Текст книги "Rock Me Two Times"

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Chapter 4

Her belly growled long and low.

Kate stretched out her leg and pushed her face into the pillow, still feeling like movement was beyond her.

The bed moved, and she jerked up, her eyes widening when she caught sight of the naked man in bed with her.

More like naked god…

Syon was bare-assed and completely lickable. From his rumpled hair to his tight backside.

He reached over and grabbed the phone on the nightstand. “Send up some chow. Just a bunch of breakfast plates. Little of everything.”

Someone said something on the other end of the line. He frowned. “Check the room number, buddy. This is the penthouse floor. I don’t care what time of day it is. Make it happen if you want your tips.”

He dropped the phone and wiped his eyes before grinning at her. He pushed his hair out of his face, looking like a gigantic golden bear.

“Let’s catch a shower before the food arrives.”

He rolled over and pulled her with him. The suite had a huge walk-in shower with three showerheads, and he made full use of it. He walked right into the spray and let it soak him as he shook his head to make sure his hair was completely wet. It was incredibly personal to be able to see him in that moment, a secret intimacy she’d never realized could touch her as deeply as it did.

It set off another little warning bell in the back of her head. He was becoming an essential part of her world too easily.

Get a grip, girl…

She hadn’t expected him to spend the night. Kate bit her lip to keep the thought from spilling out of her lips while he adjusted the water temperature. She was leaning against the vanity, trying to decide what to make of his presence and her reaction to it.

He turned and caught her in his caramel gaze. “You okay?”

“Yes.”

She was.

Yup.

Sure was.

Liar…

He was studying her with those amazing eyes, his expression becoming guarded as she hesitated to join him.

“Didn’t expect me to be here?” he asked.

She lifted one shoulder, but the motion felt forced. She let out a long breath. “To be fair, I don’t think I thought that far ahead. You sort of have a way of disarming my entire thought process.”

As in, her brain completely fried every time he kissed her.

His lips twitched, his expression softening into something she was pretty sure qualified for the term “cheeky.”

“You took your clothes off first.” He extended his hand in invitation.

“I did.” She pushed away from the vanity. “You loved it.”

“I did.”

The shower was an enormous, stone-tiled thing. Done in a warm honey tone, it had a bench seat and a collection of bathing items. She put her hand into his and felt herself losing her grip on her brain again.

Obviously the Syon reaction of choice.

The water was splashing all over him, running down his body in torrents.

And she wanted to lick it off him.

“I think I should have left my clothes on last night.”

His jaw jutted out, his expression hardening defensively.

“Because I missed the opportunity to appreciate all of you.” She grabbed a washcloth. “A real shame.”

He relaxed, something flickering in his eyes that looked like relief. She popped open a bottle of bodywash and drizzled it onto the cloth. “You’ve got to be putting in hours of resistance training.”

“Yeah. Need to have the whole package.” He swept her from head to toe.

“You know what a cardio workout is too.”

“Well, there is no fitness fairy.”

She stroked the cloth across his back, turning him away so his cock was out of sight. Her self-control was slipping again. The hard flesh might have been out of sight, but it certainly wasn’t out of mind. The idea was there, teasing her with the memory of just how good sex with him had been. Seriously, she needed to have at least one more bout, just to make sure she hadn’t been hallucinating the night before.

Maybe it had just been sensory overload. Doomed to fade after the intimate explosion.

He made a low sound of appreciation as she washed his back, leaning forward to brace his hands flat on the tile wall of the shower. She swished the cloth back and forth across his tight shoulders and onto his lower back.

“I couldn’t have waited last night for you to do anything to me.” He arched up as she touched the top of his ass. “Which is a disgusting lack of control. I’m not seventeen.”

“Seems pretty fair to me.” It probably wasn’t the brightest idea to be making confessions. It was one thing to be overwhelmed by him, another to let him know it. “I couldn’t wait either.”

He looked at her over his shoulder. “I never play fair.”

She bent her knees and drew the cloth along one thigh and down his calf.

He didn’t play fair? No shit.

He turned around when she straightened, and she got stuck in mid-motion, the cloth hanging from her hand as she was reaching for the bottle of bodywash.

Her brain just fried.

In the buff, Syon was perfection. Her breasts felt heavy; her nipples drew tight. It was an uncanny effect, like someone turned her senses up to high.

“Mmmm…my turn…”

She jumped back when he tried to claim the washcloth.

