of Vo. Oh my stomach is in knots. I didn't know they had a butler. Nice to meet you. And please call me Juniper. If you insist, he continues leading the way. If you need anything during your time with Vo, tell me, and I will make sure you have it. Until then. He opens the backstage door. There's a tour bus. Blacked out windows, security guards. Wubin leads me to the door and knocks twice. Have a good time. Thank you. The doors open on their own, and I close my eyes. Smells good in here. Kimchi, Bogogi. Sungman's face is the first I see over the railing. There you are, Juniper. Oh God, he already knows my name. I smile and make my way up. Where Sung Min doesn't shake my hand, he pulls me into a hug. He smells too good. What is that? Bergamon? Lyme? Sungman is so gorgeous up close. Angular hooded eyes and such a dark brown. His hair is white and hangs over his shoulders in soft waves. He's shirtless, wearing a black denim vest and matching joggers. Letting me go, he keeps his hand on my biceps. Oh, shoes, let me help you. He quickly drops to one knee and begins to unlace my sneakers. Oh, I can do that. Why? I'm here. He taps my knee and I lift my foot. He sets my shoes in a cubby, and when he's done, he takes my hand, leading me around a corner to a table where Rion sits. I doubt we need an introduction. Not at all. I rub my cheeks. Hello, Rion. Rion was cooking the meat. He places the tongs to one side and stands to greet me. Same as Sungmin, he pulls me into a hug, but his lips graze my shoulder. Hello, Juniper. I hope you're hungry. We're starving. I can eat. Rion winks. So can I. Oh lord. Was that a sex joke? The lead dancer is wearing a breezy white top and fitted white slacks. He smells like tonka and oak moss, some expensive cologne that probably costs three hundred dollars a bottle. Rion cups my chin, his thumb moving under my lower lip. Tell me something, Juniper. Who's your bias? That catches me off guard. I don't have one. Really? Sungmin has his arms over the back of his chair. It's not me. I'm equal in my affection. I twist my fingers as Ryon releases me and turns back to the grill. Equal in your affection, Tex says behind me. Freshly showered, his black hair is still wet, he licks his lips, giving me a clear up and down. I hope so. He advances slowly. Hello, Juniper. Thank you for coming. As his arms envelop me, I can feel how hard his heart is beating. Is he nervous too? Thank you for inviting me. I don't know what lottery I won, but I'm happy for it, I chuckle. Sungman laughs and gently tugs on one of my braids. Lottery indeed. You have a spark we like. We like? Does that mean they all chose me? Tek captures my hands and points to the booth. I slide between him and Ryon. Not fair, Sungmin scoffs. I said I was sitting next to Juniper first. You are the youngest, Rion chides. Don't throw a fit. I'll sit here for twenty minutes and then come sit next to you, Sung Min. Is that okay? I ask and his eyes light up. Please, baby, they treat me so bad. Sung Min pokes his lower lip out, and my brain says to kiss it if I get the chance. Juniper, relax. Tech sets a bowl of rice in front of me. Rion spoon's on meat and kimchi. Sung Min pours me water. There's no alcohol involved. Good. I don't want to slip into something I'm not coherent for. This really feels like a meet and greet. Jokes, a little getting to know you going on, but nothing untoward. Half of my slutty heart feels bad. They really just wanted to show a fan a good time. It's fifteen minutes in when I notice Rion has no problem keeping up in English. I'm sorry, I say, covering my mouth as I chew. Rion, you speak perfect English? Yes. He grins and pops another piece of meat into his mouth. Why? I balk. Don't why me. In interviews, at concerts, everywhere you pretend like you can't. He nods. Tech shakes his head, and Sung Min burst into laughter. He can speak it and understand it just fine, Sung Min answers. He just chooses not to. Of course, that doesn't leave here. Of course, I shake my head at Rion. You're cheeky. I pick up my water cup to cleanse my palate. Sung Min is watching me intently. I can feel Tex slide closer against my back, moving my braids behind me. His fingers are brushing my neck. Rion waits until I set my cup down. One of his hands grasps my face, his fingers grip my chin to lean me close to him, the other slips around my waist, and he kisses me. Not a peck to get used to it. