Page 104 of Tortured Tones

I was over it. Over everything being different. I wanted my friends. My fun. My wicked nights out. My freedom. But then I met Ava’s gaze and my heart strummed to a different beat. The air between us sparked. I wasn’t sure if it was frustration, anger, desire, lust, or a combination of everything...but it was dangerous and hot. Not good.

Her chest heaved. “You need to go back to your room.”

I leaned toward her, just an inch. “Make me.”

She lifted her chin, challenging me. “You really want to go down that road?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” I stormed into the men’s locker room. Of course, she followed.

“Cole?” She grabbed my shoulder and spun me ’round. My head struggled to keep up. “I get that you have a lot going on. That tour is demanding. You’ve got Charlotte to worry about. But why are you awake at this hour? What is going on? Talk to me.”

I tossed my bag onto the bench in the middle of the row of lockers. “Ava, we’re not supposed to get personal.” That was a pathetic excuse considering we talked all the time.

She grimaced. Concern darkened her eyes. “So . . . is this about us?”

I took one step toward her, leaving a foot of distance between our bodies. “I’ve done everything you asked so no one finds out what happened between us. But the guys know. They won’t say anything. I promise. I’ve tried to forget what happened—”

“And have you done that?”

“No.”

Her voice softened. “Why not?”

God. She was beautiful and frustrating. “There are a million reasons why I should stay away from you, everything from you’re my bodyguard to our different paths to our messed up lives, but one reason why I can’t.”

“What is that?”

“I didn’t get you out of my system.”

She closed her eyes. “I hate you right now.”

Pain shot through my chest. “Why?”

She met my gaze and whispered. “I haven’t gotten you out of mine either.”

I took a step forward, cupped the back of her head, and drew her lips to mine. Spinning her, I pinned her against the wall of lockers. Showering her with kisses, I nipped her lips, her neck and face.

“Shit, Cole.” She dug her fingernails into my biceps. “We can’t do this.”

“You’re not on duty. So fuck any other rules.” I yanked off my T-shirt and tossed it on my bag. “You down with that?”

She raked her gaze over my chest, my hard-on straining in the confines of my shorts. My lips begged to kiss her again.

“Yeah.” She unzipped her tracksuit jacket, stripped it off and shed her T-shirt.

No bra. So freaking hot. We ripped off the rest of our clothes. I grabbed a condom from my bag, tore open the packet with my teeth, then sheathed my cock. We fell into one of the shower cubicles. I flicked on the taps. Hot water shot over our bodies. Caressing her face, I guided her backward until she connected with the tiles. “Fuck, you make me hard.”

“You make it hard to say no.”

“Then don’t.”

“I’m not.” She clutched my hair and pulled my lips to hers. Our tongues lashed together, tasting and taunting each other. Each lick fueling the fire between us. “Just fuck me. Please?”

A guttural groan erupted in the depths of my throat. “Gladly.”

She hooked her arms around my neck and curled one leg around mine. As I snaked my hand around her thigh, I dipped my knees and thrust into her, hard and deep. Shivers charged up my spine. Fuck, that felt good. Her warmth. Her tightness. Her touch. Everything about her ignited my blood. But there was nothing sensual about this. Nothing gentle. I needed a fuck. So did she.

I eased back a fraction, then drove into her again. And again.

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