“But it’s okay to talk about it with Effa… not me? Youreallydon’t see the issue?”
“For fuck’s sake. I have no chemistry with Effa, no connection. With her, it’s just friends talking. With you, we’remorethan friends, and I don’t want to hurt you by telling you about how fucked up I really am!”
I stand, staring him down in disbelief. “You’re supposed to trustme,Danger. If you like me, then show me by trusting me with your bad as well as your good.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “Am I not enough as I am, Lunar?”
“Of course you are, but you should be able to confide in me too! If you can’t be friends outside the bedroom, what’s the damn point?”
“I can’t hurt you, okay?”
“You won’t. You gotta give me more credit. I lived with fucking bikers.” He growls, his eyes flaring in anger at the reminder.
“You’re so beautiful and perfect. I don’t want to fuck with your head—”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing to me right now?” I challenge, cutting him off.
Turning away from me, he paces the floor, his chest heaving with the tension. “Fine. Just remember, you fucking asked for it. I’m a goddamn mess. I can’t write a love song because all my love was for fucking Ella Slade. No matter what I do, I can’t remove her from my mind when I try to write. There. You fucking happy?”
I slump my shoulders and sigh. “Happy? No. I knew you still loved her. I just didn’t know how much.”
He exhales and shakes his head. “See?Thisis what I didn’t want. It’s Nate. He’s messing with our heads, planting the seeds of doubt, and making me second-guess shit. But if one thing’s clear in my mind right now, Lunar, it’s that you’re the one I want to wake up to every day, and that scares the living fuck out of me.”
I release a drawn-out sigh, my body sagging as he looks into my eyes, pleading with me not to leave. “Are you sure? ’Cause we’ve been together for a week since I left the club, and already things are going pear-shaped. We have a long tour ahead of us.”
He storms up to me, grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to look at him. “Right now, stress is bad, tensions are high. The only thing you need to concern yourself with is the fact that while on this tour, this pussy is mine!” Danger’s hand slips down between my thighs, a growl reverberating through his chest. The vibration travels down his arm, landing straight on my clit where he has a possessive grip on my pussy.
A gasp escapes, and my knees shake. There’s something dangerous about him right now. Instead of scaring me, I’m so fucking turned on that I start to rock against his hand, needing friction to ease the ache.
He leans forward, crashing his lips to mine, powerfully taking what he needs. Lost in the energy charging between us, I don’t realize we’re moving until my back collides with the wall. The firm impact steals my breath for a moment before I nip his bottom lip. My hands pull and fist his shirt as his tongue ring alone works me into a frenzy.
Suddenly, he pulls back, breaking the kiss. I’m breathless, my eyebrows pinched in confusion. I don’t have a chance to question anything as he commands, “On your knees, Lunar.”
Smirking, I kick off my heels and drop, eager to have him in my mouth again. I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, then unbuttons his jeans, as if he has all the time in the world. Saliva pools in my mouth in anticipation, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips when I squeeze my thighs together, desperate for relief.
Desperate for this man.
Danger lets his jeans fall to the floor, his eyes narrowing on me like I’m the prey he’s finally hunted down. He strokes hiscock, licking his lips, and I eagerly open my mouth. “Mmm… someone is impatient.”
I dip my chin as a way of answering, words lost as my gaze lands on the bead of precum forming on the head of his cock. Danger steps closer, swiping his head over my lips, mixing his precum with my saliva. Then, without warning, he slides his length into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat in one go. I wasn’t ready, too distracted, and fight back a gag, choking a little from the sudden movement.
He doesn’t give me any time to recover, threading his fingers into my hair and gripping it. Then, with a firm hold, he fucks my mouth, guiding my mouth up and down his length. His pace is punishing, and when I glance up through my lashes, his face is pinched with tension and his eyes are clenched shut.
This isn’t the Danger I’ve known. His past has come to the surface because I pushed. As much as he didn’t like hearing it, it’s because of my life at the club that I’m able to handle this.
Handle him.
I may not be able to understand what he’s going through, but I can give him this.
I reach up, placing a hand on his thigh to help support me, and with my other hand, I slide it up my body, pinching my nipples and letting out a moan. The vibration causes him to groan, and I watch as his eyes snap open and glance down at me. A flash of confusion flashes over his face, and he immediately lets go of my hair and steps back. His cock slips out of my mouth, and I take a deep breath.
Danger shakes his head, and when his eyes land back on mine, a new fire erupts from the depths of his gaze. It heats me to my core, and I squirm, still needing. He kicks off his jeans, then bends, firmly wrapping his hand around my throat, and lifts, encouraging me to stand. As soon as my feet are flat onthe floor, he backs me against the wall once more. When his lips slam to mine, I immediately melt into him.
This is the Danger I know.
His grip on my throat is possessive, and I fear that it’s not just my pussy he will claim on this tour. My heart races, and all I want to do is fight back.
This moment between us is emotionally charged, a new hunger coming to life. I nip at his lips and wrap my arms around him, my hands threading into his hair and yanking back, exposing his throat to me. I nip and suck over his chin and down his neck. He growls, rocking his cock between my legs, and suddenly, I have too many clothes on. I release my hold, anxious to rid the layers of clothing separating us.