“I’m not finished.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’ll be screaming when I finish you off, baby.”

It was a hard promise, one backed up by the glint in his eyes. The stubble on his chin added to the uncivilized picture he presented.

The combination made her insides churn.

He scooped up the bodywash and clasped a hard arm around her in one of those whip-flash motions of his.

“I think it’s time to multitask.”

He crushed the bottle in his hand, drizzling it all over her body like icing. He dropped it and pulled her tightly against him.

“Now let’s dance, Kate…” She hadn’t noticed the sound system, but the shower had a control pad set right into the stone wall. He punched a couple of buttons, and the first bars of “Insatiable Craving” filled the bathroom.

“I sang this to you the night we met…”

He rubbed his body against hers, rotating, grating, holding her hips and twisting her in the opposite direction so he was sliding across her, the bodywash lathering gently with their motions.

She shuddered, pleasure shooting through her from the full-body contact.

“That’s it.”

He turned her around and ran his hands down her front. Standing up behind her so closely, his cock nestled between her buns. The water was pouring down, but she felt overheated. He started rubbing her at her collarbone, slowly stroking his way to her breasts.

She lifted her head and tipped up her chin, making sure he had a clear path to her breasts.

“I love these.”

He cupped them, his fingers moving through the lather of the bodywash, slipping and sliding around the soft globes as well as teasing her hard nipples.

“Perfect…handfuls…”

She let out a soft snort. “They’re that.”

He positioned her so the water washed the soap off her breasts.

“Don’t hate your curves…” He worked his hands down her body. “You’re sexy as hell…buxom.”

From anyone else, she was pretty sure the word would have sounded idiotic, but there was something in his tone that made her feel ultra-sexy. Like “buxom” wasn’t just a nice way of saying “well fed.”

He slipped his hands down to her hips and clasped them. “Perfect for wrapping my fingers around…”

The bodywash was almost gone now, and her heart was accelerating, the idea of what they could do now that there wasn’t soap on their skin driving her wild. She reached behind her, found his thighs, and purred.

“I normally last so much longer”—he bit her neck—“but not with you.”

She stiffened and opened her eyes. The idea of him with other women bugged her. He stopped moving and turned her around so he could see her expression.

“Sorry. That was me being an insensitive dick.”

“I get it.”

He clasped her against him, still swaying with the beat.

“But I don’t like it.”

She pulled her fingernails down his chest and pushed him back. He went, not because she was stronger, but because he was watching to see what she had planned. He ended up sitting on the stone seat with a gleam of anticipation in his eyes.

“Are you jealous, Kate?”

His big cock was jutting up, the head ruby red, his skin shiny with water, making her pulse with need. Today, she enjoyed it, letting it rip through her and savoring the burn.

“Pretty sure.” She reached out and boldly clasped him, wrapping her fingers around him at the base and pulling her hand up to the head. His flesh was silky smooth but iron hard.

And thick.

Crap. She never expected to see such a thick cock.

Much less ride it.

He reached around her and cupped her butt, lifting her up to straddle him.

“Good,” he rasped out, clasping her hips and guiding her over his cock. “I’d better not be alone in this.”

She tried to take control by seating herself, but he held her in place and lifted off the seat, sending only the tip of his cock inside her. It set off a shudder that went up her spine and down her legs, curling her toes.

“How do you do that?” she asked, fighting his hold and trying to plunge down on him.

He chuckled ominously and lifted her up and turned around. A second later, she was sitting on the bench, breathless from the abrupt power shift. One moment she was in the saddle and the next she was on her back.

He pressed her thighs wide, exposing her and leaving her fighting a surge of vulnerability. The seat was wide enough for her to lay all the way back. The placement of several rolled-up towels suddenly struck her as very purposeful because her head ended up on them.

“You want to be fucked,” he said slowly, just slow enough that she was hanging on his words.

Her mouth went dry, and she had to swallow before responding. “No, I want to fuck you. On top.”

His eyes flickered with hunger, but his jaw tightened. “I like you just like this…all mine to play with.”

She felt that way.

Excitement speared through her, but it collided with her pride. He was already overwhelming her so completely, she wasn’t ready to let it go any deeper.

But all the brawn she’d been admiring allowed him to keep her there, at his mercy. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t made her so breathless. Somehow, he’d uncovered a deep, dark secret she hadn’t realized she had.

“I’m very demanding when it comes to my toys…” He pressed her knees wide, shifting his gaze to her pussy as it spread open. “I need to explore every function.”

