Rowan’s quiet, and when I look over, he’s chewing on the inside of his cheek, like he doesn’t know what to say in response to that. Finally, his brows pinch, and he asks, “Do you really think he’d do that?”
“Yeah.” I huff out a dry laugh. “Sebastian fucking hates me. He’d do anything to get me out of the picture.”
“Why does he hate you?”
Pushing out a breath, I run the pad of my thumb across my bottom lip. “Because I make his job harder.”
With a shake of his head, he says, “Well, yeah, but surely that’s part of the job description.”
“You’d think,” I muse.
“But…” He seems at a loss for words. “You’re the drummer. They need you.”
I can’t help but scoff at his ignorance. “You act like no band has ever replaced a member before. Everybody is fucking replaceable, Rowan.”
“What does your band think about it?”
Groaning, I throw my hands in the air. “Why do you ask so many fucking questions?”
“How else are you supposed to get to know—hey! Where are you going?”
I’m already halfway across the empty room as I grit out, “Away from you and your yappy fucking mouth.”
Of fucking course,I hear his feet pad along the linoleum floor, following me. Because why wouldn’t he? “Sheesh, you’re touchy, my friend.”
“Not your fucking friend,” I growl, rounding the corner. I don’t know where the fuck I’m going. I can’t even remember if this is the direction we originally came from.
“I’ll bet you a thousand bucks, one day you’ll change your mind about that.”
“Dumb way for you to lose a grand,” I quip. “That’ll never happen.”
“You know what I think?” he asks, to which I quickly tell him “No,” but it doesn’t matter. He keeps going. “I think you, deep down, really do like me. You’re just afraid to let anybody in.”
Huffing out a laugh, I say, “Not afraid of shit.”
“I saw the way you looked at me when you fucked me the other day.” The sheer mention of that day makes my cock twitch in my pants. “You didn’t look at me like someone you hated.”
“It’s lust, princess. Don’t confuse it for anything more than a natural physical reaction to a willing body before me. You were a tight, warm hole for me to use. Nothing more.”
Rowan snorts from behind me. “Yeah, like I fucking believe—”
He’s cut off mid-sentence when I finally lose my cool, spinning around and grabbing him by the front of his stupid fucking shirt with both hands, hauling him into the nearest room. He gasps, hands gripping my forearms, legs fumbling for balance as I kick the door shut with my foot, shoving him into the wall. Our eyes meet briefly, his pupils blown, darkness edging from the corners of his deep green irises. The tension in the air shifts, thickening into something palpable. The hunger in his gaze no doubt matching my own.
My lips crash down on his before he even has a chance to catch his breath, my tongue sweeping into his mouth with fervor. He tastes like marijuana and mint, a heady, addicting combination.
It takes his brain a moment to catch up, clearly having been taken completely by surprise. My hands continue to fist his t-shirt, keeping his hard, lean body flush with mine as he tilts his head, opening wider, giving me better access to deepen the kiss. I greedily lick every corner of Rowan’s mouth, leaving no space untouched as one hand reaches up, gripping his throat, the other sliding up to cup the back of his head. He whimpers, the sound like music to my ears as I swallow it, devouring him.
I revel in the reactions he gives me.
My cock thickens behind my pants in no time at all, and with his body pressed against me, I can tell he’s hard too. Pushing my hips out, I grind my groin against his, loving the contented sigh he breathes into me from the friction.
Despite not wanting to, I rip my lips from his, trailing along his jaw until I reach his neck. A full body shiver racks through him as I suck on the sensitive flesh below his ear, rolling my erection into his. With my lips next to the shell of his ear, I say, “Looks like this is the only way to shut you up, princess.”
My hands trail down his body, wrapping around his waist until I’m gripping two firm handfuls of his round ass.
Rowan groans. “Please, do continue,” he murmurs with a laugh that quickly morphs into a moan as I continue to drag my covered erection along his.
I’m suddenly wishing for far less clothes than we have on. Rowan seems to feel the same, because in the blink of an eye, he has my pants shoved halfway down my thighs, freeing my aching cock. He does the same with his, lining our lengths up before bringing his hand up between us, spitting into his open palm.
