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“You’re all good company.” Mish leaned back and closed her eyes. Friendship and trust. Then fucking. That was a reasonable plan. Zavier tended to see through all the bullshit.
“You like David,” she murmured, knowing Zavier would hear and answer.
“Yes, I do,” he said. “More importantly, you do. And you aren’t a fool, Mish Sullivan.”
She huffed, then lapsed into silence, enjoying the warmth of Zavier’s legs and the murmur of conversation that ebbed and flowed around her.
They pulled into the hotel fairly late, but this one was used to hosting stars, from rock to sports. Everything went smoothly in terms of getting their rooms and unloading their personal items. Marcella was there, talking quietly to the night manager, David by her side. He glanced up at Mish and held her gaze for a long moment before that dropped away and he addressed both managers, all business again.
God, he was stunning. She watched his proud back as he followed the hotel manager and Marcella into the lobby.
Zavier bumped her from behind. “Come on, princess. Let’s go to our rooms.”
She snorted. “I’m not your fucking princess either, Zavier.”
“Mmm. So very true. But the sooner you’re tucked in, the sooner your handsome prince can come a-knocking.” He had his devilish grin on, but the giddy nature of his voice belied how tired he must be.
Ray grabbed his arm and tugged. “Hey,yourhandsome prince wants to go to bed. Shall we?”
Zavier turned that sly smile onto his husband. “Yes, by all means, let’sgo to bed.” The way he said it made Ray blush. Perhaps Zavier wasn’tthattired after all.
She shook her head and followed Ray and Zavier through the sliding glass doors.
Chapter Eleven
The hotel was secure, thank god. David’s nerves settled down to something near normal. After talking to Marcella on the bus, he’d spent the rest of the time worrying that if,if, he chose to go off with Mish, he’d be leaving the rest of the band unprotected, even though he’d be sleeping, too.
Didn’t matter where he slept, in reality, but a part of his brain was already thinking about setting up shifts to sit in the hall and working on that with the hotel security.
However, Twisted Wishes wasn’t the first well-known group to come through this location. They were hardly the most famous. There was an entire floor of the hotel that was locked out to the rest of the guests. And honestly, at the costper nightfor these rooms, he doubted any of this hotel’s guests would be crass enough to venture up to catch a peek at Twisted Wishes, not when they could pay for a fan encounter or just call up Marcella if they were well-known enough. There’d been a few famous folks who’d done that in the past.
They shouldn’t have any issues. The night manager seemed a competent, thoughtful, no-nonsense woman. She’d answered all of his and Marcella’s questions, and everything had gone smoothly.
So yes, his nerves were settled. Right up until the moment fucking Ray Van Zeller winked at him, as if he knew what the hell was going down. Or might go down. The band was tight-knit indeed. Theywerelike a family, and they’d tacitly invited David into that little world. He didn’t know if he could belong or wanted to. He’d been on his own for so long.
Whatever was between him and Mish, they needed to sort some of that out tonight, before tomorrow brought a host of emails and speculation about the stalker none of them wanted to think about.
Before he’d headed to the crew bus with a stack of keycards, Mish had caught his hand with hers, pulled him close, and whispered, “Please come to me tonight.”
It had happened so fast. If anyone had blinked, they would have missed the slide of their bodies, and that second of intimate connection. Thepleasehad destroyed him, as had the lust in her breathless whisper.
Now, after stowing his gear in the room assigned to him, he stood at the door of Mish’s room. David took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
A few heartbeats later, the door opened, and Mish stood there dressed in a T-shirt that didn’t cover her bright pink lace panties. Fucking hell,thatwas a look. All that leg. The curve of her body. The V the lace traced from her hip straight to her mound.
He didn’t even have time to croak out a hello before she beckoned him in with a crooked finger and a wicked smile, like something out of averyhot porno, and yeah, his body and mind responded the same way. Dry mouth, hard cock.
He stepped inside her room, the door swung closed, and he was pressed up against the unyielding wall. Mish’s lips devoured his in a bruising hot kiss. He kissed her back, and he let his bag fall to the floor so he could grab her ass and pull her closer.
She moaned into his mouth, or maybe he moaned into hers. Couldn’t tell. God, he wanted more of her grinding against him.
They were doing this. No shame, no worries—only a sense that this moment was right and wonderful.
She broke the kiss. “I was worried you wouldn’t come.”
He couldn’t help the deep chuckle. “I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about that.” He slid his hands up her sides, grazing his thumbs against her breasts—no bra under the T-shirt.
She shivered at his touch, and her laugh was light. “Oh, fuck you.”
