Fuck me.
Stas is sitting behind the tiny kitchen island, waves of golden hair flowing down her bare shoulders. She’s wearing a red sundress that hugs her curves like it isn’t enough of a punch to my gut just to exist in her presence.
Her pretty brown eyes slide up to meet mine, and I know today is going to test my willpower. Would it be so bad if I told everyone I was involved with the two of them?
Considering it’s no secret among my bandmates that I fuck around, I doubt the news would be well-received.
“Liam,” she greets, offering a shy smile.
My gaze falls to her matching red nails, and I feel the phantom of them clawing at my chest and back when I fucked her last night, right after she rode Beau to her first orgasm.
I’m flooded with the desire to stride across the room and fuse our bodies together. I’d ease a hand behind her neck and bring those full, pouty lips to mine. Hoist her up on that kitchen counter. Spread her out and bury my cock so deep in her body, she’d be sore for days once I’m done with her.
“Stasi.” I strive for an uninterested tone.
Must not be convincing enough because Hail’s watching me with furrowed brows. Yeah, he didn’t miss me checking out his sister. Wouldn’t be the first time. I wish I could promise him it would be the last.
Like the solid fucking friend he is, Hail moves to embrace me. He’s one of the few humans whom I allow to touch me like this.
When he hangs on a little too long, I squeeze him hard enough to pop his back.
“Ah, fuck,” he wheezes. “Alright, I get it.”
Drawing back, I look him over. He looks good. He lookshappy.
Hail’s eyes flick to someone behind me, and I know from the way they shine with love, it can only be one person. I turn to take in my best friend’s obsession—a dark-haired, tall, pretty male.
“How’s it going?” I reach out to ruffle Z’s mess of curls.
He gives me a soft smile in return. “Good, thanks.”
We catch up on his time in London teaching music to kids. I tell him about the artists I’m working with in the studio.
And then my gaze instinctively drifts back to Stasi. She’s walking the length of the pool in the backyard, every now and then dipping her toes in the water.
“Do you want a drinkbeforeorafterI force you to grill?” Hail asks, cracking open the fridge. “I stocked up on Coke just for you.”
“Brought my own, thanks. How you gonna coerce me into free labor now?”
Hail looks to Z for help.
“I told you I’d grill,” Z answers in a quiet voice.
I move to grab the tray of meat Hail pulled out of the fridge. “You know I’ve got it covered.”
“Oh, so you’d makemegrill, but if Z offers to do it, you immediately volunteer,” Hail complains.
Shaking my head, I grab a drink from the cooler and slip out the back door.
“Beckner!” Cora, one of Atonement's guitar techs, calls out, raising her beer in greeting.
I nod in her direction, expecting another conversation, but she’s too wrapped up in Maria to wander over. There might be a spark of something there. Or maybe a companionship formed out of necessity since they have to deal with the chaos twins—Malek and Griff.
Either way, I get to watch Stasi uninterrupted from behind the grill.
Her gaze flicks my way, and she graces me with a warm smile. Then she begins a risky game of torture, starting with her tugging her dress over her head to reveal a sexy dark blue bikini.
My mouth goes dry. I watch in agony as she ties up her hair and begins applying sunscreen to her shoulders. I’m tempted to stalk over there and help, but I know the second I touch her it’ll be game over. Even twenty feet away, I’m barely clinging to sanity.
