Chapter 19
Nineteen
“Fuck, man, should we wake them?” I ask Seth, my sights glued to Danica.
We’re both standing inside Reed’s bedroom on the tour bus, gazing over at her fast asleep next to him, both of them breathing heavily, bodies tangled together. All peaceful… well, except for the part where her hand is moving frantically up and down over his cock under the thin sheet.
I turn my head to the side, stepping closer. Is she really asleep while jerking him off? Her face is angelic, deep exhales, and she’s gone to the world. Why can’t she crawl into my bed while I’m sleeping for an amazing handjob?
Lifting the blanket, just to make sure I’m seeing right, I take a good look.
Her hand is tightly grasping his erection, and she’s working it hard. The guy’s about to blow, and by the looks of it, neither is conscious. She’s going to wake up with one cramped arm.
Seth laughs to himself at the sight. “I left her in my room asleep an hour ago, so did she sleepwalk to him?”
“Reed told me she’s been doing that since she moved in, and when she wakes up, she has no recollection of how she got into his bed. So, it’s going to be awkward this morning for them. To be a fly on the wall.”
He doesn’t respond as we both watch Reed lying there asleep with the biggest fucking smile on his face. Damn, I know that feeling of being with Danica, and by the screaming and slamming of the bed into the wall coming from Seth’s room last night, so does he.
“In her sleep, she’s like a cat,” I say, unable to stop watching her pumping hand. “Always going to the one person who shows her little attention.”
“It’s her heat drawing them together,” Seth murmurs. “He’s denying his body’s primal urges, but it seems that unconsciously, they’ve found another way to create a bond with each other.”
I nod, unable to glance away. The urge to dive in there and rip her out of his arms to get her to focus on my cock is like a drum in my head… racing, pounding, frantic to make her mine, again and again.
In our band, we don’t always share girls, but what I’m feeling now is different. There’s no jealousy that gnaws at me. Fuck, I’m happy for Reed and want Danica to develop a relationship with all three of us, but the ache in my chest is the fear of missing out. A yearning to be part of every moment with her, to hear her laugh, to feel her body against mine, to do anything in my power to make her smile.
“If I stay here and watch this for a second longer, I’ll do something crazy like steal her away,” Seth says, mirroring my thoughts. “They need to just go fucking through it to get over their damn hang-ups with each other.” Seth turns away, nudging me in the arm with his shoulder to follow him. “They’ll get up soon enough.”
Fuck, I’m not ready to leave. Reluctantly, I twist to walk out, taking one last glance at my little mouse. The longing in my chest twists, desperate to be part of her world, to share everything with her, to be there and catch her if she falls.
Sucking in a sharp breath as Reed starts groaning, I push out of the room and shut the door behind me.
Stepping out of the bus, I’m instantly greeted by an empty parking area behind the grand hotel, a section they reserve just for special guests. The early morning air hits me, a sharp difference from the warmth and heavy Omega scents I’ve just left behind. The place has been cleared out for us.
I glance up at the hotel. We’ve booked out all the rooms on this side of the hotel, ensuring as much privacy as possible.
The first concert looms, adrenaline already thumping through my veins. It’s exhilarating, a sensation that inhales us no matter how many times we experience it.
Yet my mind remains back inside, on the bus, with her. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve made plans to ensure she has no choice but to share my bed tonight. Seth’s had his turn, and Reed will be distant from her as usual, so that leaves my little mouse to me.
Seth strolls over to our two drivers, who take shifts during the long drives. Today is about setting up, rehearsals, triple-checking everything, and fighting for privacy from our fans.
Then, as if on cue, the sound of rising voices reaches my ears, no doubt fans already gathering at the front of the hotel. Their excitement and energy are infectious. I fucking love the impact we have them on, that they have on us.
Part of me is thrilled for Danica to experience it with us, to have her alongside us the whole way.
Danica
My eyes flip open, waking me instantly, yet something feels off.
Heat burns off me, and my arm is throbbing painfully for some reason. It takes me a few groggy seconds to fully wake up and orientate myself to find I’m not in Seth’s bedroom.
When I twist my head, I find Reed snoozing next to me in bed, on his back and smiling like a lunatic.
Panic in my chest snaps awake. I must have sleepwalked into his room again.
Really smooth, Danica.
I hate that when I look at him, my heart flutters. He’s so damn handsome, I have no willpower to completely hate him. That’s when I realize I’m holding his damn cock again and jerking him off.
What the hell’s wrong with me?
On cue with the madness, his dick starts pulsing like he’s about to burst.
Oh, fuck, fuck.
I rip my vice-grip off his massive erection, shoving myself out of bed like I’m on fire.
Reed grunts, making me jump, my heart slamming into my throat.
