Page 86 of Grave Misgivings
Right, of course. Hailee and Mateo have always been pretty high profile, but with their young, rising-star boyfriends, I doubt they’d be able to just join a regular tour.
All of them, especially theHeart Killerboys, are not easily disguised.
At least if I want to disappear, all I have to do is take out my contacts, dress in preppy clothes and a ball cap, and I’m good.
Zeb knocks on the door, opening it just slightly. “Everything okay?” he asks, and my heart skips a beat.
God, he is so beautiful, and I feel my entire body relax at just the mere sight of him.
“See you tomorrow, Geo,” Mateo says, then the line goes dead.
“Uh, yeah,” I say chewing my lip as I think about Mateo’s request.
Zeb looks behind him, then slips into the room, shutting the door. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he says as he reaches out, running his fingers along my hip.
In my peripheral vision I can see us both in the mirror, standing there.
I can see the way his larger frame engulfs me, and the memory of his fucking head between my legs resurfaces.
“Would you want to go to the Grand Canyon with me? Tomorrow?” I ask. “You know, since the concert was postponed and all...”
Zeb smirks, running his fingers along the skin beneath my shirt. The touch is soothing, warm.
“Like a date?” he asks, his tone so much more confident than mine.
“I mean, there would be other people there...” I say, licking my lips. “Mateo, his boyfriend, Dare. Hailee, her boyfriend Richie.”
“Ah. Your label mates,” he states.
“My friends,” I reply, hoping he understands. Mateo and Hailee are like family to me.
And while I don’t know the Wylde brothers that well, I know that Dare and Richie are young, bright, and fun and a hell of a closer to Zeb’s age than I am.
I think it might not be such a bad idea. Maybe... maybe it would work out okay?
“So you want me to meet your friends?” he asks, his voice even. Deep, dark.
I nod. “Yes.”
He pulls me closer. “You still owe me for the Gardens,” he says darkly.
I brace myself, my hands on his hips. Heat engulfs me from the way he looks at me.
No one has ever looked at me the way he does.
“I do not. I?—”
He smirks. “Now you want me to meet your friends.” He shakes his head. “Are you always this demanding, Geo Graves?” he whispers against my ear, his breath hot on my neck, his sweet and tempting scent all I want to breathe.
I bristle in his hold, my cock standing at attention.
“Maybe,” I admit.
His hand slides over my ass, and I tense immediately, looking at the door and I freeze. He slips it beneath my waistband, his palm hot against my flesh. A mad blush forms on my cheeks, heating me like a flame.
“Seriously?” My voice lifts, high-pitched.
“You can tell me to stop,” he says with the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen on anyone. Man or woman.
