Half Wild, Half Yours

Caught In The Afterglow - Teddy POV

I didn’t even see the girl coming at first.

One minute I was helping Brody carry merch boxes back into the green room, the next some leggy blonde in a snakeskin dress and a rhinestone choker was in front of me, talking fast with that overfamiliar tone that meant she either knew me or knew of me.

Turns out it was both.

“I saw you guys in Portland last summer,” she said, flipping her platinum hair over her shoulder like we were catching up over brunch. “You were so much better tonight, by the way. More… raw. Like, emotionally raw. I love that.”

I gave her a polite nod, doing my best to track what she was saying while also keeping half an ear out for where Thomas and Brody had gone. The energy was weird tonight—chaotic in a way that made me feel slightly unmoored. Like the room was spinning just a hair too fast.

Still, I smiled. I thanked her. I even leaned down a bit so we could both hear each other over the buzz of the bar crowd and the thrum of the next band setting up.

That’s when it happened.

I felt it before I saw it.

Like a shift in the air. A jolt down my spine. A tether pulling tight.

I looked up—instinct more than anything—and there she was.

Blue.

Standing by the curb just past the patio lights, surrounded by a gaggle of glittering girls and her ever-faithful Tyler, but somehow… she looked like the loneliest person on the block.

Her eyes locked on mine for a half-second—barely long enough to blink—but it was long enough.

I saw it all.

The disappointment.

The flicker of something she tried to hide.

And then she looked away, like it hurt.

And f**k if that didn’t sting.

The blonde was still talking—I think about LA, or maybe her ex—but all the words sounded like static now.

I straightened up. Cleared my throat. Nodded again, not even bothering with an excuse.

My feet were already moving toward her.

Because whatever that was on Blue’s face, I never wanted to be the reason she wore it again.

I heard the click of heels on the concrete —Blue slipping through the side gate of the bar, Tyler at her heels. In that moment, everything in the bar faded out. The blonde fan I’d been politely chatting with slipped from my view like a bad dream.

“Blue?” I called, abandoning all composure. I dropped my polite smile, excused myself, and jogged through the back door after her.

She was already moving away, a few quick strides putting distance between us. My heart hammered—half with guilt, half with fear that I was losing her again. I sprinted, calling her name, praying she’d stop.

When I caught up, I grabbed her shoulder.

Her head whipped around and—God—I saw it in her eyes before I felt the impact.

Her fist connected with my jaw in an explosion of pain so sudden I staggered back. My hand flew to my face, fingers trembling as they pressed against my skin.

“Blue…” I managed, voice raw, stunned.

She stood there, chest heaving, Tyler’s tail wagging a confused staccato at her feet. The streetlight above us washed her in harsh white light—the glow from the stage was gone, replaced by the cold glare of reality.

She realized it was me—my pained expression mirrored in her eyes—but there was no apology there. No softening of her features. Only hurt and anger, blazing bright enough to scorch.

I didn’t think. I saw the hurt and fire in her eyes, the tremor in her jaw where she’d struck me, and everything in me snapped toward her. I reached up without a second’s hesitation, cupping her face in both hands—the rough callouses of touring life meeting the softness of her skin—and pulled her close.

Our lips collided in a hard, desperate crush. The world narrowed to the heat of her mouth, the sharp tang of her lipstick mixing with the salt of my own. Her fist was still raised, but instead of pulling away, she melted into the kiss—angry and eager and raw. My heart thundered as my body reacted, the press of her chest against mine, the slick slide of her tongue alongside mine. I tasted the bittersweet flavor of her anger and something deeper, something that said she’d been waiting for this as much as I had.

A low groan caught in my throat, and I felt the pulse in my neck thrum against her cheek. She let out a shaky sound that blended into mine, and I knew she wasn’t fighting me. Hell, neither was I. Every nerve ending was alight, electrified by the collision of adrenaline and desire.

When we finally pulled apart—her arms still braced against my shoulders—my breath came in ragged gasps. I rested my forehead against hers, pulse racing. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, though the kiss had felt anything but regretful. “I just…needed you.”

She blinked up at me, chest heaving, eyes still flashed with anger but something softer flickering beneath. And in that charged silence, I realized I would do anything to trade every mistake for a moment like this—with the promise that maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t let me go.

After an uber ride back to the hotel and Blue ushering Tyler inside the van…

I nearly stumbled up the stairs to my room, hand still clasped around hers, the electric tension between us pulsing faster than my heartbeat. As the door clicked shut behind us, the hush of the hallway was replaced by our quiet breaths. Blue’s eyes glowed in the dim lamplight—hungry, determined—and she didn’t hesitate.

