I laugh, shaking my head.
Ehh, it’s no worse than drinking, especially because weed is legal in Colorado.
Our parents might be a mess, but one thing we never had to question was how much they loved us.
I really miss my family.
“Holy shit, we found Damian.” A chick stumbles out onto the darkened balcony and jabs her beer bottle at my chest.
“We did,” her friend says, giggling as she comes to a stop in front of me. It blocks me against the wall, and I frown. “Wow, it’s crazy how much you look like your mom. She’s my idol. I love her.”
All of that is fine.
I’m used to hearing how much I take after my mom, but I slam my head back against the brick as the woman grabs the bottom of my hair, twisting it between her fingers.
I’m sure anyone else would roll with the punches. It’s not like she grabbed my dick, but annoyance still burns under my skin.
I wouldnevertouch a woman’s hair without permission, and I can’t tell if this shit happens to me because my parents are famous or if I have bad luck with touchy-feely people.
I’ve considered cutting it to discourage this type of thing, but I love my hair.
And also…fuck people.
I twist around the woman in front of me and make it to the table, dropping the blunt into a random can of Dr Pepper.
“If you’ll excuse me, ladies, I need to find my girlfriend before she gets scooped up by another rock star.” I shake the can around to make sure there’s enough liquid to put it out, eyeingthe door and wondering how complicated it’s going to be to make my escape.
“Hey, handsome. I’ve been looking for you,” Cove says, coming to a stop in the doorway.
The women spin around, and I use it as my opportunity to sneak by without being touched.
I don’t know how she knows when I need saving, but I’m really fucking grateful she does.
Sometimes I wonder if the label books the entire floor under us or maybe the hotel blocks it off to avoid complaints. The music is loud, and the people are louder, but I’m doing an excellent job of tuning it out.
Cove started sitting across my lap. At some point during our make-out session, she moved to face me, and my hands landed on her ass. I have to continually remind myself that there is a room full of people, and she’s in a dress. I don’t want to accidentally flash them her ass.
Her fingertips dig into my jaw, and she whimpers against my lips as she grinds over my cock.
“Yo, you two might want to take yourselves somewhere with some privacy. Declan just snatched a chick’s phone because she was trying to take pictures of the two of you,” Creed says, popping up at the edge of our chair.
Part of me doesn’t care. I’m proud to call Cove mine. I also know industry policy is to keep all relationships on the down-low to keep up the facade that any lucky fan could land one of us.
“Wanna get out of here?” I ask against Cove’s lips.
She nods. “Yes.”
I didn’t realize what a sensual experience undressing could be. Not until I lost the ability to focus on anything outside of Cove’s face as she peels me out of my clothing.
She must have taken Declan’s advice about kissing. The top of her head comes up to my shoulder, but she bends, flicking her tongue over my nipple as she tosses my shirt aside.
It makes my knot pulse.
I didn’t even know my nipples could be an erogenous zone.
She stretches up, and I wrap my hand in her hair, capturing her swollen lips. I’ve gained a new respect for making out. I love the little moans and whimpers she releases as we kiss. Not to mention the grinding she did while we were in the chair.
No one else in the room mattered. It was only me and her, which is quite similar to how I feel now.
