Текст книги "Rock Me Two Times"

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Syon and Ramsey weren’t sharing. They moved her between them, blocking those groping hands and keeping her for themselves. She lost track of who was touching her where, twisting around to kiss Syon as she trailed her fingers down Ramsey’s open vest.

Her senses were reeling, her blood pulsing with the beat, her body on the edge, but she didn’t want to give in. She wanted to resist release, because it would end the moment.

Syon didn’t give her a choice. He cupped her mons, rubbing it hard as Ramsey thrust against her back. She shuddered, sensation tearing through her. Syon captured her cry with his mouth, Ramsey holding her up as her knees went weak. They held her through it, rocking her, supporting her, delighting her…

Completely.

Chapter 5

The air-conditioning was on.

Kate felt the slight vibration of it as cool air brushed her chest.

“Waking up hungover is a lot better when it happens next to you, Kate.”

Her eyes flew open wide. She was staring at Ramsey, and he was looking at her chest. Her corset was missing, only her thin, transparent chemise top still on.

“You’ve got mouthwatering tits, girl.”

He reached out and traced one of her nipples, his eyes closing against the light.

She looked down, her breath coming out in a little rush when she realized he was still wearing his pants.

“Yeah.” Ramsey opened his eyes and caught her blushing. “Would have been a shame to be too drunk to remember having you.”

“The three of you were wasted,” Taz said from somewhere across the room, taking her level of horror to the top of the scale.

The bed rocked as Syon sat up behind her. He dropped a pillow over her chest as she turned to look across the suite. Taz was busy pounding the keys on his laptop, his short black hair in its normal spikes.

“You owe me sushi tonight for hauling your butts back and separating you from the posse that tried to join you in an orgy. Pretty sure one of them bit me. I might need a rabies shot.”

Kate groaned, suddenly recalling the dance-floor climax she’d had. “I only had one drink…”

“More like three…maybe four,” Syon said as he rolled over and landed on his feet. “For a Scot, you’re sort of a lightweight.”

She flipped him the bird but yelped when Ramsey swatted her butt.

“You need some discipline, Kate.”

“Well, you need—” She’d rolled over and sat up but stopped when she caught sight of Ramsey. His eyeliner had run and smudged around his eyes, making him look like a badger. “A date with a shower.”

She finished up with a snicker.

He sat up, settling his feet on the floor and smirked at her. “You’re one to talk.”

Syon chuckled, stretching and arching back until his spine popped.

Kate sat hugging the pillow. Her head was hurting, her mouth dry like she’d chewed on a cotton ball sometime during the hours she couldn’t remember. All she could do was blink and try to absorb the scene.

Had she broken something?

Put the nail in her own coffin?

That thought terrified her completely. It opened a door she’d been avoiding looking at. The one that opened into a relationship she would regret losing.

Syon was ordering room service, and Ramsey wandered off into the suite, a door shutting in one of the other bedrooms. Taz had slipped on a pair of headphones that covered his ears entirely and was cussing at the game he was playing.

“Hey…”

Syon crawled back across the bed and cupped her chin. Time started crawling by as she turned to look him in the eye.

She was scared.

Plain and simple.

What she didn’t expect to see was uncertainty in Syon’s eyes.

“You okay?” His expression tightened as silence sat between them. He was steeling himself for her reply.

She nodded, but he wasn’t accepting it from her. It was a halfhearted response, one designed to protect her feelings.

“Come on.” His tone was tight. He grasped her hand and pulled her off the bed. He maintained his grip as he tugged her into the massive master suite. He turned on the water in the shower and stripped.

She was still hugging the pillow when he turned around to look at her.

“You’ve seen me now, Kate. Everything about me.” His eyes narrowed. “I need the excess…”

Steam was billowing up from the shower. He walked backward into it, letting it engulf him. The water hit him and ran down his hard body.

“You are excess.”

That was why he sent her into a vortex. The screaming fans were all just addicted to the vapors coming off him. Fascinated by the raw energy radiating from him.

“And Ramsey keeps me grounded. Keeps me from thinking I’m the only one who craves it. I’d have lost my mind without him around to make me feel grounded.”

She dropped the pillow, reaching for him. She wanted to keep him from disappearing into a place where he felt alone. She could see it in his eyes. The desolation. The loneliness.

He waited for her, watching her strip off her top and skirt before walking into the water. It hit her skin, awakening all the sexual needs she’d never gotten satisfied the night before.

