In fact, it had heightened it.
I slammed the shot glass down on the bar top and made a swirling motion with my finger, telling the bartender to bring me another. The buzz in my veins just wasn’t where I wanted it to be. Kit was in my mind’s eye, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d fucked up with her.
I should’ve never ran out on her.
I should’ve stayed there and claimed her.
Seeing that guy from Flix touching Kit had every protective instinct inside me wanting to mark her like a wild animal. She was driving me insane with lust. Now, I was just pissed at myself.
As soon as the drink was placed in front of me, my eyes roamed the area. I needed to find Kit. This was going to end now. My feet hit the ground, and I turned for the exit. I searched the food tent first, but she was nowhere to be found. Jude and Kade were out by the trailer, helping our crew load up the equipment. “Have you seen Kit?”
“No.” Jude frowned. “I thought she was with you.”
“She wasn’t on the bus?” Kade asked, setting a guitar case on the ground.
“I haven’t looked there yet,” I replied.
“Check with Steven,” Jude suggested, handing off a tote of merchandise. “If you need us, we will start looking for her.”
“I’ll check the tents and the bus,” I said, leaving my bandmates to finish loading up.
I looped off around the buses and searched the entire backstage area, even asking the guys from Flix if they’d seen her. Will offered to help me, but I didn’t want him anywhere near her. She was mine.
My heart thundered in my chest as I stepped on the bus and she wasn’t sitting on the couch. She was nowhere to be found. As I pulled the curtain back on her bunk, I cursed again. Her bag was missing and there wasn’t a note. Her bass was still in the back of the bus, so I knew she hadn’t left us by flying out of town. “Where the fuck is she?”
“She left about an hour ago,” Steven announced as he climbed on the bus.
“What?” My voice hardened as I marched toward our tour manager. “Where is she?”
“She texted me out of the blue. Said she was going to hit The Strip and would be back before it was time to leave.” He held up his phone for me to see the message.
I’m heading to The Strip for some alone time. I’ll be back before the wheels turn on the bus.
I didn’t say anything as I pushed past him. I grabbed a worker and asked where I could get a cab. After a few directions, I found my way out of the venue and into a cab. My fingers flew over the keyboard on my phone as we drove.
Where are you?
She didn’t answer me for a good five minutes.
At Caesar’s.
I told the driver my new destination and didn’t reply to her message. She had to know I was coming for her. My protective side was on a hair trigger. If she was with another man, I may just kill him. I’d had enough of our constant go-arounds. It was time to claim Kit Ellis for myself.
Fuck the band.
I wanted her.
I paid the fare and slid out of the cab. The doorman held the door open, and I cursed under my breath when he called me by name. I’d been here plenty of times before, and I shouldn’t have been surprised that I was recognized. After my old band had hit number one on the charts, we’d all flown to Vegas and partied at this exact hotel, spending more money than anyone should on liquor and whores.
My first stop was at the hotel check-in. It didn’t take long before I was given a key to a room, and then my next goal was to find Kit. As I walked, my eyes searched every slot machine and card table in my path. Just as I was about to start yelling her name, I found her.
The bright blonde in her hair stood out against the multicolored lights over the small bar. She was seated at the end, sipping on a mixed drink, and thankfully, she was alone. I didn’t know if she sensed me or what, but her head jerked to the side and our eyes met. She blinked twice and looked down at her drink. She turned it up and drained the glass, setting it down heavily on the bar. She spun on the stool, dropping her foot to the ground. After a heavy sigh, she stood up and walked straight toward me. I met her halfway.
“Don’t you ever run away from me,” I snarled as I pulled her flush with my body.
“Aiden,” she began, but my narrowed eyes caused her to press her lips together.
“Do you realize that this town isn’t the safest place to be roaming around alone?” I tried…I really tried to control my temper, but the thought of her being picked up by some loser at the casino set my teeth on edge.