With a soft laugh that barely disguised its huskiness, she kicked off her boots and peeled her top over her head in one fluid motion, hair tumbling free around her shoulders. My mouth went dry watching her, the delicate curve of her collarbone, the gentle slope of her waist, each movement a study in lithe confidence. When she stepped out of the light-blue skirt and let it fall at her feet, my hands itched to touch every inch of her skin.

She stepped closer, eyelashes brushing her cheeks as she met my gaze. I reached out, fingertips grazing her ribcage, tracing the line from hip to the hollow beneath her breasts. Goosebumps rose in its wake. Blue’s breath caught, and her lashes fluttered as she leaned into my touch. The world fell away—no stage, no crowd, just the two of us in the warm glow of the bedside lamp.

I closed the distance, pressing my mouth to hers in a kiss that stole the sting from my jaw and set my entire body alight. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I felt her skin burn against my palm as I swept the last of her clothes aside. Every curve, every soft plane of her body felt sacred under my gaze. In that moment, I knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do to prove she was the only one I wanted.

I step back from her and let my eyes wander her body. My gaze travels down her neck to her supple beautiful breasts. Down her belly and to the V between her thighs.

She comes towards me and she pulls off my t shirt as I dive for her neck, licking and sucking. I drop down to my knees and kiss her p***y. I press my nose against her and inhale.

Fuck—so good. My d**k is straining against my pants. I open my mouth and take her into my mouth. She cries out and holds onto my head. I lick along her slit and blow my breath against her p***y cooling it. I come back up and she sucks on my lips eating me up. I push against her backing her up to the bed. I push her down gently. She stares at my zipper and goes to work it down. She pulls my jeans down along with my boxers. My d**k springs free, a steel rod. She licks her lips. But I stop her before she can lick my tip. I gently push her down until she’s flat on her back. I kick my jeans and boxers off. I cover her body with mine and she arches up against me, leaving kisses along my jawline. I cup her between her legs. I can feel her wetness. I rub my palm over her c**t and dip my middle finger into her cunt. She cries out and moves her hips in time with my finger. I insert another finger and work her into a frenzy. She groans her t**s bobbing back and fourth as I f**k her with my fingers.

“Teddy” she cries and I’m so f*****g close to coming myself. f*****g hell. Rising up, I stare at her and I continue to work her. “Please” she whimpers. “I need to feel you” she reaches and her hand grabs my c**k. Her tiny hand can’t fit around it and she runs her smooth hands up and down. f**k. Me.

I kiss her sweetly. “I want to f**k you so badly baby, but I didn’t bring any protection”. She looks at me with wide eyes.

“I’m on the implant” she says looking at her arm. “And I’m clean, I haven’t been with anyone for 6 months” she says. My c**k twitches, wanting to be inside her with nothing between us. “I won’t be able to pull out of you” I say and shake my head. She kissed me and asks “do you usually use protection” I nod yes. “I didn’t bring any on this trip because I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea about me” I reply. She licks my ear and whispers “f**k me bare”.

Sweat coats my body and I push her back down, covering her mouth with mine. “Spread your legs” I tell her. She complies. f**k. She’s such a good girl. I grip the headboard with one hand and the other I grip her hip, thrusting my hips and burying my c**k in her tight cunt. She cries out digging her nails in my shoulders. I slide out, almost all the way, and then thrust back into her. Flesh slapping on flesh. Her back arches off the bed and pleasure crossed her face. I move thrusting my c**k in and out of her sinking nice and deep the way we both want it. I run my hand up her body palming her breast. I pinch her n****e and then replace my fingers with my mouth. Biting and sucking. I lean up into her ear and ask “do you like this”. She nods and cries “f**k, yes!” She grabs into my waist and rolls her hips up to meet mine. “You feel so f*****g good” she cries. I kiss her deep as I sink into her. I look down at her as her body is giving me everything and more. She comes up and sinks her tongue into my mouth. Her body tenses and shudders. Her p***y contracts around my d**k. Her orgasm lets me know that I don’t have to wait anymore. She cries out and I thrust, driving into her again and again chasing my own release. I thrust one more time and I come, spilling deep inside her. I nearly collapse on top of her. “f*****g hell” I murmur. Her arms reach over my neck and she squeezed her thighs, her p***y clenching me once more. I run my hand over the curve of her ass, and her hip. I reach to her check and cup it. I kiss her deep and longingly. Her skin glows. A smile creeps onto her face and she looks beautiful. Her p***y absolutely destroyed by my c**k. I roll off her and bring her close to me tucking her under my chin. I rub her back until she falls asleep. And even then I place soft kisses on her face, her neck, her shoulder. Anywhere I can reach.

I don’t want this summer to end.