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“It’s never too late to grow up, but I digress. Why are you two here? Isn’t being alone with me forbidden?” I sighed and scratched the stubble growing under my chin. “Houston leads when we’re in the mood to be led.” “And it was never our decision to kick you off,” Rich mumbled. I agreed with a nod even though I knew Rich’s rebellion would pass quicker than a shooting star. He wanted too much for us to be friends again and thought being a doormat was the way to do it.
“So this is an ‘I Hate Houston’ party? Are you sure you don’t need adult supervision?” “Yup, you’re the guest of honor, and no, unless you’re feeling frisky.” I winked, but she was too busy staring at the ground with this lost look in her eyes. “I don’t hate Houston.” “We figured when we caught you kissing him.” And how could I forget his hand up her shirt? Until this morning, I was the only one who’d copped a feel.
“I took you on a date,” I answered her. “That should have at least gotten me to third base. Houston blew through first and second, and all he had to do was make you cry.”
“Why are you telling me this like it matters? First, I’d have to be interested.” “Your head may not be, your heart is still up for debate, but your pussy cries a river whenever one of us walks by, so save your bullshit for the limp dicks and the simps.”
A stunningly sexy woman running around in armored lingerie and knocking douchebags on their asses? Count me in. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as Braxton claiming to be a fucking sex addict, though. I didn’t buy it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“Morning, baby fawn.” His gruff greeting told me he hadn’t been awake long either. I wasn’t a morning person, so add what he said to me last night, and I found myself snapping. “Stop calling me that. My name is Braxton, but if you insist, can you at least drop ‘baby’?” “I’d rather drop Fawn,” he said as cool as a cucumber. Oh, hell no. I didn’t like my stomach’s positive reaction to that. “Fine. Whatever. It’s a fucking deal.”
“I came to tell you that we’re back on the road soon. I didn’t mean to kiss you, but I’m not sorry.” “Don’t do it again,” I forced myself to plead. “Nah, I’ll definitely do it again.” “Loren—” “It won’t be your fault,” he interrupted while pulling me close. “You can’t help that I don’t want to resist you.”
I frowned at Loren while pretending my heart wasn’t shoving shit aside to make room for him. “You almost sound like you’re in love with me,” I tried to joke to break the tension. Loren didn’t even blink. “If we’re not careful, I will be,” he told me seriously.
“Whatever you want,” he whispered against my lips. His head popped up, and then he was giving me a hard look. Stern on Loren was a foreign look, yet so fucking good.
Scoffing at the notion, I turned away from him. It hurt too much to look at Houston, knowing he cast me out. I wouldn’t dare swim in those gorgeous, green pools and dream.
“What do you mean to me?” he demanded out of nowhere. “What?” I could barely catch my breath, much less follow his train of thought. Not with him this close. “What. Do you. Mean. To me? “I-I don’t know.” “Then how can you be sure you mean anything at all?” “Because of the way you look at me,” I said without thinking. His head jerked back, and he blinked. I’d actually startled Houston Morrow. I lowered my gaze to his chest, expanding with every hard breath he took. “You look at me like I’m someone you never thought you’d see. You want me, but you can’t have me, and that pisses you off, so you
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“Braxton?” “Yes, Houston?” “When I look at you, I see something in my way. Nothing more, nothing less.” Pretending that didn’t hurt was impossible, so I let him see my pain. “I’m not your enemy, Houston. I don’t want to hurt you.” When my fingers stretched to reach out to him, I curled them, keeping my hands to myself. “Any of you.” He stared into my eyes, and I watched the internal struggle whether to believe me in his. “Maybe not now,” he partially conceded, “but you will. It’s what we do to anyone who gets too close. We make them hate us, and then we hurt them before they can hurt us.”
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Tipping his can, he poured his energy drink down my tank until it was empty, and the purple bra I wore underneath was visible. That. Is. It. When my fist collided with Houston’s lip, I didn’t care about the consequences. He didn’t look surprised, either. He smiled—busted lip and all—like I’d given him exactly what he wanted. I’d proved his point. Eventually, you want to hurt them because that’s what they do. They make you crave it. I went to hit him again. This time he caught my wrist and squeezed. “The first one was free. You’ll have to work for the rest.” I smiled up at him as he waited for
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“Let me go.” I tried to wiggle free, but it only drained the energy from me. “Or what?” he taunted. “It’s not like you’ll get another shot at me.” Immediately, I stopped fighting and forced my body to relax. “That’s what you said last time.” I winked, and Houston responded by crashing his lips against mine.
“Don’t you say another word.” We were so close that with each breath he exhaled, I inhaled. We stayed like that until desire overwhelmed indecision. And then he gripped my panties in his fist. “Goddamn you, Braxton.” One brute tug and they were gone.
