“Let’s go, rockstars!” Chace calls out, slapping the side of the van keys against his palm. “Reverb waits for no one!”
Trey grabs his coffee and hauls his bag over one shoulder. Sam double checks the gear list for the fifth time like he doesn’t trust the universe to get it right.
The energy is electric, buzzing with the kind of anticipation that only comes before a gig—the promise of music, fans, late nights under string lights, and the kind of memories that cling like cigarette smoke and sweat.
I grab Mac’s bag in one hand, my guitar in the other, but before we head out, I pull her to me. Kiss her slow. Meaningful.
“You good?” I ask, searching her eyes.
She nods, eyes shining. “I’m with you, aren’t I?”
Goddamn. This girl.
“We’ll be right out,” I call over my shoulder to the guys, already reaching for Mac.
She lets out a surprised squeal as I lift her clean off the floor and toss her over my shoulder like she weighs nothing. My hand slides down to tug Braden’s hoodie lower, covering her bare ass before any of those assholes get a look.
“Logan!” she laughs, hitting my back playfully. “What are you doing?”
“Saving my sanity,” I grunt, marching us straight back up the stairs.
I kick the bedroom door shut behind us and lower her slowly onto her feet, my hands firm at her hips. Her hair’s a mess, her smile wicked, her legs bare—and I swear I’m about to combust.
“Baby,” I murmur, brushing my fingers up her thighs, “any other day, I’d let you strut around like this. Hell, I’d worship the ground you walk on while you do. But knowing you’ve got no panties on, surrounded by three guys who don’t know how to keep their eyes to themselves?”
I take a step closer, crowding her against the bed, voice lowering to a gravelly whisper.
“That shit’s gonna kill me. My cock’s gonna be hard as steel all day. So please—and I’m asking real nice here—put some on.”
She bites her bottom lip, eyes glittering with challenge and heat.
“You do it for me,” she says, her voice sultry, daring, as she lifts her arms and lets the hoodie fall just enough to reveal her soft curves, her trust in me.
Fuck.
I reach into her drawer, fishing out a pair of black lace panties, and drop to my knees in front of her.
My fingers graze her legs as I slide them up—slow, deliberate. She shudders, her breath hitching, her eyes never leaving mine.
“You have no idea what this view does to me,” I mutter, placing a kiss on the inside of her right thigh. She trembles. “You let me worship you like this, angel... and I’ll never stop.”
Another kiss, softer, higher this time. “This mouth?” I whisper against her skin. “It was made to ruin you in the best ways.”
She gasps, her hand tangling in my hair, eyes wide and glassy.
“You feel that, sweetheart?” I ask, sliding the lace into place and running my hands up her sides. “That ache building low and slow? That’s all me. And I’ll take care of it the second we’re alone tonight.”
By the time I’m on my feet again, she’s breathless and dazed, cheeks flushed, lips parted like she’s still catching up to everything I just said—everything I just did.
I grin down at her, tugging the hoodie gently over her hips, fingers brushing the waistband of the lace.
“Now,” I say with a wink, “be a good girl and make sure you dress warm. It’s gonna be a long day.”
She groans softly, rolling her eyes like she’s annoyed—but that smile, that blush, that look in her eyes?
That’s mine, and I never plan on letting it go.
The hum of the road beneath the tires is a steady lull as we cruise east out of Vancouver. Mac is curled into my side in the backseat of the van, her cheek resting on my chest, legs tangled with mine like it’s always been this way.
