Page 27 of Hard Rock Deceit
Desire.
Passion.
I felt his lips curve into a teasingsmile.
"Liar."
He untangled himself from my hair as hestraightened.
"Better write that down before youforget."
Hazy blue eyes gave me one last glance, amused, but also glinting with heat, before he left to join the other members of the band, waiting for their turn onstage.
Warmth pooled at the apex of my thighs. Small tremors wrackedmybody.
I doubted I'd ever forget what August had just mademefeel.
ChapterNine
The concertafter party was already raging by the time I reached my hotel room. The tour manager arranged a massive suite, with each band member getting their own room, along with a common living and kitchen area. I wondered if this was what they calledthe presidentialsuite.
Loud electronic music blasted throughout the common area, with two dozen or so people taking up most of the space. The members of Darkest Days I recognized, along with a few members of the opening bands I'd seen hanging around the backstage. The rest were all girls. Pretty, long-legged, and perfectly portioned girls. Fans and groupies I had toassume.
Cameron held court over a handful of young women as they laughed along to whatever story he was telling them. He kept a respectful distance, deftly sidestepping wandering and grabbyhands.
Damon had his own gaggle of girls surrounding him. He seemed to have no objection to grabby hands. In fact, his were the ones doing the most wandering, stroking up and down arms and backs, curling around hips and waists. From the eager looks on each girls face, they had no objections,either.
Sticking to the walls, I made my way to the closest bedroom step by step, avoiding the partiers drinking and dancing. I slipped inside and closed the door behind me. I didn't bother turning on the lights. It had been a long day. I kicked off my shoes, shimmied out of my leggings, and tossed my sweater over my head. I took a moment to decide which of the two queen beds to sleep on, before flopping onto the one closest tothedoor.
Pale moonlight shone in through the window, just enough to vaguely make out the shape of the furniture. This room was almost as big as the common area. There was a big screen television mounted on the wall along with a living room set, complete with coffee table, sofa, and two armchairs. The standard work desk was massive, a dark mahogany, and came with a leather computer chair that wouldn't have been out of place in a CEOsoffice.
I'd known rock stars lived large, but sometimes I was taken aback by just how much money the label spent onDarkestDays.
Twenty minutes later, I was still half-awake. With the pounding bass vibrating the floorboards and raucous laughter seeping through the door, I wasn't going to find an easysleep.
I must have closed my eyes at some point. I was lifted out of a light doze, half-awake and half-asleep, by a rustling sound. Brain still fogged, I rubbed at my eyes to rouse myself. The room was dark. The rustling sounds increased. I clicked on the bedside light switch, my eyes squeezing shutreflexively.
"Oh. Hey.Sorry."
I recognized August's low tones. Blinking my eyes open slowly, I started to tell him it was okay, assuming he'd come to get me for some reason, not realizing I wasasleep.
August's chestwasbare.
His leather pants were halfunzipped.
My eyes feasted on thesight.
The broad shoulders curving into strong upper arms made me ache to reach out. The peaks and valleys of his toned torso begged to be explored. A series of indistinct tattoos covered his forearms, urging me to run my fingersoverthem.
His leather pants were unbuttoned, the zipper down. I couldn't help following that tempting V-shape of his lower abs and hips,leadingto…
I realized my mouth was dry, hanging open, gape-jawed as I stared. I snapped my mouth closed, heat flooding mycheeks.
Just as I was staring at him, August was staring at me. I was in my panties and the thin tank top I wore under my over-sized shirt. The hairs on my arms stood on end as I recognized the look in August's eyes. Riveted, as if unable to look away, and full of scorching heat. I'd seen him look at me like this a few times before, but never with this intensity. Never with this muchfervor.
"Sorry Iwokeyou."
The taut muscles of his chest flexed as he moved to zip his pants. Disappointment welled up in my chest as the delicious V wascoveredup.