“Oh…yeah.” Her voice was sultry and breathless.

He shot her one quick glance that made her shiver before focusing on her spread body again. She was riveted by the sight of him standing over her. He sank down to his knees as the song ended and another one began. The shower was still going full blast, steam rolling around the ceiling in a soft cloud.

But none of it mattered as he hovered over her spread sex, his breath teasing her clit before he opened his mouth and laid his tongue on her.

She moaned. A hard sound that was wrung from her.

“I love the sounds you make.”

She forced her eyelids up and found him looking up at her. He teased her with a fingertip, dipping into her slit and rimming the opening to her pussy. “Love knowing I make you make them.”

He thrust up inside her, and she whimpered, needing so much more. She tightened around him, trying to grip his finger.

He let out a groan. “You gotta do that to my dick.”

“Sit your ass back down, and I will,” she promised.

His lips curled. “You’re not asking very nicely.”

“You don’t want me to be nice,” she responded in a sugary-sweet tone.

His face tightened savagely and he gave in and sat next to her. She rolled over to get to his cock. Cupping his balls, she captured the entire head inside her mouth before he got a grip on her shoulders. She swirled her tongue around the thick crest on his head before pulling free. She kept her grip on his balls and squeezed as she made eye contact with him.

“You make a nice toy, Syon Braden,” she cooed.

He cupped her butt and settled her over his cock. “Play with this part of me.”

He pushed her down onto his length. She gasped, the penetration setting loose a slight twinge of discomfort.

He held her still, his cock buried to the hilt inside her.

“Sore?”

She shrugged.

He studied her for a moment before his lips rose into a very satisfied grin. She slapped his shoulder.

“Don’t be so pleased with yourself, savage.”

He lifted her and let her slide down his cock as his lips parted. “Can’t help it. You loved every second of getting that way.”

She was seated completely on his length again and tightened her internal muscles around him. He sucked in a breath, his grin fading.

“So did you.”

“Yeah, a whole lot,” he agreed.

He shifted beneath her, lifting her and thrusting into her again before she clamped her thighs around him and held herself down long enough to tighten her muscles around his cock again.

He jerked, his breathing becoming harsh. “I’m still going to eat you out.”

She wasn’t sure if it was a promise or a threat, but it set off a tremor inside her.

“I might beat you to that one.” She tightened again and again before he lifted her and hammered several hard thrusts into her. She was sinking into that vortex again, her insides melting into an inferno of need. But she wasn’t finished. She looked him straight in the eye. “Be…the one…to hear you…groaning.”

“We’ll see.”

“We sure will,” she promised.

But thoughts were drifting away again. She fought to maintain control, tightening around him and wringing hard sounds of enjoyment out of him. All the while he held her in place and lifted up to penetrate her, hitting her G-spot with just enough force to push her closer and closer to climax. She needed it now, instead of just craving it.

“That is…fucking…intense,” he groaned out.

She was going to need another shower, because the effort was making her sweat. She tightened and released; he lifted and thrust; she twisted her legs around him tighter and fought to stay seated on his cock. Her clit was throbbing madly, so close to release, but his cock was iron hard now, ready to burst. She struggled to hold back the orgasm, just long enough for her to grip him one final time.

His jaw was tight, his head tilted back, and his lips curled away from his teeth. His fingers were digging into her buns as she felt him giving in. He was thrusting into her, little pistoning motions of his cock that rubbed the hard length against her clit. His come started to burn against her insides as she was ripped away from everything and tossed into a wave of pleasure. It rolled her and sucked her down. She clung to him, the only solid thing in her world as the orgasm tore through her and left her gasping.

* * *

Ramsey was in the suite when they stepped out of the bathroom.

Kate shrieked, recoiling and falling back into Syon.

“What the fuck?”

He lifted her off her feet and went right through the bathroom doorway without a second’s hesitation, setting her on her feet in the hallway.

“Ramsey is here,” she groused at him, trying to wiggle free and get back into the bathroom.

“He’s like a cat, always shows up when the food does. That’s why I ordered so much,” Syon explained like it was no big deal his band buddy was sitting there while she was naked. He wouldn’t get out of the way, but kept moving down the hallway, pushing her closer to Ramsey with every step.

Accepting defeat, Kate pushed away from Syon and hightailed it around the corner and back into the bedroom.

“I’ll purr if you pet me,” Ramsey called after her.

