“It’s not…” I clear my throat. “It’s not reluctance.”
Who are you trying to convince here, Lennon?
He takes a step forward and I instinctively take one back, causing my spine to meet the wall behind me.
Dammit. I’ve trapped myself.
“Then prove it.” He comes closer. “Kiss me, Lennon. Please. I’m begging you.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
Leaving him hanging isn’t right. I need to sort this out.
I squeeze my eyes shut. And then I brush my lips against his.
The kiss is…fine.
He’s not terrible at it, but there are no sparks.
Which makes my once unclear feelings for George crystal clear now.
I’m gonna have to figure out how to let him down gently.
“Groupie.”
The sinister bite in Phoenix’s voice makes the tiny hairs on my arms stand on end.
I didn’t even hear the door open.
Steeling myself, I glower at him. “I’m in the middle of something.”
His jaw goes tight and his steps eat up the distance between us in no time.
Without warning, he grabs my arm and tugs me out of the room, leaving a bewildered George in our wake.
“What is your problem?” I snap as we cross the threshold.
He stops walking and leans down.
His rough voice is a menacing rumble in my ear. “Bus. Now. Or I’ll snort a gram of coke off the nearest girl’s tits and force you to watch me fuck them.”
The threat is the equivalent of dull razor blades slicing into my skin.
I feel Phoenix’s furious stare boring into my back with every step I take, like a killer hunting their latest victim.
A flush burns my cheeks as I trek past all the people backstage, hoping they can’t sense the tension mounting between us.
Butterflies swarm my stomach as I push open the back door.
Behind me, Phoenix makes a noise of impatience, like I’m not moving fast enough.
I quicken my strides, my heels hitting the pavement of the parking lot with a loud click click click.
My heart races as we approach the bus. The lights are off and it’s completely empty.
I walk up the steps on legs that feel like Jell-O, Phoenix following close behind.
My head grows woozy as we enter the kitchen.
We’ll be reaching the bunks soon.
A sharp gasp leaves me when he grips the back of my neck and bends me over the kitchen table.
“Spread your fucking legs.”
So many thoughts go through my head, but I can only focus on one.
I. Want. This.
White-hot heat punches through me as he shoves my skirt up over my ass.
Cool air kisses my skin and the sound of him shredding the delicate lace of my thong assaults my ears, followed by the sound of him tugging down his zipper.
The hand on the back of my neck tightens and his other curls around my hip possessively, keeping me right where he wants me.
“Take my dick like a good girl.”
It’s the only warning I get before he juts his hips, filling me to the hilt in a single, painful thrust that makes me hiss.
There’s no time to adjust to his massive cock because he starts fucking me in quick, brutal strokes.
Adrenaline is an intoxicating drug surging through my system, heating my blood, and sending me spiraling.
I dig my nails into his thigh. “Oh god.”
Every time he withdraws, he drives back inside me that much harder.
It’s both a punishment and a reward.
I whimper when he stills. “Phoenix. Please.”
His coarse voice snaps like a whip. “If you want it…” A sharp breath leaves me when he winds my ponytail around his fist and tugs. “Then take it.”
Understanding dawns, generating a new wave of arousal.
My belly clenches as I circle my hips, working myself on his dick.
It feels so good I can no longer form cohesive thoughts. All I can focus on is the way his cock fills me and the rough, greedy sounds he makes as I grip the sides of the table and impale myself on him, taking what I want.
What I need.
The control he permitted me doesn’t last long, though, because he yanks on my ponytail, pulling me upright. “Play with your pussy.”
Slipping my hand between my legs, I do what he says.
His breath is a hot rasp against my neck as I work myself into a frenzy. “That’s it. Rub that little clit.”
Wet sounds fill the bus and sweat slicks over my skin as my body winds tighter and tighter.
I’m so close. So fucking close.
With a growl, Phoenix pushes my hand away and replaces it with his.
A desperate moan escapes me when he finds a rhythm that sets me on fire.