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and kisses me. Instantly my heart rate speeds up and my panties are wet. Not a lie, I was full on ready. There are dishes clinking around me, Tek is chuckling, Sungman sighs. I was hoping it would be me first. He clucks his tongue. As soon as she said twenty minutes over here and twenty over there, I knew you weren't getting lucky, Tech answers. Let her come up for air, Rion. Fuck. I don't think I want to. He's murmuring against my mouth, squeezing my hip. His tongue moves and roves. Rion Park, the six two lead dancer of Wat is kissing me, biting my lips. When he lets go, he leans back, looking at me with eyes that scream he wants to fuck. Damn, you kiss good. I don't think I'm conscious. I went home, fell asleep, and this is a dream. A very nice one. My turn. Sung Min passed a seat next to him. Come here, baby. I'm still staring at Ryon. Go to him. He cocks his head. Min is calling you. And you're a good girl. Aren't you, Juniper? Yes, I squeak out. Good girls come when they're called. Text us rice in his mouth. Min is calling you. So what do you do? I think I'm breathing louder than I mean to. I'm coming. Ryon pulls me across his lap and I can feel the bulge in his pants right against a crack of my ass. Not yet, but you will be. Sung Min gathers me into his arms. He kisses me once, twice, simple pecks before he too devours my mouth and tongue. Kissing is an art, one I have perfected easily, but not every man in my life. Usually they suck at it. I pride myself on knowing the exact amount of tongue lips interval kisses to intermingle into a good makeup. By the time Sungmin comes up for air he's flushed and smiling like a Cheshire cat. Tech, he says in between pecks, his lips are on my jaw, my neck. Better get over here 'cause I'm ready. Yeah, yeah. The leader is standing behind him. His eyes run the way Sung Min's tongue is grazing over my chest before they come back to my face. Juniper Sung Min backs up, tongue hanging out of his mouth. I'm dying to put my tongue on your pussy, he murmurs. And here I thought this was a simple meet and greet. Yes? Yes, sir. He corrects me. May I kiss you? Please. Tech takes Min's spot. He places his hands on my face, thumbs rubbing my cheeks. I watch as he licks his lips before he dives in. There is no best kisser amongst them, but they do have different styles. Ryon is a consumer. He has to be touching, breathing, biting, licking. Sung Min is a mover. He doesn't stay in one place. His mouth is on mine, my jaw, my neck before he finds his way back to my mouth. Tech is a toucher. He's sensory driven, moving his hands over my form as we kiss, my waist, my hair, my neck. When he finishes, he licks my lips and grins. Wanna stay with us? He asks. I don't think. Why do I need to? This is my every dream and fantasy taking place right now. I could die tomorrow and be a happy woman. Yes? Rion claps. Fuck yeah. Who bin The salt and pepper haired man comes up the same set of stairs I did not too long ago. In front of me he sets a series of papers. This is an NDA, Juniper. His finger goes over the first few lines. In your time with Voix, you may not take unsolicited pictures, videos, voice recordings, or any medium of the sort. He presses a pen into my hand. The rest talks about in detail how pictures and recordings are not allowed, and the punishment, which is dissolution of contact with Vois. I sign. He flips the page and drones on and on about expectations, how there'll be a mandatory drug and STI, HIV tests, condoms worn at all times, unless under Vois strict control. I get on birth control. I sign. To be honest, I wasn't really listening to the last part because Sungman had his mouth on my neck and his fingers were rubbing my slit outside my pants, and I am a horny woman. So I signed. I do know Wu-Bin basically said that I can't tell anyone about this, and if they catch any wind of me telling my adventures in radio, phone, text, video, it was an ass load of formats he listed, I'd be sued for defamation. I fucking sign because I don't kiss and tell. A quick mouth swab and a blood draw, and 20 minutes later, Wubin returns and speaks quickly in Korean to the guys. Sungman stands and smiles at me. Ready to play? Are you ready to play? Thank you for listening to this preview of Idle Hands. You can keep reading by clicking the link below. You'll find the paperback on Amazon, and I'll be moving the ebook to Noir Pages when it previews on July 10th. Idle Hands is a standalone, but the series starts with reminiscing. Remember, one paragraph is the invitation. The chapter is the trap. See you soon.