“Next time, I’m not drinking.”

His face became a tapestry of hunger. There was lust, hard desire, but also something deeper. Something intimate.

“I want to have my wits when you take me back to that place you share with Ramsey.”

Obviously, she was crazy.

“Sure about that?” he asked, cupping her hips and squeezing them until a zip of pleasure speared through her insides.

“When you jump out of an airplane, there’s only one direction to go.” She reached out and handled his cock, closing her fingers around the thick phallus and pulling her hand up to the head. “I’ll have to hope my parachute works.”

Or it was going to be a deadly crash.

“Me too.”

He lifted her up, bearing her backward and pushing her against the tile. Her knees spread to allow his body close, his cock burrowing between the folds of her sex as she lifted her hands and clasped his shoulders.

He thrust forward, her body eager for the penetration. It was more than the water from the shower; it was the state of semiarousal left from the night before. Her brain was clearing, bits and pieces of the night rising above the alcohol’s grip. She’d climaxed but gone to sleep hungry for deep satisfaction.

Her position against the wall didn’t give her much room to move and get what she wanted.

He knew it too. He was pressing her body to the tile with his chest against hers, holding her in place and keeping her from seeing his expression. She tried to arch, to take his thrusts, but he kept her still.

“Take it.” He twisted his hand in her hair, holding her in place. “Take it, just the way I want to give it to you.”

He was being savage, and there was something about it that pleased her. Something brutally honest about the moment.

“Then you’d better give it all to me,” she hissed. “No bullshit excuses about me not being able to take it.”

He rammed himself deep, both of their hearts hammering.

“I can take anything you can dish out. Maybe you get away with that crap with the rest of the world, but there is nothing about you I can’t understand. Don’t be too chicken to share yourself.”

He snorted at her. A second later, her feet were on the floor. He turned her around, and she ended up with her hands braced on the seat as he thrust back into her from behind. He could get more force behind his thrusts now, each one feeling like it was driving the breath from her.

He was holding her hips, keeping her prisoner and not even allowing her to move back into his thrusts. She grasped the edge of the seat and used her hands to push herself back, drawing a snarl from him when she succeeded.

Their skin was wet, making slapping noises when they connected. She fought to push back, delighting in every grunt she wrung from him. “I’m not going to let you hold back.”

He wrapped his arm around her body, still pumping her from behind, but now reaching down and fingering her clit.

“Same goes for you, Kate.”

Everything shifted. What had been a struggle between them, morphed into a fight to hold back climax. She reached back and grabbed his thighs, trying to work him faster, but he rubbed her clit, pushing her closer to the edge of mindless pleasure. When it came, she screamed, the sound bouncing crazily around the title walls. She dug her nails into her thighs and heard a strangled sound. He ground himself into her, roaring as his cock burst inside her. His come was hot, stinging as it hit her insides. She tightened, like a second orgasm, an aftershock that rolled through her with only slightly less force.

“I love that thing your pussy does when I get you off.”

He was slowly pumping her, his cock feeling like it hadn’t lost any of its stiffness.

“Are you a female ejaculator?”

“Hmm?” She was suddenly tongue-tied. Which was stupid, considering she’d woken up in bed with not one but two rock stars. But the topic shocked her to her core.

So much for being a sophisticated, modern woman. Syon had busted her back to fourteen with one frank question.

“Female ejaculator,” he repeated without a hitch.

He withdrew and sat down. Reaching out, he pulled her onto his lap and settled her on his length. “It’s rare, but your G-spot is sensitive, so maybe—”

“I don’t know.”

She was embarrassed, feeling awkward. He held her down when she would have lifted off him.

“You make me want to impress you, Kate.” He was still shaking, his release shocking his system. “But I can’t do that by being a good guy.”

She smiled, shaking her head. “You gotta be you. It’s what makes you irresistible.”

He lifted her chin, locking gazes with her. “Did I break something between us? Today or last night?”

Her eyes widened. “I was wondering the same thing…when I woke up with Ramsey…there…”

“With me there.” He smoothed his hands down her back. “Us…” He shook his head. “Anyone else, and I’d…” His face tightened. “I want you to come to the next show. You need to see. You’ll understand if you see.”

“I’ll be there,” she promised.

She kissed him. Softly, slowly. He framed her face, cradling it as she started to ride him. This time, there was a gentle build up, but one that culminated in an explosion that left them clinging to each other.