I whip around on my feet and snatch one of his pillows to cover my naked body, startled to find him pumping into the scrunched-up bed sheets he has bunched up over his cock. While he’s howling his climax, a mix of confusion and shock crosses his face as he stares over at me with wild eyes.
“Wh-What the hell—” He’s suddenly hissing, eyes rolling back as he grips his cock, drenching those sheets, his hips rocking. “What did you do to me?” His voice crackles with disbelief.
“Well, it’s kind of obvious, but I didn’t mean to. This is the last bed I want to be in.” I’m talking fast, nervous as hell. He might be enjoying it, but he doesn’t sound happy.
My gaze stays fixed on him, and I can’t get my feet to move away from his bed. When he finally settles down, he flops back onto the bed, catching his breath, his hand still clutching the bedsheets to himself.
Despite my hot cheeks, the embarrassment in my chest, and the absolute absurdity of the situation, I can’t help it—I burst out laughing. It’s just too much to see his shock while also enjoying himself.
He’s finally upright, standing on the other side of the bed to me, holding the sheets tightly to his groin, wearing an expression of incredulity on his face. He’s blinking like he’s trying to clear the sleep from his eyes and keeps staring down at his predicament.
“You think this is funny?” he growls.
“Wasn’t it good?” I ask, trying to stop myself from chuckling.
His gaze narrows on me. “This is… fuck… non-consensual…” I doubt he’s even fully awake if that’s the best comeback he’s got.
I roll my eyes. “Come on, we were both fast asleep. How would that work?”
Snatching a pillow off the bed, he hurls it at me hard—payback, no doubt, to the last time I did that to him.
I duck as the pillow flies directly over me and crashes into the bedside table, sending everything flying off, including his iPad. It flips onto the floor and switches on, revealing the last thing he was watching—a still image from a video of Jasper bending me over in the elevator, with my bare ass in the air.
My stomach drops to my feet.
“Oh my God…” My voice shudders, my pulse racing, staring up at him, then back down at the iPad. “You kept the video from the elevator and have been watching it?”
I stand there, frozen, while a corner of his mouth pulls upward in a devious grin when I glance back up at him, proving just how guilty he is.
“A guy’s got to deal with boredom somehow, especially with all the sounds you were making in Seth’s room last night,” he chides, as if he has to be an asshole at any chance he gets. “But don’t get too excited. The video did nothing for me.”
I stand there, shaking from his insult, then glance back down at the image of Jasper and me on his iPad screen, glaring up at me. I should shake it off, ignore him, yet my response blurts out.
But that’s when I notice him also staring at my scared arm…and a horrible sensation ripples over me. One of disgust in myself, of needing to cover myself and hide from the world.
What’s he thinking? How revolting I am, how disgusted he must feel at the thought of me touching him?
“Stop staring at me,” I murmur, curling in on myself, stepping away, needing to get out of there. “And I get it. I’m not good enough for you.” There’s a sharper edge to my voice I hadn’t expected, but his earlier flippant remark hurt me, his eyes on my disfigured arm like being exposed for the real ugly Omega I am.
As he straightens, looking every bit the handsome jerk that he is.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he grunts, and his words irritate me.
Is he deliberately pushing my buttons? I turn to my side so my arm is facing away from him.
“Well then, enlighten me,” I shoot back, a shiver climbing through me at having this argument here, now. I don’t know why I bother and should just get the hell out of his room… Except if I’m going to keep sleepwalking into his room because something is happening to us on an unconscious level, I need to understand him.
“Why do you care? You’ve got Seth and Jasper. It’s no big deal with me,” he blurts out, and his words keep cutting deep.
I blink, stunned, hating how much it stings, hating that I even care what he thinks. And is it me, or does he sound slightly jealous? My eyes burn with angry tears. Why the damn should I worry about what he thinks?
Then his gaze suddenly widens. “Wait, are you going to cry?” He almost sounds like he cares.
“Fuck you!” Fury punches me in the gut. Crying in front of him is the last thing I want. “You’re so dumb,” I retort, my voice cracking with hurt and anger, even if I’m cringing at my childish response to how worked up he’s got me.
“Real nice, Danica,” he states with a hint of something in his voice, as if that pains him. “Maybe stop wasting your time coming into my room to win me over. It’s not going to happen.”
Except the longer I’m standing there, covered just by a pillow, arguing with him, the more I’m burning up. My insides are swirling in a chaotic storm of frustration and anger, of embarrassment. But there’s something else. The undeniable pull to him—my arousal.
In a moment of fury, I snatch his iPad from the floor and hurl it at him. It’s a rash move, driven by manic emotions. It hurts when he pushes me away, and I’m furious with myself that I’m drawn to him.
He swiftly moves out of the way of the iPad, which crashes against the wall with a sickening thud.
“What the fuck!” he barks, a startled shock in his voice. “What was that for?”
He’s watching me now, and I feel his gaze like a physical touch… like he’s stroking me, and I’m about to beg him for more.