“The rubber,” he reminded me before pulling his fingers out of me and ripping open his belt. “You’re getting fucked with or without it, Braxton. It’s your choice.” I shivered at the idea of feeling him hard and raw inside of me, but there was just one problem. I didn’t trust him.
Lifting my right leg into the crook of his arm, he brought the head of his cock to my entrance before meeting my gaze. “I want you to know this isn’t personal.” Kissing my lips, he whispered against them, “It’s just business.”
Even with my arousal, I hadn’t been fucked in years. My soft moans turned into a cry of pain when he finally reached the hilt. He filled me so completely I couldn’t think of anything but him. And when he started to move… I didn’t feel cherished or loved. I was something else. Tainted. Wild. Free. Feeling a grateful sob in my throat, I held onto Houston as if I were hanging from a cliff. “Jesus, Brax,” he croaked in my ear. “Never had…this good.” He paused his hammering to push deeper inside, making me choke on my next breath. “Fuck.”
Holding my gaze, he fucked me hard against the side of the bus. We both accepted that at any moment, someone could turn the corner and see what we were up to. Loren and Rich had gone to get us food and would be back any minute. What would they do if we were caught? Would they demand a turn? Houston grunted when my pussy contracted excitedly around his dick. If they did, I’d give it to them. I’d let Houston, Loren, and Jericho fuck me as if it were their right.
Even with all the blood rushing inside me, filling my heart, ears, and pussy, I could hear the approaching footsteps and voices in the distance growing louder. Another minute or two, and we wouldn’t be alone. Hearing them, too, Houston began to pull away. “No,” I moaned, grabbing the back of his shirt and keeping him inside of me. “I don’t care if we get caught. Don’t stop.” He stared at me as he debated the consequences before giving in like I knew he would.
“Why can’t you just do what you’re told?” he demanded. I could feel his frustration as he continued to fuck me. He didn’t like that I’d made him so powerless.
I will never forget the hard yet vulnerable look on his face as he spilled inside the condom. It was so beautiful that for a careless second, I wished it was me he had filled. Staring into each other’s eyes, we shared our vulnerability until the moment ended abruptly when Houston dropped me on my feet. He hadn’t been gentle when he was inside of me. I didn’t know what I was expecting now that he was done.
I watched him fix his jeans and wondered how I could find a simple act so damn sexy. He then ran his fingers through his hair, trying to fix what I’d wronged. I couldn’t even recall gripping and running my fingers through his thick brown hair as he rode me, but the evidence was there.
“Are we done here?” I snapped at Houston. I needed to hide and never show my face again. “No. One more thing.” As he held me arrested with his stern gaze, I knew I wasn’t going to like whatever he was about to say. “If you find yourself with an itch you can’t control, I’m the one who scratches it.” He paused to let the words sink in. “The only one, Braxton. We clear on that?” No. Not even a little bit.
A blind man could tell that they’d screwed. Loren was a few paces behind me, trading fucking beauty tips with the makeup artist we hired for Braxton—who right now looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. I made a quick decision. I decided I didn’t want to spend the rest of the tour breaking up the fights between Houston and Lo. Yanking Houston’s shirt from his fucking jeans, I let him see my disapproval before turning to Braxton. Her hair was pinned up, and for once, I didn’t bother asking permission. I undid the messy bun at the top of her head and watched the red waves fall
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Braxton was every bit the tease Loren accused her of being, but I never took Houston for a hypocrite. Since the day she joined our band, he made it clear Braxton was a no-fucking-go, and then the moment our backs were turned, he fucked her.
“Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. It became meaningless the moment you spread your legs for him.” I’d only admit to myself that my disappointment had little to do with Loren. He really liked her, but so had I.
“Can we please talk about this later?” Braxton begged. “Why?” I snapped at her. It was her turn to look surprised since I’d never been unkind to her. “Don’t want Loren finding out that you’re not worth his time?”
If I’d had an inkling of how low Houston would stoop just to keep control, I would have warned Braxton. He’d used her, and the worst part was that she still had no idea.
Loren stepped toward Houston until they were nearly chest to chest. “You think because you fucked her first that makes her untouchable?”
Scrubbing his hand down his face, Houston gave me a tired look. “I’m doing the best I can, Rich. What more do you want from me?” “To find a way that doesn’t involve you being a major dick. Braxton didn’t deserve what you did. Neither did Loren.”
Loren flew from the bed, naked and as shameless as the day he was born. I’d seen his dick so many times that I could probably draw it from memory… I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about that.
“Really? Your solution after screwing me is to insult my fucking intelligence? You didn’t screw Braxton for the band. You wanted her for yourself.” Shoving Houston, he yelled, “Admit it!” Loren was loud enough, I’m sure, to be heard from the next room.
