My eyes flutter shut.
He tilts my face up by the chin. “Hey.”
“I’m with you.”
Chase groans against my mouth, his jeans caught around his lower legs. “We should go somewhere else. A bed. Somewhere softer—”
“No. Keep going.” I dig my nails into his bare ass and shiver when he moans. The punch-drunk smile on my face grows wings as sweat pours down my neck and he sucks my tongue into his mouth.
Then my smile turns to dust when he changes the angle slightly, stabbing a spot that unravels me instantly. Before I know what hits me, an orgasm tears through my body like a lightning storm. He feels my scream before it leaves my mouth, and his hand flies up to smother it. I bite down, the heady shriek dying against his palm.
Three more punishing thrusts, and he tenses, stills, and releases, shuddering violently, his face tipping back with pleasure through a tapered moan.
Pure bliss.
Blinking lazily in the aftermath, my smile returns. “Mmm.”
Chase takes a second to recover before lowering my leg to the floor. “Jesus…”
“I didn’t realize I was so flexible.”
He presses a kiss to my hairline, then disposes of the condom and drags his jeans up his legs. “Really?” he says, latching his belt buckle. “You gave me a full-on demonstration. Twice.”
“Okay. That’s valid.” I step into my underwear and slide the lace up my thighs, readjusting my skirt into place. “I guess I never realized it would come in handy so soon.”
Chewing on his cheek, he studies me through half-lidded eyes, as if making sure I’m okay. His hair is a chaotic mess, and his neck is glowing with red marks from my fingernails.
We’ve been insatiable.
After every show, I’m hauling him into a bathroom, a storage closet, any shadowed corner we can find. And when we’re back in the hotel, doors locked and time on our side, he slows down. Touches me like I’m fragile glass, even when I’m begging him to unleash.
He zips his jeans and steps closer, his thumb brushing soft over my cheekbone. “You sure you’re good?”
I bite my lip, leaning into his touch. “If I wasn’t good, would I be dragging you into broom closets every night?”
The heaviness leaves his eyes as he smacks me on the butt. “We should get back out there. Limo will be here any minute.”
We shuffle out of the bathroom with flushed cheeks and just-been-fucked hair. Unfortunately, my brother is the first person to spot us.
Tag sniffs, tossing us each a beer. “Shit. There you are. I had no idea where you two went or what you were doing.”
My face flames as I catch the can. “We were arguing.”
“I love arguing.”
Chase shoots me a wink before being summoned by Rock, who is dying to know Chase’s thoughts on whether drinking enough Monster Energy can make you immune to brainwashing.
I traipse over to the couch for my purse, avoiding all eye contact with Tag, and find Kenna deep in conversation with Zach about the cosmic energy of a corpse flower.
A perfect distraction.
“Oh! Annalise. I was just telling Zach how you guys should start a side project called Corpse Flower.”
Zach scrolls through Spotify. “Already taken.”
“Seriously? A metal band, probably. Typical.” She turns to me. “Those flowers actually represent growth and new beginnings. It’s a beautiful thing.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I sip my beer. “Are you ready for the drive home tomorrow?”