“I was safe, Aiden,” she huffed, looking around the bar. “Why are you even here?”
“You left me,” I said, watching her eyes darken with lust.
“I didn’t leave you,” she sighed, her shoulders slumping with exhaustion. “I wanted to be alone.”
“Why?” I asked, my heart dropping to my stomach. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she promised, and a soft smile pulled up the corner of her full lips.
“You seem to have a habit of not telling me everything, Kit,” I pushed.
Something was bothering her, and I wanted to know exactly what it was. There was a deep seated need in my gut to protect and provide for her. Why? I had no fucking clue. She was working her way under my skin, and I couldn’t shake it. I couldn’t let her go. I wanted to claim her for my own.
“I just needed some time alone to think,” she said quietly.
“Come with me,” I ordered, pulling her along toward the bank of elevators that lead to the hotel rooms.
“This is a bad idea,” she said as soon as the doors closed.
“No, this is right,” I replied, turning to the side so I could cup her soft cheek. We searched each other’s face for a few seconds like we were looking for a sign that this shouldn’t happen. When we found none, I pushed her into the corner and took her lips with mine.
As soon as we connected, I felt the fire inside her come to life. She wasn’t hesitant with her return kisses. No, she took everything I directed at her and she gave it back to me just as strongly. My cock hardened painfully when her body melted into mine, and I swore my knees almost buckled when her hand cupped my erection.
The ding of the elevator was the only thing that made us separate. The room was down the hallway, and I had her up in my arms with her legs wrapped around my waist by the time I slid the card in the lock.
I didn’t even bother turning on any lights as I walked us toward the bed; only the one in the bathroom had been left on by housekeeping. As soon as my legs hit the bed, I set her to her feet beside it. Her jacket was tossed…somewhere. Mine was nothing but a heap on the floor.
“This vest needs to be burned,” I growled as I unsnapped the buttons. My eyes fell on her large breasts as soon as they were free.
“I like that vest,” she teased.
My lips found hers again and I pushed her down, covering her with my body. There was no way I was going to get undressed until she was completely bare beneath me. I sat back on my knees and unbuttoned her black denim jeans, scooting back until I had to stand and remove her boots. Within seconds, I stood over her naked body and took in her raw beauty.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” I growled as I pulled my shirt over my head. “Open your legs for me, Kit. I want to see what I’m about to feast on.”
She wasn’t shy as her legs fell to the side. Her pussy was bare and glistening with her desire. My knee hit the bed, my eyes focusing on her pink flesh. My shoulder bumped the back of her thigh and she automatically hooked her leg over my shoulder.
“Fuck,” she moaned as my tongue met her sex. Those skillful fingers of hers, the ones that played her instrument with perfection, tangled into my hair and she tightened her hold on my head, directing me to where she liked to be touched…tasted. I took her direction well and, within minutes, she was writhing beneath me.
“I want to taste your pleasure,” I told her as I looked up into her eyes. “Give it
to me, Kit.”
I touched her opening, pressing two fingers inside her. Her pussy clamped down and I felt her shiver. Between my mouth and my hand, I worked her until she screamed my name, grabbing two handfuls of my hair. She lifted her hips and pulled on my head, guiding me exactly where she wanted me. I smiled as she came on my tongue.
“Condom,” she mumbled as I finally climbed up her body.
She was being safe, and I knew it, but fuck if I didn’t have the overwhelming urge to come inside her just so I could mark her with every ounce of pleasure I had inside my body. Yes, it was animalistic, but this woman brought that out of me.
Reaching for my discarded jeans, I fumbled around with my wallet and grabbed the foil packet, tearing it open carefully with my teeth. My hand worked over my cock as I took her mouth with my own. I knew she tasted herself on my lips, and I almost came in my hand when she used her tongue to clean her essence from my chin.
“You are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” I teased, guiding myself to her awaiting heat.
“You have no idea, Aiden Hawke,” she purred, wrapping her legs around my waist.
