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“As long as you’re with me”––he kisses the corner of my mouth––“I’m game.”

“For anything?”

His gaze darkens. “Possibly.”

I grab his belt buckle and graze my fingers a little lower, palming him through his dark jeans as I look up and down the empty hallway.

“You’re playing with fire, Dovey––”

“I’ve been playing with fire since the moment I walked in on you playing your guitar that first time.”

With a low growl, he takes my lips and kisses me hard as I continue to palm him through his jeans. He’s thick, and hard, and ready for me.

The same way I’m oh so ready for him.

“The show has at least thirty more minutes,” I breathe out as soon as I find the discipline to pull my mouth away from his. “You sang for me today, my bard. And now, it’s time to show my appreciation.”

“Whatever you say, Princess.”

I grab his hand and lead him to a utility closet that I’d accidentally walked into when we first arrived. Then I show him exactly how appreciative I am of him saving me tonight. Because he might be my bard, but he was also my knight. The combination is an aphrodisiac on steroids, and I make him come in my mouth before he returns the favor. Twice.

I think I like being on tour.

Chapter Thirty

Dove

Fender’s still surly by the time the concert is over and demands he catch a ride with Phoenix and Stoker instead of tagging along with the power couple, as he puts it. I try not to be offended, but I can tell the comment stung Gibson more than he’d like to admit.

In the back of the Uber, he sends Fender another text to apologize for making him feel like a little kid, but Fen doesn’t reply.

Of course, he doesn’t.

Tucking his phone into his pocket, a defeated Gibbs watches the giant red-brick mansion approach but doesn’t say a word.

“You okay?” I ask, reaching for his hand before squeezing it softly. “We don’t have to go––”

“Fen’s already here. Besides, there’ll be parties at every stop. It’s not like we could’ve hidden them from him, and it’s a good opportunity to connect with Organized Chaos too.” He shakes his head, returning my gentle squeeze with one of his own. “No. It’s a good thing you said yes, Dove. I just gotta get my head in the right place. It’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. We’ll keep tonight early-ish, though, okay? Not only for your sanity but for mine too.”

“Okay.” He squeezes my hand again. Like it’s a lifeline. Like it’s the one thing grounding him as he stares up at the massive house and perfectly manicured lawn with a wariness that matches my own. “Let’s go.”

From the long, winding driveway, the bass is thumping, making my ears ring, but it doesn’t stop Gibbs from leading me up the front steps. Phoenix and Stoker are off to one side chatting, but Fen is nowhere to be seen.

“Where is he?” Gibbs demands.

Phoenix lifts his hands in surrender. “He’s inside talking with a girl.”

Nostrils flaring, Gibson goes to storm inside, but Stoker steps in front of him. “Give him some space, man.”

“I need to talk with him––”

“Now’s probably not a good time,” Phoenix growls.

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