She slammed the door in reply. Her face was flaming, but the food smelled so good. Her belly grumbled loudly, and she cursed before dressing and opening the door.

He’d already seen everything she had. But her cheeks remained on fire as she approached the table. Ramsey made a low sound under his breath. One that sounded like a purr. She shot him a deadly look.

“There is way too much blood in my caffeine system at the moment,” she warned him. “I might just pack you off to the vet to be spayed.”

He smirked at her. “Naw. You like cock too much for that.”

Syon reached over and thumped him on the head. “Not yours.”

Ramsey gave him a “get real” look. “She hasn’t had a sample yet, so how do you know?”

“Well, second place is first loser,” Syon informed him smugly.

“I’m in an alternate dimension,” Kate said.

They both flashed her grins, unconcerned with her sanity dilemma. She decided to look at what was offered for breakfast.

At one in the afternoon.

Room service had outdone themselves. Or at least the waiter had made sure his tip was going to be big by bringing up a huge amount of food. The table was covered in dishes. Ramsey and Syon had flipped off the stainless steel covers on some of them and were sitting back, chowing down. There were carafes of juice and insulated pitchers of hot beverages.

Ramsey offered her a lazy grin and picked up one of the pitchers. “Coffee?”

Kate grabbed a mug and used a second pitcher to fill it. She took a long sip before shooting Ramsey a hard look. “Let’s discuss some ground rules.”

He sat the pitcher down and picked up his fork. “Think I might have pissed off your girly.”

Syon pushed a chair out for her with his foot. “Eat, Kate. Ramsey is…how did you put it last night? Jerking your chain.”

“Very funny.” But she choked on a giggle. “It is funny. In a payback-is-a-bitch sort of way.” She pulled a cover off a plate and investigated the contents.

Ramsey snorted and smirked at her when she cut him a glare. Syon had his mouth full of scrambled eggs, but his eyes were glittering with amusement. They were like a pair of eight-year-olds, friends to the end. It made them both adorable in a crazy way that tugged on her heartstrings. Syon had his guard down—completely down—and she realized it was a privilege to get to see him this way. She suddenly understood Ramsey’s attitude during his fitting a lot better. They really were tight, and that was something she knew the value of. Friendships like that didn’t come along every day.

So she wasn’t going to be the party pooper.

Or the bitch who needed to bolster her own confidence by trying to change the man she was hooked up with.

“Is this the part where I deal with privacy becoming a casualty?” she asked as she twisted the top off a small jar of strawberry preserves and started spreading it on a slice of toast.

“At least I left the shade down.”

She’d bitten into the toast before Ramsey commented. With her mouth full, all she could do was shoot him a questioning look. He hopped out of his chair with a smirk and pushed a button on the wall. There was a low, motorized sound as what looked like the wall between the bathroom and outer room rose up. What she’d thought was a wall was in fact a window, covered by a colored shade.

That rose all the way up to offer a full view into the bathroom and shower.

“Oh shit.” She almost choked on the toast. “Who in the hell thinks to put a transparent wall into a bathroom?”

Who would want a view of the toilet?

“Guys with too much money who have had so much sex they need to get creative to get off.” Ramsey was rummaging through the other offerings on the table. “Slave play. Fetish stuff. Toilet humiliation.”

“I’m eating,” she said, cutting him off.

“You’re cute when you’re pissed,” Syon said.

“Taz says to clean the cuffs before you give ’em back.”

“They didn’t get dirty,” Kate said as she pointed her knife at Ramsey. “Ground rules. You don’t get to see me naked.”

Ramsey pouted. Syon reached over and shoved him half out of his chair. “You heard her.”

“Alright.” Ramsey righted himself. “Touchy. I thought you two would be a little more mellow now that you’ve—”

“None of your beeswax,” Kate interrupted him.

Ramsey bit into a piece of bacon in reply. Syon was watching her, a guarded look creeping back into his eyes. He shifted his attention between her and Ramsey, taking in the scene. She lifted her mug and extended it toward Ramsey.

“And I like my coffee with cream.”

* * *

“Do you normally sweat during fittings?” Syon drawled softly. “Seems a bit…unprofessional. Like you’re nervous.”

Kate pulled a pin from the cushion she had strapped to her wrist and waved it over the fabric she had draped along his groin. “Sure you want to rattle me?”

He chuckled ominously. “Yes.” The tip of his tongue appeared on his lower lip, sending her heart into a gallop. “You’re fun when you’re pushed past your limits. And I’m betting you like my cock…uninjured.”

