Heaven
RYKER
Playingwith the band as a novelty was one thing, but inserting himself into their dynamic spelled disaster. Ryker kept a grip on Tia’s wrist and pulled her out of the hangar. His mind swirled with everything that could go wrong with such a scenario.
It made him mad, and his anger stirred up other emotions, like a primal need to fuck Tia senseless. He’d deal with Angel Fire’s disaster in the morning. For now, he needed to get out of that hangar and away from the band, or he might agree to do exactly what they wanted. Because, hell, Angel Fire!
Who wouldn’t want to take that stage?He thought playing beside them had been his dream, but playing as one of them? Being taken fully into their fold was unheard of, and he wanted it. He wanted it with a desperate hunger but was wise enough to walk away.
Besides, he had other things to do.
The music had exactly the effect he’d been hoping for. Much of the stress buzzing around in Tia’s body had evaporated. The lines pulling at her eyes had eased. The tension in her brow had disappeared. She had traded her frown for smiles and laughter. Fora time, life returned to normal. Now, he planned to take her to a whole other realm, one full of naked bodies sliding and grappling and fucking and loving.
“Where are we going?” Tia asked.
“As far from them as we can.”
“We didn’t need to leave. You should go back there and talk to them.” She pulled up short, forcing him to halt.
“The last thing I want is to be in that hangar where they’ll convince me to do something that, in all likelihood, will blow up in their faces.”
“How’s that?”
“You don’t just plug a guy into a band,” he explained. “Not if you want to keep a band together. All it does is breed resentment and jealousy. I’m not going to be that guy.”
“You make it sound like a foregone conclusion,” she said. “It could be exactly as they said. Bent might be on board. He might have even asked them.”
“Bent?” he scoffed. “The man with his arm literally bent in half where it shouldn’t be and who likely also has a concussion. I saw the blood. That man is in no condition to be suggesting I take his place. He’s doped up on painkillers. Until I speak with him directly, there’s no way in hell I’m talking to the rest of the band.”
“Does that mean you’re considering it?”
He wasn’t ruling it out, not completely, but he needed to speak to Bent. A conscious, pain-free, non-medicated Bent.
And he needed to fuck. Sticking around to discuss logistics and planning with Angel Fire would steal a golden opportunity to find time alone with Tia.
“Come,” he said, grabbing at her wrist again.
She jerked free of his grip. “Ryker, we can’t…”
“Don’t tell me no because I plan on spending all night getting to know your tight pussy.”
“No,” she said, blushing with his words. “I mean, we can’t run around base, holding hands. Ever heard of discretion?”
He loved the effect he had on her but fuck discretion. His cock throbbed with thoughts of what the night would bring.
“Fine,” he said, “but keep up.”
“And where exactly do you plan on going? I’m not taking a chance like last night.”
“We’re going to your lodging,” he said. “And soon unless you’d rather talk than fuck.”
“Such a romantic,” she said, lifting a brow in challenge.
“I’m not buying you flowers because I know how you feel about them. So, there’s not much reason for romance. I do, however, know what your pussy feels like on my fingers and my cock. I intend to finish what we started.”
“I think we finished just fine,” she said with a snort. She covered her mouth and nose and blushed a pretty shade of pink.
“Hon, if that’s what you think, then I have a whole lot of educating to do. Now, if you don’t want me tossing you over my shoulder and carrying you, I suggest you start walking.”
