Page 128 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
“Fuck.” He groans into my mouth, and I feel his lips curve upward before he speaks again. “You’re playing with fire, baby.”
Now it’s my turn to smirk. “Who doesn’t want to be a fire master?”
He laughs and presses one last kiss to my lips before taking my hand and nodding toward the dressing rooms. With each step, I work to calm my racing heart. The decision has been made even before we’re stopping at the girls’ door, and when I turn to him, I let the words loose before I can second-guess them.
“I want to come to your suite tonight.”
The fire that ignites in his eyes makes my breath hitch.
“You cashin’ in on your one time?”
I swallow and nod before forcing myself to answer. “Yes. I am.”
His eyes bounce between mine, the air thickening around us the longer we stare at one another. I wet my lips. My inhales and exhales are shaky as I wait for him to speak. Nerves claw up my throat. Irrationally, I start to worry he’ll turn me down. That it was a test ofloyalty, and I failed. Why would Torren want to be in a relationship with someone who wants to sleep with his best friend? Tattoo or not, song or not, my curiosity might have just reduced his interest in me to rubble.
Finally, his lips curl into a slow, sinful smile, and the tension that had been gathering in my shoulders lessens.
“Whenever you’re ready, we’ll be waiting.”
Torren kisses me once more, heated and sensual, but over too soon, and then he turns and walks to his own dressing room. My whole body is flushed. My heart is still beating rapidly. I don’t want to have to interact with Sav and Mabel. My luck, they’ll be able to tell thatsomethingis up. I don’t want to have that conversation. I don’t want to haveanyconversations. So I turn to Craig and ask him quietly to take me back to the hotel.
He drives me back in silence and lets me into the suite I’m sharing with Mabel, Sav, and Levi. With a nod of thanks, I head straight to my room, strip out of my clothes, and take a long shower. I scrub every inch of my body. I shave. I groom. I scrub again. The whole time, I try like hell to calm myself down. I can’t, though.
I’m an anxious, excited, horny mess.
Walking to my closet, which is already full of clothes, I flip through the hangers.
“What does one wear to get spit-roasted by two hot rock stars?”
I bark out a laugh at the utter ridiculousness of that statement and cover my face with my hands.
“Oh my god,” I mumble into my palms. “What the hell is happening right now?”
I drop my hands and take a deep breath, then march back into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I furrow my brow and point at my reflection.
“Get it together, James. You’re a mature adult. It’s just a threesome.” I snort out another laugh, then groan. “And now I’m talking to myself.” I take another deep breath and meet my own eyes once more. “Get your shit together.”
I turn and head back to the closet and think rationally. It doesn’t matter what outfit I pick. It won’t be on long. I might as well just head over there in lingerie and a bathrobe. I grab a lacy green set—almosteverything in this closet is either shades of green or black—and then I take my vibrator out of my duffle.
I make myself come quickly to try to relieve some of the sexual tension, but by the time I’m stepping into the lace panties, it’s like the orgasm never happened. My clit is throbbing, and I have to stop myself from rubbing it. My nipples are so hard that when I put on the bra, they’re clearly visible through the thin lace. I take one last look at myself in the mirror, then throw on one of the big, fluffy hotel robes and tiptoe out into the suite.
Luckily, Sav and Mabel aren’t in the main room, but I run right into Craig the moment I step into the hallway.
“Everything okay, Ms. James?”
I flush bright red, and my eyes widen. I’m so embarrassed that I don’t even bother correcting him about not calling me Ms. James. Instead, I clear my throat and force a smile.
“Everything is fine. I, um, I just have to ask Torren a question.”
I must look ridiculous creeping out of the hotel suite in a bathrobe like some naked burglar. The man isn’t stupid. I’m sure he knows I’m not tiptoeing around after midnight toask a question,buthe doesn’t call me out. He just nods, then mercifully trains his gaze on the wall at the end of the hallway before I hurry to Torren’s door. I throw one last look over my shoulder at my security detail before knocking, and the door swings open immediately, revealing Torren on the other side.
He leans his shoulder on the frame and peers down at me, eyes flickering with heat. He’s shirtless, and his hair is wet. He smells clean. Freshly showered. For a moment, I wonder what it would be like to shower with him. He sinks his teeth into the lush curve of his lower lip almost as if he is wondering the same thing. He drops his gaze to my mouth, then to my chest, before bringing his attention back to my face. The way his eyes feel on my skin and the way he’s looking at me like he wants to devour every inch of my body both excites me and makes me acutely aware of my security detail at the end of the hall.
I drop my voice low and flare my eyes in warning.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
He arches a brow. “Like what?”
