Page 4 of Bonding the Band

Hendrix grinned. “I’m a man of many secrets.”

The door swung open and I stepped inside, nerves churning in my belly. His presence behind me was electric and heavy, tuning every nerve to him. The whole bus honestly smelled way better than I had expected for carting around a bunch of rock stars. Hints of apple cider, black tea and vanilla, and something earthy and fresh hung in the air, along with Hendrix’s smoky citrus.

“We’re not gonna get in trouble for being in here?”

“Nah, like I said, we’ve got at least an hour.” He sidled up against my back, and I had to fight the urge to lean into him, totally surrendering. Pretty sure the cloud of perfume I let off gave me away, though. “Want a drink?”

“Maybe one.”

Hendrix whipped open the mini fridge and pulled out a couple of cola cans, setting them on top before fishing out two mini bottles of rum from some hidden stash. “You can open your own,” he said, tossing me the miniature rum.

The gesture surprised me. I hadn’t expected him to think of that safety measure at all for me, but it gave me a bit moresecurity as I cracked the seal and poured it into the bottom of the plastic cup, which he then topped up with a cola I watched him open.

“Let me make sure the bed isn’t nasty.”

“That’s quite presumptuous, sir.”

He popped his head out of the room at the back of the bus, giving me a wink. “Figured my odds were pretty good since you came to the bus to begin with.”

I barked a laugh. “You’re so bad.”

“Baby doll, you have no idea.”

I gulped down half my drink to ease my nerves, the alcohol sharp on my tongue but cut by the sweetness. If I were Clover, I probably wouldn’t be worried about this at all, but unfortunately, I was me, and I didn’t have that much experience with this kind of thing. At least, not without a few dates in front of it.

First time for everything.

“All good back there?” I asked, taking another sip.

“Better if you were back here with me.”

I set my drink aside and took a few daring steps toward the bedroom. Hendrix was missing his shirt but still wearing those ridiculous pants. “You took off the wrong half to cool down.”

Hendrix let out a low, delicious growl that had need spiraling through me, my perfume exploding around me. “Figured I would get your help with that part.”

After a quick mental pep talk, including aWhat Would Clover Do?,I crossed the remaining distance to him and tried not to embarrass myself with the moan I wanted to make when he put his hands on my waist. Hendrix pulled me close enough to lay a kiss beneath my collarbone, his tongue sweeping up and his hands tugging me down until he got his mouth on my throat, my knees going out from under me so I landed on his lap. My fingers curled into his hair as I lost my battle with thatmoan trapped in my throat. I was going to slick right through my panties if he kept that up.

Drowning on woodsmoke citrus, I let him manhandle me until I was stretched out on the bed with Hendrix staring down at me like some wicked god. With the recessed lights above him illuminating his golden hair, he looked like Apollo himself.

The desperate whine that leapt out of me made me want to bury my face in the blankets, but Hendrix seemed absolutely delighted by it.

“Beautiful, if I didn’t already have an ego, that sound would’ve given me one.”

I hoisted myself up, hooking my fingers in the waistband of his pants and lifting my face in a clear invitation. Hendrix accepted it, kissing me until I was dizzy, and carefully working my jacket off to toss it aside. My shirt came next, and then Hendrix was nudging me back and fighting with my boots like a man possessed. One of the heels cracked like thunder when he flung it at the wall and dropped down over me, like he couldn’t stand our mouths being parted for one second more. Deft fingers unhooked my bra, and his tongue sent me into a frenzy. My perfume was thick enough to choke me as we frantically stripped each other down until we were bare.

In a fit of boldness, I got him on his back and straddled his waist, tracing my fingertips down his chest and rocking my hips to tease his cock pressed against my ass cheeks.

“A view like that could give a man a heart attack.”

A blush infused my skin, heat snaking over me and butterflies dancing in my belly. Past partners hadn’t looked at me with the level of hunger Hendrix did now, didn’t use pretty words to make me feel like a goddess. A craving for him filled me down to the bone marrow.

“Feels like I might be a little close to that myself.” I let out a nervous laugh, and Hendrix curled both hands into my longhair, using it to tug me closer so his tongue could explore the recesses of my mouth while his hips moved restlessly beneath me.

“Haven’t given a girl a heart attack yet, but I did make one black out from a few too many orgasms.”

I wiggled and closed my fingers over his mouth. “I don’t want to hear a single word about anyone else you dragged back to this bus.”

“Sorry, baby doll. I’ll make you forget all about that.” His next movement flipped me, and a second later, he was caging me in, dragging that thick cock against my slick folds until I was whimpering and squirming beneath him.

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