She was tight, and the part of me that was selfish relished the idea that she hadn’t been with someone in quite some time. No one had seen this body that was beneath me in a long time. No one had claimed her pleasure recently, either. No, Kit Ellis was mine.
My hand tucked behind her ear, and I stroked my thumb over her bottom lip, pulling it down and away from her teeth. She moaned loudly when I leaned in and took the plump flesh with my teeth, biting hard.
“Hold on, baby,” I growled, rotating my hips until her body softened beneath me. Her breasts pressed into my chest as I covered her completely. My balls ached with the need to release, but I focused all of my pent up need on kissing her until we both forgot to breathe.
“God, Aiden,” she cursed, reaching down to grab my ass with both hands. I swore when her nails bit into my flesh.
“Your pussy is hungry, isn’t it?” I demanded, not mistaking the tightening of her sex. Her warmth surrounded me, pulling me in as deep as I could go.
“Fuck me, Aiden,” she ordered, moving her hands to my head.
Our breathing increased; the sounds coming from our mouths were savage. One of her hands moved out of my hair and started to slide down between us, but I grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head.
“I control your pleasure,” I snarled, thrusting deep twice so she knew I was in charge.
“Please,” she cried, lifting her hips for me to give her what she was needing.
“No,” I replied, smirking in the dimly lit room as she cursed under her breath.
I was about to lose control over myself, but I knew that this was probably the only chance I would get to stake my claim over her. The weeks we’d been trapped together on that bus had made me want her more than I had wanted anything else in my life.
Kit was fierce and soft and all the things I wanted in a woman. She was no bunny. No, the bassist for Something Wicked was a devil, and the fire that came from her soul called to me on so many levels.
“I need…” she began, but I shut her up with my tongue in her mouth.
By the time I released her lips, she was bucking against me, the pleas falling from her lips. I finally gave her what she needed by reaching between us and pressing my thumb to her clit. I wanted her on edge. I needed her to come, because I was going to work her until she couldn’t leave the bed. The moment she started crying out my name, I pulled out and grabbed her legs as I slid down her body. Her curse was harsh on the air, but I didn’t give a flying fuck. My tongue found her core and I let her ride out her orgasm on it. She buried those fingers in my hair again and I let her move her body until I’d lapped up all she had to give me.
“I’m not done,” I growled as I rolled over on my back, pulling her by the hips. “Come here.”
“Aiden,” she breathed out, obviously exhausted, but I didn’t care. Like I said, I wasn’t done.
“On top of me,” I directed, helping her throw a leg over my hips. She didn’t protest, and when she grabbed my cock with her warm hand, I tossed my head back and gritted my teeth. Her touch was going to drive me insane.
Her body opened up, taking every inch I had to offer. Kit’s hands landed on my stomach and my fingers wrapped around her waist. I had to guide her for a moment before she recovered enough to take the lead.
My hips bucked, sending her body forward. Instead of falling against my chest, she grabbed ahold of the headboard, sending her breasts right into my face. My hand slid up and cupped her as my tongue snaked out and blazed a path over her dark nipple. When my teeth grazed her, she growled low in her throat.
“Give it to me, Kit,” I demanded, feeling my balls tighten from the feel of her around me. I needed her with me one last time.
“Aiden,” she moaned, rotating her hips. “I…can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” I snarled.
I pushed upward, making sure I hit the spot I knew made her come. Within seconds, she cried out my name and I let go, coming harder than I even thought possible.
Fuck, she rocked my world.
Chapter Eight
Kit
What had I done?
I slept with my bandmate. No, I didn’t sleep with him. I fucked him. I screwed the man who hired me to be in his band. I’d just made the worst mistake of my life.
I reached for my discarded clothes while he was in the shower. I didn’t want to do the walk of shame back on the bus with him at my side. I needed to go back alone. Just as I slid into my boots, I heard the water cut off. A few seconds later, Aiden opened the door and walked out in just a towel.
