Part of me thinks he’s trying to milk his injuries for what they’re worth, but I can’t really blame him. He almost died and saved my life. He also saved Niki and Kacie. I don’t want to inflate his ego by telling him how much of a hero he is, but I’ll let him pout for a few more days before I start calling him a whiney baby.
It’s the least I can do.
Sebastian offers to put me up in another hotel, but I politely decline. I don’t want to stay alone anytime soon. If Niki needs help with the baby or, godforbid, more hellbeasts attack, I’d rather be nearby. But considering there’s a gaping hole in the side of Niki and Sebastian’s tour bus, and shattered glass embedded into the sofa, sleeping there isn’t an option.
Tobias and Emrys offer me their couch for the first few days—it’s not like I have any other options—but the thought of asking to stay longterm turns my stomach. Not only do I not want to impose, but the idea of being trapped in close quarters with Tobias every day for the foreseeable future gives me butterflies.
I still have no idea what’s going on between us.
We’ve napped together, sure, but we’ve hardly spoken since we arrived in Iowa. He hasn’t even tried to cop a feel or kiss me, which confuses me more than if he had. The constant tension between us makes any space we’re in feel small, and I don’t know how much longer I can go before I snap and do something stupid, like ask him to bend me over every surface in the bus and fuck me until I can’t walk straight.
I’m sitting on the couch in his tour bus, laptop open on my lap, when he walks in and takes a seat across from me. I’ve been staring at the screen so long that my eyes are glazing over, but I still have a long way to go to catch up on all my work.
When Tobias doesn’t say anything, I drag my eyes away from the screen to find him staring at me. He’s wearing pajama pants and a T-shirt, his hair damp from a shower.
“Can I help you?” I ask, forcing my eyes back to the screen.
The demon is so sexy that I might start drooling if I look at him for too long, and I can’t afford that kind of embarrassment. Or distraction.
“Sebastian told me you don’t want to stay in a hotel,” he says, shifting in his seat. The movement grabs my attention, and my eyes are on him again before I can stop them.
Shit.
“Are you asking me to leave?” I cock an eyebrow at him. “All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll be?—”
“No.” There’s an edge to his voice as he cuts me off. “You don’t have to leave. In fact, you can stay as long as you want.”
Heat creeps into my cheeks at the thought of living with Tobias and Emrys on their tour bus, being trapped in close proximity with this demon day to day.
Working my jaw, I close my laptop and set it aside, folding my hands in my lap. “Do you want me to stay?”
“Do you think I’d be wasting my time asking if I didn’t?”
“Maybe.” I shrug, fighting the prickle of annoyance starting under my skin. If there’s one thing this demon does better than play the drums, it’s push my buttons. “You do like wasting mine.”
He scoffs and shakes his head. “You and that bratty fucking mouth…”
“You enjoy it,” I tease, flashing him a grin. “Don’t pretend it doesn’t get your cock hard.”
Something wicked shifts behind his eyes, making my stomach pitch, and he’s on his feet in a swift motion. Hestalks across the space slowly, his eyes locked on me like a predator stalking his prey.
I suck in a sharp breath as he stops right in front of me, his crotch nearly eye-level with my face.
“What did you say about my hard cock?” he asks, smirking down at me. “You said you enjoy it?”
Heat sinks straight through me, pooling between my thighs, and my thoughts scramble.
“It was adequate,” I say, knowing damn well it was the best dick of my life. “No complaints.”
The wicked look on his face turns sinister. I know I’m dancing on thin ice, but I can’t help it. Taunting this demon is thrilling, and the need building in me begs me to tempt him even more.
“How about I show you how adequately it fits down your throat?” he asks, canting his head to the side. “Let’s see how bratty you are then.”
My eyes flick from the bulge in his pants to the bedroom door, which is gaping open. Surely he isn’t going to fuck me with an audience.
“He’s not here,” Tobias says, catching my attention.
My brows furrow. “When did he?—”
