“Do you like a little pain, Ava?” I purred low. She trembled beneath me as I kept pressing on the mark.
“I don’t know,” she said shakily and I hummed in her ear, making her shudder and squirm underneath me. My cock was still out, still hard and leaking precum from the tip as it sat heavily on her leg.
“Do you? Like pain, I mean,” she said gulping.
“A little pain can make the pleasure better. Could make youtremble.” I stroked her hair and bore down harder on the bite. Her legs spread in an invitation, even as she winced. Her hands went up to grip my shirt tightly. Her body was telling me it was willing.
“What I’d really like is to hear you scream,” I said into her ear. She sucked in a sharp breath, her heart hammering in her chest. I pulled back and looked down at her. Ava was biting her lip—anticipating, hoping, wanting.
Fuck, she was ready. I needed to get to the water and fuck her in a way no other thing could.
“Come on,” I said in a rush, fumbling around the tent until I found the swimming suits I’d thrown in here earlier this morning.
“What?” She asked in confusion, sitting up.
“The water. I’d like to fuck you there,” I said, laying down to slide off my pants and tug up my swim shorts. Her eyes zeroed in on my bobbing erection. When her tongue darted over her lips I nearly changed my mind, wanting her sensuous mouth around me. That wouldn’t relieve this need to mate though. The instinct was a painful feeling in my gut, a demanding bastard.
“Wait,” she said, her eyes furrowing as I got my shorts all the way up. She reached out and tugged one side of them down.
Shit.
“Is that my name?” She asked, eyeing the tattoo on my hip. I swallowed, tugging the material back over the tattoo. I started to leave the tent, nerves squirming in my stomach. Was she going to freak out?
“Caspian?”
“Get dressed,” I said, standing outside. She huffed in frustration but I heard her changing.
11
“Ava!” I heard a chorus of male voices call out as Caspian tugged me from the tent. His grip tightened on my hand as I looked up in surprise to see a huge tour bus with Nix written on the side in big letters. The entire band came trotting towards us with excited smiles all aimed at me.
The last time I saw these guys all together, they looked like they couldn’t stand me. Now they appeared jubilant and it freaked me out. They all hurried across the street while Caspian groaned.
“Ignore them,” he griped, attempting to pull me in the direction of the hiking trail. I didn’t budge. I wanted to know what was happening. Brandon led the pack, three men behind him, all equally throwing off their rockstar vibes. Tight pants, tattoos, lots of confidence. Brandon even had neck tattoos, a rose in the center of his throat that sprawled across the side of his neck.
When they finally made it to us, they immediately invaded my space. Brandon wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me into their group where I felt like a bug being pinned down to observe. Being suddenly surrounded by four cocky rockstars in the middle of the forest was making my head spin.
“Uh, hi?” I said and they all laughed like it was the funniest thing ever. Caspian stood there looking angry,reallyangry. It made me feel off-balance since I’d never seen him truly angry before. With no previous experience with his anger, I had no idea what to expect. My mind drifted back to him standing above a frightened Brandon, who was still sporting a nasty bruise on his face that looked even worse today.
“We would love to hang out with you today. Get to know the girl Caspian won’t stop talking about,” Brandon said.
“What?” I choked out, confused. Caspian talked about me? Caspian was looking right at me now, a blank look on his face as he observed—waiting for a response. My eyes widened. Was he checking my reaction because it was the truth?
What did that mean? Could he possibly like me? Had all the teasing actually been honest flirting? Plus, just a minute ago I realized he had mynametattooed on his hip. It was such a wild thing I had no idea what to think of it.
I felt my face blossom in heat at the idea of him pining for me. Of him possibly so interested in me he secretly tattooed my name on him. I mean, what the hell? But also,oh my God. Could someone squeal and look confused at the same time?
Some tension leaked from Caspian’s body and the tiniest little smirk lifted on the left side of his mouth as he watched my embarrassed reaction.
“Sorry, we were just heading out,” Caspian said to the band, flashing them a friendly smile that didn’t match the previous anger I‘d witnessed. Brandon started to walk, pulling me along with him as the other band members swaggered beside us. I felt overwhelmed and confused, my thoughts spinning.
Caspian was acting odd, his actions swinging back and forth in opposite directions. It made me question his thoughts and actions. What was the truth? Was he just pretending to be friendly? I’d always imagined him the epitome of charm but had I been wrong? Was that just a surface layer?
I closed my eyes and tried to clear my thoughts but his bandmates were still talking—asking where we were going, insisting they come along.
“The camera is coming too,” Brandon said and my eyes flipped up. I looked at the mohawked Brandon in confusion. He had taken to combing it back flat against his head while here, unlike the gelled monstrosity of height he'd had at their show.
“Camera?” I asked. The entire band laughed again and I frowned. Then they were off, leaving us behind as they raced across the street towards their camp to get changed.