I’m shaking, hugging the pillow.
God, I need to get away from him.
“Use your words,” he mocks me, his tone almost coaxing. “If you’ve got something to say, then speak up. Don’t break my stuff.”
“Fine,” I reply, squaring my shoulders and holding his gaze. I’m a mess of emotions, my body pulsing with heat, as though I’m standing directly under the scorching sun. “I get you don’t like me, that you’re grossed out by my scars, but my heat is making me come into your bed, and I can’t control it. We need a plan, so we don’t wake up like this every morning and leave you horrified.” The words tumble past my lips on fast forward.
He just stares at me while I’m standing there, feeling stupid and conflicted. Part of me screams that I should storm out of his room, but another part is curious, wanting to discover what he’ll do and say. But when he says nothing, I take my first step to get out of there until he blocks my path.
“Don’t put words in my mouth, Danica. Now be a good girl and give me a sec, okay?” Then he darts out of the room.
What the hell now?
I pace in his room, noting his iPad is shattered on the floor. Well, that was a bit of an overreaction, but I don’t regret a thing. I find one of his t-shirts and I quickly drag it on, feeling slightly less exposed with my scars covered. The fabric falls mid-thigh.
Footsteps sound behind me minutes later. Reed returns, looking surprisingly fresh and wrapped in a towel from his waist down. It’s impossible to miss the sharp angles of his muscles and the heavy ink over his torso and arms.
My attention lingers on the large raven tattoo that sprawls across the left side of his chest. The bird’s wings are outstretched, one of them reaching up toward his shoulder and collarbone. Feathers are shaded to give them depth. Same with the raven’s head, turned forward, eyes—deep and penetrating—staring forward as if ready for anything coming Reed’s way. It’s beautiful.
He suddenly tosses another towel to me. Wow, thoughtful! That’s new for him.
Awkwardness hangs in the air as I wrap the towel around myself, then shimmy the pillow down my body from under the towel. All under his watchful eye. Glancing up at his wandering sight, my stomach drops when his sight settles on my body for a bit too long.
“So, you wanted to set up some plan between us?” he asks, his gravelly voice vibrating through me.
I sharpen my attention on his gaze, now meeting mine.
“Yeah,” I answer with a wobbly voice. We’re standing only two feet apart, and his manly, musky scent lulls me into arousal. It happens so fast, I’m too slow to fight my insides twisting for him. His pupils widen, the corner of his mouth curling upward in an expression that melts my insides. Is he okay, or is he being impacted by our closeness, too? And yet, I’m stunned he hasn’t told me to leave his room yet after seeing my ugly arm.
Being this near to him in the cramped-up bedroom, an inferno is swallowing me.
I sense the traces of my heat returning… it’s been this way since last night with Seth. Me letting him tie me up, bringing me to arousal, fucking and knotting me, ignited something inside me. And it hasn’t tamed down. Clearly. Right now, I’m staring at Reed as though I need to rip his towel off and beg him to put out my flames.
Except that’s me asking for more complications between us, and I don’t want him to break my heart.
So, I step away from him, my sights on the door.
“Being near you isn’t good for either of us.” I rush to get away from him, but before I step a foot outside the small bedroom, he snatches my wrist, his grip firm but not painful. Electricity jolts up my arm from his touch, every nerve ending alight.
“This isn’t a good idea,” I murmur, twisting to face him. His bedroom eyes and that expression of pure lust do nothing to tamp down my flames. I can barely swallow past my dry throat.
“I know.” He doesn’t move or let me go.
There we are, neither separating, and I’m breathless with how fast my heart’s thumping in my chest. Slick slips onto my inner thighs the longer he touches me. Liquid flames race through my veins, and I can’t focus on anything but the lust of my body and the Alpha in front of me with hunger in his gaze.
His thumb gently rubs the inside of my wrist, coaxing a purr from my throat. Despite his actions, his erection pushing against his towel, there’s war behind his eyes.
“You know you can’t blame me if this goes anywhere,” I whisper, my voice caught in my lungs.
His brow furrows as if reality slams into him, and his grip loosens around my wrist. A deep ache settles in my gut. I can’t deny the disappointment that feels very much like rejection.
My heat is confusing me because my head is telling me to walk away. Yet every other inch of me demands I beg him to make me his.
In a moment of clarity, I make a break for the open door.
Before I escape, he’s there again, grabbing my arm and pulling me back into his room against him. He’s touching my scared arm and isn’t flinching away. Was he honest earlier when he asked me not to put words in his mouth?
In a heartbeat, he’s got me with my back pinned to the wall.
We’re face to face.
His breathing grows heavy while mine is racing.
Our bodies are tense, yet we’re pressed together, his erection pushing against my stomach.