I thought I’d be able to resist him after I’d gotten him out of my system, but seeing him standing there with the light from the bathroom at his back, I knew once would never be enough with Aiden Hawke.
“Were you about to run away from me?” he asked, one dark eyebrow raised in question. His wet hair fell to one side, covering the other eye. Damn, he was gorgeous. Why did my stupid hormones go haywire whenever he looked at me like that?
“This should’ve never happened, Aiden,” I said, trying to fit these weird feelings inside my heart.
“It was bound to happen,” he retorted, moving toward me. “You know that.”
“Still,” I began, but his harsh stare stopped me in my tracks.
“Just don’t, Kit,” he warned, dropping his towel. His cock stood out, hard and thick. “Why are you fighting this?”
“I’m not the woman for you,” I hedged. Aiden walked toward me slowly. His hand snaked down his abs and wrapped around his cock, squeezing the tip as he growled…again. Why did that make me want to whimper and fall at his feet?
“Says who?” he scoffed. “You?”
“Yeah.”
“You are not leaving this band,” he warned. My eyes widened as he voiced the exact thought that had been rolling around in my head for the past few hours. I could’ve sworn at that moment, Aiden Hawke could see into my mind, reading it like an open book.
“Aiden,” I sighed. I needed to tell him. He should know. “I need this job, and what we just did…yeah, that complicates things.”
“Complicates things?” he pushed. “You have this job, Kit. No one is going to tell you to go home for fucking me.”
“I don’t think you understand, Aiden,” I began, feeling tears prick the back of my eyes, but I wouldn’t cry. No, I’d learned to hide that emotion from many people over the years. Crying showed weakness, and weak, I was not.
“Tell me,” he said, taking a seat on the bed.
“I have to keep this job,” I started, but paused to bite my lip. It was hard to say the words, but he needed to know. “My baby sister is all I have, besides my mom. Hell, my mother is so far gone in her addictions, I’m not sure even rehab would help her.”
“You have a sister?” he asked, his eyes widening at my confession.
“She’s six.” I swallowed, trying no
t to break down. She was everything to me, and I wanted her to have so much more than I’d had. “My uncle has custody of her, but I still pay for everything she needs. This job is the best thing that has happened to me in several years. I don’t know how to do anything else other than play music. It’s the only way I know how to take care of her.”
“What is her name?” he asked, his voice softening.
“Kylie,” I replied, thinking of her long brown curls. The way I used to look before I decided to give into my need to be different from everyone around me. “She looks just like I did at that age.”
“Your sister will not have to worry,” he replied, touching the side of my face. He tugged slightly and I turned my head so I could look at him. The deep, green pools of his eyes darkened as he searched my face for something. “I can send your uncle money.”
“No,” I snapped, turning my head so his hand would fall from my face. “I told you! I don’t take handouts.” My feet hit the floor, and I stood up so fast my head spun. Aiden reached out for me, but I slapped away his hand. “Don’t!”
“Kit, don’t you dare!” he snarled as I grabbed my bag. I couldn’t let these feelings I had for him jeopardize my future. I had another person to think about. My mom was in jail, and Kylie had no one but my uncle to care for her. She needed clothes…food. I wouldn’t let her grow up in the slums of Phoenix like I had. I couldn’t lose this job…no matter how hard I was falling for Aiden Hawke.
“She’s my responsibility, Aiden,” I said, feeling the tears push toward the corners of my eyes as my hand fell on the door handle. I had to get out of there.
“But you are mine,” he said, slamming his hand on the door so I couldn’t leave.
“I’m not yours,” I whispered, turning around in the bracket of his arms. His face was set in a hard scowl, and I knew that being this close to him was a bad idea.
“The moment you opened your legs for me, Kit Ellis, was the moment you became mine,” he stated. “If you run from me, I will come after you.”
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