“Yas is a hard sell because she hates everyone 90% of the day, but she might make an exception for her. What’s her name?”
“Brooke. But if you walk over calling her princess, she’ll let you get first dibs on which hole you want.” Is that rude of me to say? Fuck it, this will be the best night of her life and I’m just helping her get there. “Have fun!”
“Thanks for the tip. I’ll give you one back.” He stands like he’s about to leave, and then bends to whisper into my ear. “Don’t moanSebastian.”
As he stands up straighter, Bash bumps him out of the way without a hint of remorse, and hands me a drink. “Is he bothering you? I can call Sidney and get him put in time out if he is.”
“See what I mean? Prude.”
Levi walks away laughing as Bash meets my gaze questioningly, so I take a deep drink before I have to tell himthe truth.
“Apparently they want to take Brooke to Paris. I was just giving him a tip.”
He was also telling me something I already know. Bash hates his full name, even though I love it. “Thanks for the drink.”
“You’re welcome.” He looks over at his bandmates and chuckles. “Paris, huh? That something you’re interested in, or can I keep you to myself tonight?”
Under any other circumstances, I’d be down. But this band? This man? No way. “I was hoping it would just be us. Somewhere quieter, maybe?”
His orange eyes drop to my lips as he licks his. “Yeah, I have a room here tonight. Come on.”
He gets to his feet and interlocks his fingers with mine, and it surprises me. Horny rockstars don’t seem like the romantic types, especially ones who send their handlers to pick women up for them. But Bash seems like he’s exactly who I knew he’d be, a soft-hearted man in a rough exterior, just like he’s always been.
“Have you been here before? This house is beautiful.”
“Yeah, it’s nice. Michelle has live-in cleaners and shit, so it’s alwaysspotless, too. Until we’re here, anyway.” We make our way up a windy staircase filled with photos of his producer and other celebrities, Bash taking his time pointing out fellow metalcore artists before he makes it to his picture near the top. He looks like he isn’t even twenty in the photo, his dark hair long enough to cover his eyes completely, and his nails are painted black. “I was an emo little bastard.”
“Weren’t we all? You were cute, though. Always have been.” This is it, Alaina. Just tell him.
“I’m sure you were, too.” He tugs me down a hallway to his room, and then takes a huge drink from his cup. “Are you nervous?”
Setting the cup aside, he closes the distance between us and drops his hand to my hips, making me even more nervous than I already was.
It’s probably wrong to sleep with him when he doesn’t know who I really am, right? That seems shady. I should tell him.
But as he steps a little closer and grips a little tighter, I realize he doesn’t want to know who I am. Not right now, anyway. He’s not asking, not even trying to make small talk now that we’re alone.
The wall only cracks a little.
“Why would I be nervous?” I ask, rocking up on my toes as I grip his chin. “You’re not so scary.”
“No? Prove it.”
He grips under my thighs to lift me up, and everything else fades. I can tell him after, or tomorrow at the meet and greet dinner. For right now, I want to enjoy this. For now, I want to pretend.
Kissing him fiercely, I tangle my hand in his hair and tug. His grunt travels straight down to my clit as he turns to carry me to the bed, and when we collapse onto it, his mouth becomes feverish.
His hands are rough as they squeeze my skin, broad and strong. Fuck, he tastes like sin. Sucking his tongue, I slip my hands down to undo his belt, fumbling a little more than usual.
He may not know, but I do. This might be the only man on earth who actually deserves what he’s about to get.
Thanks to Brooke’s warning, I’m not surprised by the piercing when I pull him out — but I am intimidated. Fuck, everything about this man is incredible.
“Alaina,” he breathes, leaning in to bite my jaw as his cock pulses. “Your hands are so soft.”
Sitting up, he lets me get a good look at it while I stroke him, and I don’t know if it was the way he said my name or the thousand thoughts and emotions making me fuzzy, but suddenly, I’m desperate. Wiggling out from between his legs, I flip over and spit on that gorgeous cock before sliding entirely too much of it into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, petting my face softly before his fingers slot in my hair and tug. “You almost got all of me. Can you take more?”