* * *

“Thank you, Denver!” Syon raised the microphone over his head as the Pepsi Center filled with screaming fans. It was sold out, every seat filled, and the pit was a crush of bodies all straining to get closer to the performers. The surge of bodies was like watching a tribe, all of them melding into a single entity, united by one driving force.

The music.

It was the force that promised them liberation. In the moment, they could immerse themselves in it. Everyone in the arena was there with a sole purpose in mind.

To jump into the current and ride it over the falls.

Drake started up on the drums, setting a beat that made Kate squirm in her seat. Dead center at the end of the catwalk, she had a seat that normally went for over ten thousand dollars. She could touch the edge of the catwalk and possibly Syon when he made one of his runs down it.

You’ve touched him…

She grinned.

Yeah, and licked, as well as a few other things.

Pressing in around her were women willing to pay for that privilege. They were decked out in Prada and other designer labels, most of them looking like they’d invested in their personal enhancements as well. No one was sitting down. Drake was tearing up the mood with a drum solo that made it impossible to sit. Taz was laying down a bass rhythm that tickled her insides. It was a deep, dark feeling of impending madness.

That insanity was delivered when Ramsey and Syon joined in on either side of the stage, their fingers coaxing sounds out of their guitars that shot through the building and left Kate panting. It was more than their fingers. It was a whole-body experience.

Back in Los Angeles, she’d wondered if she’d just been overwhelmed, if the intensity would fade, but it hadn’t. If anything, she was caught up even more this time, the music hitting her deeper, more intimately as Syon took to the mic to add lyrics.

His voice was rough velvet—smooth when it needed to be, but cutting as he sang out.

His soul was on display.

No one else knew it, but she did. What he was pulling on that stage was his inner demon. The one the rest of the world was too chicken to let be seen.

It was an awesome sight.

Kate realized why the crowd was roaring, why she was on her feet shaking her fist in the air. It was because he was a leader, setting them all free, saying exactly what was on his mind, singing it out without remorse for who was offended.

Everyone wanted sex, but Syon was bold enough to say it out loud. Ramsey backed him up, completing the moment as the lights flashed around them and the song came to an end.

Syon was halfway down the catwalk when he finished, bowing back, pushing the last notes out of him. He forced it into the world, and everyone experienced the intensity of life, that thing everyone thought about, wanted to be, but were too practical to act upon.

Too scared to release.

He opened his eyes, drawing a gasp from her because she recognized the hunger in them. It turned her on, tightening her nipples. He locked gazes with her, caressing the strings of his guitar as he played the first, fleeting notes of “Insatiable Craving.”

He was singing to her, applying the words to her as he prowled toward her. People stretched up, straining to touch him. They ended up stroking his ankles as he passed them, but he was completely intent on her.

The intensity was mind-blowing. She strained toward him, reaching for just a fleeting moment of contact. The people around her were crowding her, pushing their way closer to their idol. She didn’t care. She threw her head back and laughed.

* * *

“Now that was fucking brilliant!”

Cid was in top form. Two of his personal assistants were at his elbows, each of them looking like they’d spent the day doing nothing but getting ready. From head to toe, they were buffed, primped, and dressed to kill. She’d never seen makeup so perfect or detailed.

The performers’ room was hot because of all the bodies in it. The roaring crowd could still be heard behind them.

“Denver PD just called for backup to deal with the party in the parking lot,” Cid crowed. “Perfect!”

“Kate is good for the show,” Taz spoke up.

Cid stiffened, cutting her a quick look. No one else really caught it, but she did.

Ignore him. He’s just pissing on his turf.

The guy saw her as a threat. She was sure of it now. She’d have to keep her eye on him.

“They’ve got more churches than bars in this city, so I want you guys to do a little riding. Got a few private invitations, but what we really need is connection with the masses. I’ve got the guys bringing your bikes around. Kerry and her team are going to fix you guys up with light makeup.”

Cid was good at what he did. Kate had to give him some credit. There were at least ten team members in the room, all of them organized and working together to keep Syon and his band looking top-notch. The makeup crew wore blue polo shirts. They didn’t hesitate to move right in and start using their sponges and brushes. Cid was going down his performance notes with the help of his tablets while the heavier stage makeup was removed and lighter coats applied.

“Costume production is going well, so don’t be afraid to play hard out there.”

Ramsey cut Kate a glance, one eyebrow raised.

