He shook his head, no, and dropped his mouth to the bare stretch of her neck as she created a new contact for herself in his address book. “Tonight was all about you.”
“Really?”
“Call me old-fashioned.”
“I’ll call you a masochist, because there’s never a time I’ll voluntarily go without an orgasm.”
He grunted at the unexpected pleasure that little admission gave him. For all her worry about being a good girl, doing the right thing…for all the ways that Track had messed with her head, she still had the autonomy to say, “I want my pleasure”. Good for her.
Plus, hot as fucking anything. He kissed her hard and fast, then tugged her hair as he pressed his forehead against hers. “Every single time. You use me and abuse me until you come as often as you want. Got it?”
She beamed at him. Jesus. He wanted to carry her away from this tour as fast and as far as he could go, but she had people relying on her. So he’d do second best and build a wall around her. Let her ride the roller coaster a little more easy because he’d be able to give her this.
“Dirty Liana is in your phone as Sweet Tits.”
“You nicknamed yourself Sweet Tits.”
“Can you think of something better?”
“It’s perfect.” Another kiss, then it really was past time to be getting back.
He cracked the door open and shot a quick look down the hallway, listening as much as he was watching. Nobody. He took her hand and squeezed her fingers as they headed back to the main corridor. That, too, was empty, save for the guard who’d put his phone away. Dean waited until the guy did a slow turn around to look out the door, and he tugged Liana into the open, as if they’d just come out of the after party.
Dropping her hand was surprisingly hard, but the lazy, satisfied smile she shot him made up for it.
Before he could dwell any longer on what they’d just done, his phone vibrated with a text message. He pulled it out as they walked past the security guard.Matt.It was the middle of the night. Matt was either drunk-dialling or something had happened.
“I need to check my messages,” he said quietly as they crossed the parking lot. “Maybe make a phone call.”
“Everything okay?”
“I’m sure. It’s one of my brothers. Odds are good he’s just out partying.”
She tilted her head to the side. “The one who’s going overseas?”
“No, Matt, the next oldest. I’m sure it’s nothing.”
Behind them, the arena door creaked open and a wave of people spilled out. They weren’t alone anymore.
He glanced back down at her. She was looking at the ground now, and he wanted to lift her chin and kiss her mouth, soft and sweet. So he lowered his voice instead and made his words warm, just for her. “No, go on in. Get a head start on those sweet dreams. I’ll be there in a minute.”
After she disappeared onto the bus, he turned his attention to his phone.
Quick question, Matt’s text started.How long are you away? Any chance I could use your place next weekend?
Dean scowled. Despite the late hour, he stabbed his thumb at the screen and dialled his brother, who answered right away, his voice bright and beer-happy against a background of bar sounds. “Dean!”
“No, you can’t use my place. You have a perfectly good apartment.”
“My landlord doesn’t want me throwing any more parties.”
“And you thought I would?”
“Well, I wasn’t going to tell you about the party. I was hoping you’d just text back a happy-go-luckyyes.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” Dean said, rolling his eyes.
“No kidding.” Matt didn’t sound upset. “So how’s it going? Hook up with any groupies yet?”