“I have no control around you,” he growls, his hand pushing through my hair, curling around to the back of my head where he fists it. “Yet I crave you to the point of madness, and I’m trying so fucking hard to resist you, to keep away from you, but you’re making it impossible.”
“Well, I hate you, too,” I murmur, sounding out of breath.
Then his lips are on mine, giving me no chance to respond or to push him back. I lose myself just as quickly, even forgetting my name from how passionately he kisses. It’s powerful, captivating, and electrifying. He’s a starved man who’s finally taking what he wants, and his kiss demands that I’m his.
I melt against him, clenching my thighs. Desire burns through me, owning me.
My heart gives a squeeze, my body quivering against his. I run my hands across his strong shoulders, then down to where his biceps are tense and bulging.
Butterflies burst through me while kissing Reed. This gorgeous Alpha, I want to hate so badly, but I’m fooling no one about how dangerously I long for him.
Arousal crashes through me, my pulse drumming under my breastbone. So much so, my fingers are already pulling at his towel until it drops to his feet. His eyes darken, holding mine as he breaks our kiss. The Alpha I’m staring at is no longer just Reed, the guitarist for Fever, but a ravenous man who’s found his Omega.
My pulse is skyrocketing.
Then, with a grin, he snatches my towel and rips it off me.
“Reed—”
He’s kissing me again, pleasure scorching me. I can’t even remember what I was going to say because I’m desperate for him.
I whimper, my hands curling around the back of his neck, drawing him closer, pushing my breasts against his chest. We’re kissing like we’re on fire, and I can’t decide if I want to push him to the bed so I can ride him or keep kissing. The thought of him breaking away from me is pure torture.
My body writhes against him, and he’s growling under his breath. Hastily, he scoops a hand under my thigh and lifts that leg, and I curl it around his hip.
Next thing I know, I’m off my feet, wrapped around him.
This is Reed, the Alpha who growled at me, rejected me, and I’m purring for him to never stop.
With me pinned against the wall, one hand under my ass, the other against a breast, he’s kissing me like a demon. His tongue pushes into my mouth, exploring, tasting.
The tip of his cock pushes into me.
“Yes,” I exhale into his mouth. Of course, that’s the opposite of what I should be saying, except my body’s betraying me. She desires Reed like he’s our god, and we need to worship him.
He pinches my nipple to that perfect point of pleasure and pain, and his touch pulls a whimper from me.
“Tell me to stop,” he growls, as he kisses all over my face.
“Would you even listen to me if I did?” I asked breathlessly.
He pushes into me more, squeezing in past my slick folds and deeper into me.
I moan, my fingers digging into him as I hold on.
“Fuck, you feel incredible, Danica.”
I whine louder as he thrusts deeper, our lips brushing, breaths tangled.
“Lucky for you,” I murmur. “I want you exactly where you are.”
He’s suddenly laughing, and honestly, it’s a strange sound coming from him, as it’s rare to hear him chuckling.
Except this is the most genuine I’ve seen him. And I adore him with every inch of my being.
“I’m only doing this to help you with your heat,” he mutters, then licks my neck before pulling my earlobe into his mouth. Yet I feel him smiling, and this time, I’m laughing at him deluding himself.
“Sure you are…” Breaking into a groan, an explosive pulse of desire sweeps through me, the need surging to the depths of my core. This isn’t just me being horny as hell with Reed, but my growing heat pulsing forward in waves.
Suddenly, the air rings with my cries at the ache, at the arousal, at how drenched I’m becoming.
That only seems to make Reed smile wider.
“Hold on, Omega, I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
My mouth opens with a half-hearted response that fades as he grips my hips and plunges in and out of me with the speed of lightning.
God!
Breathing racing, I’m convinced the whole tour bus is shaking from how hard he’s pounding into me as I cling to him, needing this like I need oxygen.
He lifts his head, facing me, this beautiful man consumed by me. The corners of his mouth are tense, but he’s staring deep into my eyes like he’s hypnotized. Part of me recognizes that he’s lost to the lust, but just as I’m riding his cock, I’m only semi-aware of what’s really going on between us.
“More, please more.” The words peel from my lips, my insides consumed by desire.
“I’ve got you,” he purrs, then he fucks me like an animal, hard, brutal, drawing out my pleasure.
Vibrating all over, he dives deliciously deep. An orgasm rolls over me so suddenly, so explosively, I shudder in his arms. He kisses me, stealing my screams, while his hips never relent.
“Fuck,” he hisses against me. “You’re so tight, but I’m not ready to blow, not yet. I’m going to fuck you until you pass out from orgasms, then I’ll knot you so fucking hard, you’ll never forget you had my cock inside your tight pussy.”
I’m seizing on his erection, in his arms from my first climax with him, yet his words… fuck me, his words send me into a wilder orgasm. Explosive waves of heat roll over me, swirling around my pussy.
“I’ll hold you to that promise,” I whisper when I finally find my breath.