Biting my lip as my fingers found my clit, swollen and needy. I knew I’d find my slit wet and slick. It had been that way since Damien had ensnared me within his grasp.
Moaning as I found my rhythm, I spread my thighs wider to give myself more room. Leaning my back against the wall of the shower, I pulled my foot up on the edge of the tub and nearly finished as soon as I pushed two fingers into my core.
The stream from the water hit my sensitive skin like needles as I bucked against my hand.
Pleasure surged through my body as my breathing grew ragged and I tightened around my fingers.
The last thing I saw before I came apart, was a pair of icy blue eyes and a devilish smirk.
Chapter Three
Damien
Iwoke slowly to the sound of another grown man snoring.
Groaning loudly, I pulled my pillow over my ears, trying to drown out Hudson’s blatant bragging about his being asleep while I tossed and turned.
My bunk vibrated as the bus rumbled down the road. Normally the motion soothed me. Today it irritated me.
It had only been about two weeks since we’d played in Charleston. This leg of the tour focused on the eastern side of the country and we were on our way to Columbia, South Carolina. An overnight drive from Pittsburg, PA.
Lucky for us, our tour bus had everything we needed. A shower, a place to sit and eat, and an area in the back where we would pull out the instruments and have an impromptu jam session when we needed a moment to breathe.
My bunk was the only area on the bus that was truly my own, and even though I couldn’t stretch out completely without my head hitting the wall, it felt like my home away from home. That’s how it was when you were six foot three.
But the curtains were far from soundproof, and I swear Hudson wanted to test my patience as his snores grew louder.
The six bunks were in the middle of the bus, with three on either side stacked on top of each other. Even though Hudson’s bunk was on the opposite side of mine, it was still within arm’s reach.
Slamming my eyes shut, I tried to fall back into dreamland.
To no avail.
I growled, frustrated with myself. I wanted the sleep,neededthe sleep. But lately, I got less and less.
I grabbed my phone from under my pillow, squinting as my irises adjusted to the sudden onslaught of light.
A dozen or so notifications popped up on my screen. Most were from our social media accounts relaying comments from fans. I always made it a point to respond to anyone who reached out. It was important they knew how much we appreciated their support. How muchIappreciated their support.
We wouldn’t be here without them.
I clicked on the text notification, surprised to see a message from Jodie.
Jodie was the nurse hired to take care of my sister. My stomach jumped into my throat.
Jodie
I’m taking Violet to the ER. She’s having some trouble breathing.
It took all of my restraint to keep from bolting out of my bunk. Steadying my shaking hand, I skipped texting back and immediately called her.
Jodie picked up on the second ring.“Hey, Damien. I’m sorry to bother you so early.”
“It’s fine. Don’t ever feel like you can’t call me. How’s Violetdoing?”
“I’ll be honest. It’s not looking good. The doctors think the cancer is back.”
Words caught in my throat. My vision blurred as I thought about losing another person I loved.
