Chapter Eighteen
RYAN
We’re at the after-party with our opening band. For this tour, they’re a young bunch of grunge guys. Nice enough, but they’re not as cool as Luminous from Australia. Those chicks were so much fun. But these guys still know how to have a good time, and their sound is great. They’re a good fit for us, and they’re pretty rounded guys as well. They’re over by the bar ordering drinks while Nate dances with Ava, the flight attendant, on the dance floor. Matt is busy on his cell, and Lunar and Danger sit cozied up in their own little world opposite Tillie and me in the booth.
I look to Tillie, who seems a little preoccupied. She keeps checking her cell like she’s watching something, and it’s a little concerning.
“Hey, you all right?” I ask, reaching out and gently grabbing her wrist. She looks up at me with a sincere smile and nods, putting her cell down.
“Shit. Yes. Sorry.” She sighs and winces. “There’s probably something I should tell you.”
I sit up taller as she links her fingers with mine, and I nod, giving her the all-clear to talk to me.
“So, when I did the live feed tonight, there was a creeper on there saying she was in love with you, that you were already in love with her, and your bodies were going to entangle in all sorts of strange ways… that kind of stuff. I ended the feed before she got too carried away.”
I pull my eyebrows together in slight shock. Usually, that kind of talk is reserved for the twins, definitelyalwaysfor Danger, but hardly ever for me.
“Wow! Are you sure she meant me?”
She nods. “She said your name… quite a few times.”
“Ha, cool.”
She furrows her brows and purses her lips. “Cool?” She tilts her head like she’s confused.
“I’ve never been the one to have fangirls, but it’s nothing new for bands to havethosekinds of fans. Danger and the twins have that sort of shit happen all the time, maybe not to that kind of extreme, but it’s all part and parcel of this gig. Just typically, the whack jobs go for the lead singers.”
She hums and slumps into the booth like she’s surprised by my blasé attitude, but really, I’m not worried, and she shouldn’t be either. These girls are all talk. They love us behind their keyboards and say creepy things, but that’s all it is. They would never do anything in real life, and if they did, the most they would do is lunge at us for a hug. They’re mostly harmless kids. They are the hardcore fans we should appreciate, not be scared of them.
“So, you’re not worried?” she asks.
“No, it’s nothing to be concerned about. Trust me, this is completely normal. She’s just a super fan. Actually, it’s kinda cool.”
She nods and tightens her hand in mine, then leans in, pressing her lips to me tenderly. My lips tingle at her touch, and I love the electricity I feel when we’re together. It never fails, but I pull back and look her in the eyes. “Wanna ditch this place and go back to the hotel?”
She smiles brightly and nods. “Hell yeah.”
After letting Danger know we’re headed out, one of the security guys walks us to the Hummer, and the entire way to the hotel, the sexual tension between Tillie and me rises.
I run my fingers up and down her thigh, each time going higher, pushing up the hem of her skirt with each pass. Shesquirms, and I can’t help but smirk. Tillie’s body is in tune with mine, and tonight, I want to play it like it’s my own instrument.
We pull up at the hotel, and I link my hand in hers as we step out. I don’t miss how on alert Tillie goes, scanning the lobby, her spine rigid. I know she’s worried about the possibility of there being a crazy fan, but I’m not, and that’s not where I want her mind to be. By the time I am done with her tonight, I’m going to be her only thought.
As we get to the elevator, it seems we won’t be alone. An older couple steps in just as the doors are about to close, and I have to swallow the growl of frustration. I tug Tillie to stand in front of me, her ass brushing against my cock, bringing it to attention. Unable to resist, I pull her against me and subtly grind into her. She gasps, and I quickly lean forward, biting her ear, noticing they are on the floor below us when he hits the button, meaning my aching hard-on will have to wait. But if I have to suffer, so does Tillie.
I trail my lips down her neck and grip her hips in a bruising hold as I shift behind her, letting my cock nestle between her ass cheeks.
“Ryan…” My name is meant to be a warning, but it comes out breathy, and I smirk, knowing she’s just as worked up as I am.
The elevator dings, and the couple steps out, muttering a tired “Night,” as they go. The doors slide shut, and it’s just us.
Silence, tension, and need flood the space. No sooner do the doors close, I swipe my keycard, hit 'P,' and before the floor number even flashes, I’ve got Tillie bent over, my body pressed to hers, grinding against her ass like I’m starving for her.
“I need to be deep inside you, Tillie,” I growl, my voice rough, low. My hand snaps across her ass, the sound echoing in the small space. Then I spin her to face me, dragging her close until our breath collides.
This woman makes me lose control.
Turns me into a fucking teenager who can’t think past how she feels in my hands.