“Is there a problem with my note?”

Ramsey snapped his head around to look at Cid. “I like looking at her more than you, Cid.”

The other members of the band laughed, a couple of the crew joining in. Cid’s cronies didn’t though. They cast her long, calculating looks.

The power shifts were like everything else Toxsin did—extreme.

Syon hopped out of his chair and captured her in a hug. “Me too,” he said as he nuzzled her neck.

“If you’re going to fuck, take her to the dressing rooms,” Cid tossed over his shoulder.

“What the hell?” Kate demanded.

Syon stiffened. “Kill your attitude, Cid. Kate’s not a groupie.”

“Yeah,” Taz chimed in, surprising her. “She’s taking me out for sushi tonight. I don’t hang out with groupies.”

“You should,” Cid shot back at Taz. “Your image needs a shot of heat. About ten of them. Time for you to get over that high school sweetheart thing. ”

“I told you before: don’t even make a reference to Joi.” Taz was suddenly dead serious.

Cid opened his arms. “Come on. It’s been what? Three years? At least Kate isn’t a prude.”

“Warned you.”

Taz grinned evilly at the road manager, looking a whole lot like a martial arts fighter who was getting ready to whup some ass.

And love every second of doing it.

Cid actually stepped back. “Okay. Got it. I’ve forgotten her name.”

Taz looked disappointed for a moment.

Syon chuckled. “Yeah. Sushi.” He kissed Kate again, trying to smooth out the hard set of her lips. “We owe Taz sushi. He takes sushi very seriously.”

They did owe him, and the reason made her blush. But it restored her good humor too. Ramsey was suddenly there, falling into step.

“Wait up,” Drake called as his makeup person refused to let him out of the chair.

They walked between rows of security men who had their arms out wide to hold back the fans. Barricades had been set up, but they were being pushed out of alignment by the surging crowd. Syon draped his arm across her back as the cameras snapped around them like fireflies.

Toxsin crew members pulled up on the Harleys, gaining a roar of approval from the fans. They slid off the bikes, and Syon and his buddies took their places.

“Take a ride with me,” Syon cooed to her. She shivered, enjoying the tremor.

She climbed on behind him and pressed up close. “I do enjoy rides…with you…”

Syon pulled away, in command of the bike. The engine roared with a vibration in the seat that teased her clit. The wind was crisp on her face, but it was the hard body she was holding on to that captivated her the most.

Cars slowed down as they passed, windows sliding open to reveal fans. Long-haired guys with tattoos and piercings screamed out. Girls in the bare minimum of clothing sent saucy looks, and more than a few flashed them.

They made several passes through the area around the arena before Taz took off, and the rest followed him. They made their way down to where the streets narrowed and more signs were written in Korean. It had to be close to midnight, but the sidewalks were still full. Groups of teens looked up, some of them gasping with surprise and raising their fists into the air. Taz called back to them in Korean.

For once, he was the wild one, tipping his head back and howling. He pulled up in front of a huge restaurant, built to look like a vintage Asian house. Two Korean girls in native dress smiled at them from the door before they bowed in perfect unison and greeted them.

Taz stopped and bowed. Syon pulled Kate behind him, and they stopped to bow to the girls as well. It seemed to be their duty to greet every person entering the establishment. Inside, there was a huge counter with bar seating and sushi chefs working behind it. Taz called out to them, and they raised their hands in acknowledgment.

Waiters were carrying huge trays of food around, some of it steaming hot. There was a cloud of moisture hanging out near the ceiling. There was the clink of dishes and conversation in an Asian language. Two more women in native dress hurried over and bowed to Taz.

“We’re going upstairs, guys,” Taz said. “Got a private dining room.”

He reached out and shook the manager’s hand. Kate watched a folded bill transfer between their hands before the girls led them up a staircase. The manager secured a thick red rope across the opening once they’d passed.

Upstairs, the noise level was considerably less. The soft sounds of Korean music floated around as they were taken down a hallway with walls that looked like they were made of bamboo and rice paper. One of the girls slid a door open and welcomed them in.

“Nice, Taz,” Drake said as he walked in and landed on a pillow that was meant to be sat on.

“Take your shoes off.” Taz was slipping off his boots at the door, still on the other side of it. One of their escorts was looking at Drake like he was a parasite.

“Oh…sorry. My bad.” He rolled over and got to his feet before making his way back to the door. An older woman had appeared from somewhere and was actually dry mopping the floor behind him. Taz reached out and smacked him on the ear.