She sent him a withering look. “I need this draping.”

He made a low, throaty sound of male satisfaction. “I love feeding your needs. But remember, I need there to be room for a major hard-on.”

She drew in a fresh breath and concentrated. It was getting close, but she needed it perfect. Reaching out, she worked the fabric with her fingers along his hip line. Then from his inner thigh up…up…and over the bulge of his erection.

She looked up at him but settled her hand over his cock. “It was harder when you came off stage in Los Angeles.”

Syon had his arms crossed over his chest. “Guess you’d better find a way to make it work. I hired the best and expect it.”

“You ambushed me,” she corrected. “It would serve you right if these pants crawled up your ass.”

He snorted.

“Umm-hmm.” She stepped back and considered the draping. “Well, I guess if I have to make it work…”

She popped the first latch closure on her corset top. The weight of her breasts separated the front, drawing his attention instantly.

“I love how you troubleshoot,” Syon drawled.

She opened the second one, giving him a view of the sides of her breasts.

“It’s really having an effect,” Syon continued. “A very desirable one. But I should warn you…my resolve to keep you is…hardening.”

She heard the truth of it in his voice. A deepening in the timbre. It stroked her senses, making her nipples tighten into hard little points.

She opened the last one, and her corset split open. This one had straps, so the garment stayed on her body, only open to give him a full view of her chest. She didn’t have a chemise on, so her breasts were in full view.

“Stay right there, or you’ll ruin my work,” she ordered him.

He snorted but settled back into his stance. She stroked the sides of her breasts, slowly trailing her finger down one until she got to her nipple. His eyes narrowed.

“Let me see if we’ve found the solution.”

She reached out and stroked the bulge of his cock. It was iron hard now, and she had to adjust the fabric.

“That’s it.”

She straightened up again to take one last look. “Got it.”

“You’re going to get it as soon as you take this fabric off me,” he warned her wickedly.

She stood still, fingering one of her puckered nipples, enjoying the moment of having control in her hands.

The door to the suite pushed in.

“In here, we have a full leather studio for outfitting the performers.”

Cid walked in, a guy with a huge camera right behind him. Kate gasped, whirling around, but not before the cameraman hooted.

“Right on!” he commented as Cid led him forward. “Perfect shot of those tits!”

Kate succeeded in getting her top closed and turned around to see Cid flashing a smug smile at Syon.

“This is the team from Roadkill. Local fan-based blogosphere,” the road manager said as he introduced them to Syon. Kate was as insignificant as a used coffee cup.

An ultrathin girl was with the cameraman, impeccably dressed in a hot dress with a plunging neckline and short enough that it showed off her tiny butt. She smiled at Syon, batting her eyes and boldly licking her lower lip before she pushed a microphone up to his mouth and started asking questions.

Syon didn’t miss a beat. His voice was liquid sex. The girl’s eyes took on a sultry mode as she flashed him an inviting look. Kate unpinned her draping, trying not to look at the camera.

When they were finished, Cid guided them off to find the rest of the band.

“I got to get ready for the show.” Syon sounded disappointed. “Didn’t expect the interview.” His eyes narrowed. “We’ll have to wait.”

“Does Cid know how to knock?”

Syon shrugged. “I’ll talk to him about it. Don’t worry. Those shots won’t get out. I’ve got to get over to the arena for sound checks and warm-ups.”

Kate looked up from her worktable. She felt the real world jerking them apart. Like they’d been hiding, and now their cover was being ripped away. It was a little strange to discover something as normal as work obligations getting between them. But that added only another layer to their interaction, that touch of normalcy that made it seem much more real.

She was definitely scaring herself now.

She pointed at the draping she had laid out on the table. “Got work to get to myself.”

His expression was guarded. He gave her a single nod and turned around.

It was stupid to get emotional. He was a rock star.

So…she should get busy making him look like one.

At least working with leather restored her balance. It had always been her comfort zone, since she’d first discovered what she could do with a sewing machine. She stroked and worked with the pattern. Time melted away while she was focused on getting it perfect. It wasn’t going to be some universal size. It was going to fit Syon perfectly, with just the right amount of give.

In the right places, of course.

She spent a lot of time going through her stock of hides, searching for the right color and then for one that had a great finish. She settled for a magenta-colored one, deciding it would go stunningly well with Syon’s eyes. Adjusting it on the tabletop, she circled it several times, making sure the pattern was in the best spot before going in with her shears.

