He blows a stream of air on my clit, long enough to work me into even more of a rabid state, but not enough to let me come.
I’m too far gone to stop myself. “Please.”
His punishing gaze sears me as the tip of his tongue flicks my aching clit. I close my eyes and buck my hips, chasing the feeling.
I’m so close.
So. Freaking. Close.
And then he stops.
Making a fist with my free hand, I punch the mattress, the back of my throat prickling with tears of exasperation.
Shark teeth flash white. “Now you know.”
“Know what?” I hiss as he gets off the bed. “That you’re somehow an even bigger asshole?”
Ocean eyes full of torment steal every ounce of air from my lungs.
“What it’s like to be me.”
With that, he walks out.
“You forgot to uncuff me,” I yell, even though I’m positive it was intentional.
A choked sound lodges in my esophagus as I take in the bright-purple bruises scattered along my inner thighs and pussy.
It looks like I was attacked by a savage beast.
Or rather…a snake trying to mark his territory by covering me with hickeys and bite marks so his bandmate will know exactly who I belong to.
Too bad it won’t work.
Because I’m no longer his.
CHAPTER 37
LENNON
I can’t understand a word George is saying due to Storm’s chaotic drumming.
I point to my ear. “I’m sorry. What?”
“I said I had a really good time last night,” George screams.
A little too loudly, though, because Storm chooses that exact moment to take it down a few decibels.
“Me too.” Not wanting things to turn awkward like they did when we said goodbye last night, I add, “And hey, maybe next time we’ll actually get to watch the movie.”
That’s when Phoenix—who’s a good twenty feet away talking to Chandler about something—stops mid-convo.
His eyes narrow into tiny slits and it’s all I can do not to roll mine.
Squaring my shoulders, I focus on George again.
Sweet and safe.
“Maybe next time we’ll actually get to kiss for real.” Inching closer, he studies my lips. “Or we could do it right now.”
Seeing as this is my job—and there are lots of people around because we’re in the middle of sound check—that might not be the best idea.
“Pump the brakes, Casanova.”
George spins around at the sound of Phoenix’s voice.
Jaw tightening, Phoenix hikes a thumb at the stage behind him. “You’re on deck.”
George gives me a rueful smile. “Sorry.” He smacks a kiss on my cheek and does this weird hair-ruffle thing. “See you later.”
I’m attempting to fix my now disheveled ponytail when I catch Phoenix leering at me.
“I take it your little boyfriend doesn’t know about us.”
Gathering my hair, I wrap my scrunchie around it. “That’s because there is no us.”
The tip of his tongue sweeps along his lip ring, and his fiery gaze drifts down my body. “The bite marks on your pussy beg to differ.”
Forcing myself to pay no heed to the rush of embarrassment his statement causes, I survey the stage where George is playing.
Sweet and safe—I tell myself again, like it’s my new mantra.
“Look, what happened last night is never happening again.” Peeling my stare away, I meet Phoenix’s, so he knows I’m dead serious. “I like George. He’s a nice guy.”
Something he’ll never understand because he’s most definitely not one.
He doesn’t say a word for so long, I internally rejoice.
About time the asshole finally got it through his thick skull.
I’m debating walking over to the snack table when he leans down.
His warm breath tickles my ear when he speaks. “Too bad nice guys don’t make your panties wet.”
A wolfish grin spreads across his lips as he pulls something out of his pocket.
The retort I was constructing vanishes into thin air the moment I see my panties.
“We need you up here, Phoenix,” someone calls out.
The look he gives me is so vulgar, I’m glad Chandler walked off to take a phone call.
Relief fills me as he treks over to the stage because the more distance between us right now, the better.
However, it’s short lived.
Shock roots me to the spot—followed by a torrent of dread—when he ties my panties around his mic stand.
I have to remind myself to chill the fuck out because it’s not like anyone knows they belong to me.