“Come back to the bus.” “Why? Do you need me, Houston?” he taunted. “A monkey could play the bass. That’s what you told me once, remember? Find someone else.” Calvin had been a magician at guitar. We never thought replacing him would be possible, but it helped that we hadn’t given two shits about that cunt. Loren was different. For Bound, there was no one else. For Houston and me, there was no one else.
She had the oddest style, but it worked for her. Before yesterday, I would have fucked her just as hard in her weird clothes as I would out of them.
I watched her innocent brown eyes turn vengeful and then frantically search the ground. I didn’t catch on until she’d already snatched up the largest rock she could find. “Stop kissing me, asshole!” Shit. I barely got my arms around her before she could chuck the rock at the back of Houston’s skull. Losing her grip, it fell to the ground with a heavy thud. She would have knocked him out cold. God forbid he’d end up with a concussion. It was too early in the tour to have to cancel a show. I could already hear Carl’s mouth, and it put me in a foul mood. “Take it easy,” I snapped when she
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“You don’t what?” “I don’t hate you.” “Then why won’t you look at me?” Because I was too busy staring at a spot on the wall as if it held the answers to why I kept fucking up my life. The more I became invested in Braxton, the deeper my hole grew. “Because you’re Houston’s now. That means I shouldn’t want the things I do when I look at you.” She placed her hands on my chest, and I let her push my back against the door. “I can be yours too.”
I always knew Braxton was in my head. She proved as much when she dropped to her knees in front of me. I didn’t stop her when she unbuckled my belt and pulled the tab on my jeans free. Before she could unzip me, though, I grabbed her wrists. “You don’t have to do this,” I told her and immediately wished I could take it back. “I’ll stay.” “Well, that’s a relief.” She pulled her hands away. Fuck. I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it through the night. I’d never been this hard. Instead of standing, however, she held my gaze.
I snapped out of it in time to push my jeans and boxers down enough to free my dick. Braxton wasted no time licking the tip. I felt like I was fourteen again and about to receive my first blow job. Only this time, I was emotionally invested.
When she found her rhythm, my eyes drifted close, and my head fell back against the door. Fuck, Braxton. I kept my eyes closed for maybe two seconds top—long enough to realize I wanted to watch every second.
The wet sound of me fucking her mouth was curling my goddamn toes.
Braxton’s lips parted when I teased them with my dick, and I was back in her mouth again with a groan. This time I didn’t hold back. I wasn’t Rich, and she wasn’t Braxton. She was a warm mouth and nothing more. I used her.
This wasn’t about me. If my dick came to play, I’d spend the drive to Denver fucking the memory of every man that came before me from her mind until there was only me.
Sure, Oni asked me to find a way to keep three stubborn rock gods from quitting each other. I wasn’t so sure my vagina was the tool she had in mind, though. Sridhar was ruthless enough not to care how I got it done, but she would disapprove of me being stupid enough to fall for them.
I wanted this night to be about him, so I tried turning him down. He’d seen right through me as I’d seen through him. I didn’t know he’d been making room in his heart for me until I allowed his best friend to have me.
With his mouth still pressed hard against mine, he whispered, “I think I’m in trouble.” Rich deepened the kiss, which saved me from telling him he had no idea how much.
“Braxton’s popularity has grown to the point that the label felt it wise to sell backstage passes without my knowledge.” “Wait. What?” Loren snapped. He then looked at me and narrowed his gaze as if this were my doing.
“Well, if you guys could manage it with your sparkling personalities, I’m sure I’ll be just fine.” Rich’s gaze swung to me, his silver eyes panicking when he realized he’d offended me. I already knew that wasn’t what he intended. He wanted to protect me, but I could handle myself. I was getting good at dealing with their shit. “No, that’s not—I didn’t mean—” I took his much larger hand in mine and squeezed. “It’s fine. I know.”
“When do the meet-and-greets begin?” I questioned Xavier. He looked at his watch and then at the door behind me, which had just opened. “Now.” I was glad that I wasn’t still holding Rich’s hand. I didn’t want the first impression Bound’s fans had of me to be that I screwed my way to the top. Everyone knew that assumptions spread rumors, and facts were optional. I happened to have fucked, sucked, and made out with each member of Bound.
“Wait. Where are you going?” Rich called out. When I didn’t stop or turn back, he rushed after me until he reached my side. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll make Braxton.” “Are you serious right now?” “As a fucking heart attack.” “Fine! All right!” he yelled, making me stop in my tracks halfway through the tunnel. “We fooled around, but we didn’t have sex, so just leave her alone. You’ve done enough.” Had I? I thought I’d made myself clear, but every move I made, the three of them found a way to outmaneuver me. I moved Braxton to another bus, and they followed her.