She loved the scent, the sensation of cutting through it. But most of all, she loved being mentally mesmerized by the project. Time wasn’t a factor. Perfection was. Syon provided an amazing image for her to try and fit, the over-the-top persona of the man merging with her insatiable love of working with hides.

She turned up the music and let herself be absorbed by her project. Syon thought she was the best. She intended to show him exactly how right he’d been.

* * *

“I thought you’d be flying high after getting into Kate’s pants.” Ramsey grunted as they came off stage.

“My game wasn’t off,” Syon defended himself. They were both covered in sweat, their hair tangled after the wild performance they’d just given.

They went down the backstage steps as the crowd roared behind them. The noise bounced off the ceiling designed for sound retention and rained down on them. The overhead lights still flashed, making sure the fans left on a high.

“You were pushing hard.” Ramsey reached the performers’ backstage room and ripped a towel off a rack to mop his face.

Syon jerked his hand toward the screaming behind them. “No one sounds upset.”

“I know the difference.” Ramsey grabbed a bottle of water and drank down a third of it. “Just sounded like you and Kate worked it out.”

“We did.” Syon reached for some makeup-remover wipes. Tonight the crap was driving him batty. He needed it off. Fast.

That wasn’t the real problem, but he took out his aggression on his face, working at it until every last trace of eyeliner was gone.

“I need some air,” he said when he was finished.

Ramsey was still nursing the water bottle. He studied Syon for a moment, his eyes narrowing when he came to a conclusion. “She wasn’t here.”

Ramsey hit the nail on the head.

“So what?” Syon shrugged.

Ramsey knew him too well. Syon lifted his hand to wave it off and started out the door. Cid was coming through it, blocking his path.

“Brilliant, mates! Fucking brilliant.”

Cid’s beaming expression faded a tad as he looked at Syon. “Why the clean mug so early in the night? I’ve got plans for you.” He dug his tablet out of his suit pocket and stroked the screen. “Two clubs to visit, and I hear there’s this topless joint near the waterfront that has a reputation for wild parties.” Cid looked up with a smirk. “That should be great for some publicity.”

“I’m out tonight,” Syon said.

Cid caught his arm. “Whoa there, partner. You can’t buy this kind of publicity. The fans want to see you party. It’s all about image. We need those birdies tweeting.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“Get in the mood,” Cid said. “We’re not sold out in Seattle yet. A few pictures in the tabloids will take care of that. You can sleep on the road tomorrow. That’s what drivers are for.”

Ramsey hooked him around the neck. “Some guys actually have to work for a living. We have to party. It’s rough, but we signed up for it.”

“Yeah.”

And he felt just as trapped as someone reporting to a cubicle. He didn’t crave the insanity of a club. What he wanted was Kate and the opportunity to take her for a ride on the back of his bike. She was right; they didn’t know each other, and he wanted to change that.

Actually felt like he needed to change it. Fast. Before she slipped away.

She hadn’t shown up at the show.

That stung.

It shouldn’t have.

He should have been thinking about her sleeping because he’d worn her out, and how much energy she’d have when he crawled back into her bed.

But all he had on his mind was the fact that her face hadn’t been in the crowd, and he’d wanted it to be.

Wanted it really fucking bad.

“Text me the address. I’ll meet you there.”

“Whoa…” Cid hooked his arm and turned him around. “You’re not thinking about going back to the hotel for the costume chick?”

Syon stepped back. “So what if I am?”

“I’ll tell you what.” Cid slid the tablet into his pocket. “The fans want to see hot guys living it up. Not you necking with your seamstress. You pay me to manage, so let me do my job. These clubs are pushing your music right now. They expect a visit for that play time.”

“Yeah.”

It was the professional thing to do. Ramsey and Taz were watching him, waiting to see what he’d do. He shrugged and grabbed his leather jacket.

“Let’s party.”

* * *

“You’re drunk.” Taz plopped down in the booth beside him.

“Nope.”

Taz gave him a long look. “You are, and a promise to a bandmate is a promise.”

Syon turned to point at Taz. The girl trying to give him a lap dance giggled as she was dumped across Taz.

“Oh my God!” she squealed. “I so can’t believe it! You guys are so hot!”

Her skirt was about the length of a packing strap, and her top looked more like a slingshot band. She was a bundle of bare flesh and hair and excitement.

Drake appeared and scooped her up. She kicked her feet up with another giggle as he turned around and set her down.