“Where were you raised, in a barn?” Taz asked.

“Hey,” Drake complained, but the girls laughed happily with their chins down and their lips pressed tightly closed.

Once she was in the room, Kate realized there was an open place beneath the table for their legs if they didn’t want to sit crossed-legged on the pillows.

“So, where’s the geisha?” Ramsey asked as he pulled up the edge of the tablecloth and looked beneath. “The one who gives us blow jobs while we eat, and we all try to figure out whose cock she’s got in her mouth.”

“Geisha are Japanese,” Taz said as he settled in. “And I came here to eat.”

The food started coming and didn’t stop.

Neither did the sake.

“Come on, Kate…try the octopi,” Taz insisted.

“Yeah, Kate, you don’t want to miss the octopi,” Ramsey said.

“She won’t,” Syon confirmed. “I make sure she gets plenty of tentacle.”

She stuck out her tongue at him.

Syon growled suggestively and stuck his foot out under the table. Kate ended up putting the octopus in her mouth to cover her shock as he pushed his way past her knees and right up to her pubic mound.

Taz had moved on to challenging Ramsey to a drinking bout. Drake happily made sure their sake cups were filled with the same amount.

Kate had to swallow the food quickly as Syon used his toes against her clit. His sock and her panties were the only things between them as he rubbed his big toe back and forth across her clit, stirring up the hunger the concert had left her with.

Taz and Ramsey slammed their cups down and started arguing over who had won.

“We need to go buy the chefs a drink,” Taz suddenly announced. “Let’s go downstairs.”

He was up and moving toward the door, Drake and Ramsey falling in behind him.

Kate didn’t make it out of her seat fast enough, because Syon was still playing with her. Before she knew it, Taz and the others disappeared, leaving her alone with Syon.

“Perfect,” Syon said with a dark promise in his tone.

Syon removed his foot, giving her enough time to clear her wits. He slid beneath the table before she realized what he was going to do.

“Syon…”

Her voice became a squeak as he hooked his fingers around her underwear and pulled it down her legs.

“I want ginger,” he said, his voice rasping as he pushed her knees apart.

She felt his breath on her cleft. “Syon…not here…”

“Oh yeah, baby.” He ran his thumb down the center of her slit. “I came here to eat…”

Words failed her. She was suddenly intensely conscious of her slit. Syon teased it with his thumb, moving from her clit to her pussy with a slow motion.

“First time I saw you…I wanted to know if you had ginger curls.” He pushed his fingers through her pubic hair. “I love them.”

“Someone is going to walk in on us.” She tried to push away from him with the help of the table, but he had his hands on her hips and held her still.

“Guess you’d better bite your lips.” He used his thumbs to pull the folds of her pussy open. “’Cause I am going to eat you out.”

The first touch made her shudder. She ended up grasping the tablecloth as her fingers curled into claws. She raised the edge of it just enough for her to see the back of Syon’s head where it was buried in her lap.

“Mmmm…” he muttered as he licked through the center of her slit. “Good.”

He was rimming her pussy with his tongue, sending her heart pounding. Her clit was pulsing, begging for attention.

Syon didn’t disappoint her. He lapped his way back to the little bundle of nerve endings and teased it.

“Oh…damn,” she gasped.

He chuckled and closed his mouth around her clit. Pleasure ripped through her, raising goose bumps all over her body. She forgot about being walked in on. Forgot about where they were.

Forgot everything except the way Syon was eating her out. He might have started slow, but there was nothing timid about his actions now. He was lapping her and sucking her, working his tongue against her clit in hard motions that were driving her to the edge of madness.

“Yeah…” she muttered, on the edge of climax. She pushed her hips toward him, twisting her hands in his hair. “Like that…”

She strained toward him as he worked his tongue. He pressed hard, pushing her toward the explosion and sucking her through it. She ended up sprawled out on the floor, the oversize pillow beneath her as Syon pulled a napkin from the tabletop and cleaned her.

It was strange to have him attend to such a personal chore. Stranger still to realize he understood her body so well. He rubbed the top of her thighs with his hands, massaging the quivering muscles before crawling out from beneath the table.

“You’re a maniac,” she said at last, sitting up and reaching for her wineglass.

“That’s what you love about me.”

The word “love” was a little sharp.

Only because you’re chicken…

With good reason. Syon had women throwing themselves at him. What sort of incentive did she have to offer for him to be monogamous?

