“Go,” I told him regretfully, pushing his shoulder with my toe. “I’ll wait.” I dragged the sheets back over me, just in case it was Tom or someone equally undesirable at the door.
He grumbled and pouted, crossing over to the door without even bothering to put anything more than his boxer shorts on. Jerking it open, he scowled at whoever was knocking.
“I hate you,” he announced, telling me it was one of his bandmates. Then he gave a grunt of surprise and yelled a protest as he was yanked out into the corridor.
Quick as lightning, Grayson swapped places with Rhett, slamming the door shut in his face and flipping the lock.
“Good morning, Gray,” I snickered as Rhett pounded on the door and demanded to be let back in.
The big man just smirked and jumped onto the bed, crushing me into the mattress as he kissed me stupid and left me breathless. “Good morning, Prickles,” he rumbled in thesexiestfucking voice. Crap, as if I wasn’t already turned on enough.
“I swear to fuck, Grayson, I’m going to…” Rhett’s threats were muffled, but the intensity was clear as day.
Grayson rolled his eyes and climbed off the bed again, casting a lingering look at me before unlocking the door once more and throwing it open. “We’re late for soundcheck, Silver. Move your ass.”
Rhett threw a halfhearted fist at Grayson’s torso as he passed, but Gray dodged it with ease, chuckling. Scowling, Rhett slammed the door shut again, shutting Grayson out, but the big guy shouted another reminder that they were late.
“You better go,” I told him with a smile. “I think Grayson will wait there until you come out.”
Rhett just shrugged and yanked the sheet off me once more. “Tough. He can fucking well wait. I’m not leaving my girl high and dry when I woke up to the best blow job of my life.”
“Trust me, Rhett,” I gasped as his mouth found my pussy once more, “there’s nothing dry about it.”
Knowing we were short on time, he didn’t waste one second, his tongue firm and consistent as it flicked over my clit before he sucked my sensitive flesh into his mouth and rolled the small nub around, sending me half off the bed. My cry was loud, and once again, I imagined Grayson on the other side of the door, listening to his bandmate tongue-fucking me.
Just the thought was enough to send the spiraling pleasure that had been building over the top, and I cried out Rhett’s name, my hands gripping in his hair as I thrust against his mouth. He was relentless, not easing up on devouring me until I was completely destroyed.
“Fuck me,” I breathed.
Rhett lifted his head, his grin lopsided, before he dragged himself up the bed to give me a long, lingering kiss. I could taste myself, and goddamn, it made me want to disappear with him under the sheets and not leave for five hours. “If I had the time,” he murmured, pulling his head back, “I’d fuck you until you couldn’t remember his name.”
I blinked. “My name, right?”
Rhett’s grin grew larger. “Both.”
My gaze darted to the door then, and Rhett laughed before he rolled off the bed and, with a wink, ducked into the bathroom. He emerged ten minutes later, looking refreshed. He was still naked, and I tried not to drool as he strolled into the dressing room. He was a work of art, from the tatts to the piercings, and I tried not to mourn the fact that this morning might be the last time I’d ever run my hands… and tongue over all of that delicious man.
His life was worth more than my pleasure—more than the future I could see here because if I got these guys killed, then I’d die as well.
I just had to make sure he didn’t see the goodbye in my eyes.
“Okay, Thorn. I’ve got to get to soundcheck, but I’ll check on all the security outside before I leave.”
He kissed me once more, and the minty flavor was nice, but it wasn’t quite as good as before. “I promise to just stay here in the hotel,” I told him. “Unless you want me at soundcheck?”
Pulling himself away, he shook his head. “Stay here. You’ll be at the concert tonight because we’ll need the extra security there. For now, order some room service, relax, and I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Have fun,” I said before I snuggled back into the bed. Rhett hesitated for a beat, and it almost looked as if he wasn’t going to leave before he shook his head and all but sprinted to the door.
“See you in a few hours,” he called back.
When the door closed behind him, I was fairly sure I caught a glimpse of Grayson and Jace, but it might have also been my imagination. An imagination that would explode at the thought of both of them listening at the door as Rhett ate my pussy like it was his last damn meal.
Was there something wrong with me that I could imagine myself with all three men? I mean, Jace fucking hated me, and I wasn’t too fond of his stubborn ass these days, but our attraction had been explosive when we were younger. To the point that we’d almost been expelled from school many times after getting caught in compromising situations. If Jace’s family hadn’t been friends with our principal, we definitely would have.
Or maybe that’d been the Ricci family, since Angelo always protected us too. Probably why I was falling back into old habits of thinking he would continue to protect me now. We’d been kids back then, and now we were all very different adults. Escaping into the past was no longer an option, and with an uncertain future, I wondered when my next moment of happiness even would be.
Feeling rather depressed, I dragged my ass out of bed and headed into the bathroom. Steam still filled the air from Rhett’s quick shower before, and I wished he was here. It was easier that he wasn’t, though, because if anyone could convince me not to run and take my chances on the streets, it was that clever-tongued guitarist. Knowing I was going to hurt him was killing me.
