Page 7 of Rock On

“Can I see you tomorrow?”

“My sister’s coming over tomorrow—”

“After.” I knew Marley wouldn’t stay all day. Thank God for her to-do list!

“Yes.”

“I want to stay with you all night, but I should probably get back. My…um, team will be looking for me soon and blowing up my cell. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened already with how I booked out of there. Give me your phone. I’ll put in my number.”

“It’s on the couch someplace.” She licked her lips, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her again. With iron will, I kept myself from moving her to straddle me so she could feel the steel pipe aching to get inside her.

When we were breathing hard again, we located her cell, and I put in my digits then texted myself. Then, reluctantly, we headed back to her car.

The storm had passed, but it was humid as hell now, only adding to the heat radiating from my body. Thankfully, Sky turned on the air and it kicked in quickly. While she drove, my hand curled on her supple thigh, and she covered it with her smaller fingers, curling them between mine. My back teeth clenched, I focused on her hand and not how I wanted to feel her legs around me. I wouldn’t last long before having her—but I couldn’t feel guilty since I fully intended to keep her.

All too soon, she dropped me at the security gate to the bus area, and I stared into her eyes for a long moment. “I’m not going to kiss you in front of those assholes manning the gate. But you should know I want to.”

“You should know I want to, also. I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

“Me, either, sweet thing.” Reaching out, I brushed my fingers over her cheek, unable to leave the car without at least touching her. My thumb dragged over her bottom lip while the tip of my tongue licked over my own. My teeth sank into the inside of my cheek as I forced myself to move back and reach for the door.

“I’ll text you,” I promised.

She nodded, and with a jaunty wave, I feigned that I was just fine then strode toward the gate. I pulled out my badge but didn’t really need to. Unlike Sky, the guards knew exactly who I was. In moments, I was inside and jogging toward my bus.

“Where the fuck have you been?” my brother, Stone, griped as soon as I stepped inside. Though I shared the vehicle with only him, the rest of the band was apparently hanging out in our lounge tonight. Stix, our drummer, was on the couch a couple feet from Stone, who also sat there. Violet, AKA Blu, our bassist, was in one of the armchairs, swiveling it back and forth while she studied me. Kyson, who played whatever we needed him to, being a regular Jack of all instruments, sat in the other chair, not moving other than his eyebrow lifting at me while he smirked.

“Out,” I answered.

Stix jerked her attention over to Stone. “Oh, that explains it. He wasout. I’ll remember that one.”

“The fuck you will,” my brother growled. He and Stix had an on-again/off-again hate going on. I figured they just wanted to bang, but neither of them would admit it. When it finally happened, no one in the band, crew or management would be surprised. There may or may not have been a betting pool on when or if it would happen.

“I’m going to bed,” I said, heading toward the extremely narrow hallway that led there. Unlike many buses that had a larger room in the back, with berths along either side of an aisle leading to it, Stone and I had designed our bus so we’d each have a private room to hang out in. It was a compromise, since the alternative was us each buying our own vehicle.

“Don’t forget we have rehearsal tomorrow afternoon,” Stone yelled after me.

“Do I ever forget?” I groused.

“No. But do you ever gooutlike today?”

I didn’t say a word, just flipped him the bird over my shoulder then slammed my door once I was inside my closet-sized cubicle—my home away from home, my refuge. And I couldn’t help wondering how Sky would like it, because I most definitely wanted to see her here—preferably sprawled out for me in the bed.

Yeah, that would make this little room perfect.

Four

Sky

Always mine, my bright Sky

Marley knocked on my apartment door way too freaking early in the morning, especially since I’d spent half the night texting Jerrin and the other half of it tossing and turning while I thought about him.

“You look like shit,” Marley announced when I opened the door for her.

“Thanks. Want to evaluate my life next?” I asked, stepping back so she could enter.

“Don’t get me started.” She stretched out her hand, offering me one of the paper cups she held. “I figured you wouldn’t have had your coffee yet, so I brought you one.”

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