But then again, he hadn’t insisted she be monogamous. Taz and the others came back, hooting with laughter over their adventure. They settled in as another round of food arrived. They laughed and ribbed each other. The unity was there, like a close-knit family. In a way, it was rarer than family, because what drew them together was the passion inside them. People might enjoy the idea of being rebels, but they went back to their respectable lives when the concert was over. Very few were willing to face the condemning nature of society at large.

She was lucky enough to be having dinner with four of them.

* * *

Percy caught up with her again in Milwaukee. “So how is it going, sweetie?”

“I’m not a very good gypsy,” Kate confessed. Cid’s crew was setting up her shop as she sipped coffee in an attempt to wake up. Her body was protesting, her internal clock thrown so far off, she didn’t have any hope of recovering.

But she had to work on the day they were building the concert stage, so it was up with the sun.

“You’re going to do just fine.” Percy offered her a long-distance pat on the shoulder. “Being on the road is hard, but the work I’ve seen is fabulous.”

“Thanks to your shopping.”

Percy made a happy sound on the other end of the line. “Wouldn’t miss it. Steve keeps asking when we need to go again. I think he’s fantasizing about those studs a little too much.”

“Well, I’m sure you can put his passion to good use.”

Percy laughed. “You know I will.”

The last of her shop was unloaded. The crew was unboxing her machines and setting up the cutting table. It took less than an hour, because she and Percy knew how to design a set kit.

She laid out a new hide, smoothing the winkles and studying the surface intently before laying out a pattern. Drake wanted a small pocket running down the right leg for his drumsticks. Kate considered the pattern, making a couple of new pieces to form the pocket.

“You’re intense when you work.”

Kate looked up to find Taz halfway into the suite. She lowered the shears she’d been about to start cutting with.

“Yes.”

“It shows in your work. You love what you do.”

Coming from Taz, it felt like a double compliment. He was more private than the other members of the band.

“I was wondering”—he pulled a tablet from his jacket, looking like he was working up the courage to ask her something—“if you can do something like this. If you have time.”

He laid the device on the table. She came around and looked at the picture of Loki from The Avengers.

“I like to cosplay when we’re not on tour,” he confessed.

Kate nodded. “And you want to be the bad boy.”

“I am the bad boy.”

Kate shook her head. “No, you’re not.”

Something passed through his eyes. It darkened his expression momentarily before he shook it off. “I’ve messed up pretty bad when it counted.”

“We all do.”

He offered her a shrug before leaving. For a moment she felt like going after him. There was something dark inside him, a pain that ran deep. But it was the type of demon only he could defeat.

Maybe he’d tell her more about it when she finished his Loki coat.

* * *

“Thank you, Milwaukee!”

The fans roared, and Syon left them screaming for more. Kate fought her way to the backstage entrance. She squeezed through the opening—two of Cid’s guys were blocking it and unwilling to move aside more than two inches, it seemed.

But the swarm of bodies behind her made it understandable. They tried to follow her, the men holding them back with pure bulk.

Syon looped an arm around her, pulling her close for a sweaty kiss. She followed him into the performance room, where Cid was ready to run the show.

“I’m out tonight.”

Cid turned around, looking at Ramsey like he’d lost his mind.

“Don’t think I heard you, mate,” Cid said incredulously.

“You did.” Ramsey wiped his makeup off. “I’ve got something I’ve got to take care of.”

“Yeah,” Syon joined in. “We’ve got stuff to deal with.”

“Someone’s got to meet the press,” Cid insisted.

“Fine,” Syon said. “I got that.”

Cid wasn’t pleased. Not by a long shot. A tide of red darkened his complexion, but Syon didn’t give him a chance to argue. He turned and jerked his head toward the doors. Ramsey was moving instantly, heading for the door with a hard expression on his face. Kate lost sight of him as they piled into a black SUV and made their way to the hotel.

The normal buzz was missing. Kate felt like the only one not in on the secret. But she didn’t get long to ponder it. Their driver pulled around the huge semicircle in front of the hotel and opened the doors to the delight of the fans.

“Got to talk to the press.” Syon dropped a kiss on her temple before letting Cid’s crew pull him away. The paparazzi were out in good number, snapping pictures of Drake and Taz as they made their way through the huge entrance doors of the hotel. Fans squealed and stretched out to touch them, some of the girls lifting their tops.