would look at me like that anyway.
When the guys exit the stage, I let Cody approach me, knowing he will.
“Did you like the show?” he asks in that smug way of his. His eyes are such a muted blue, it’s hard to tell if they’re even blue at all. His nose is too wide and his lips are too thin.
“Always,” I tell him with a come-hither smirk. “Do you have to do one more song?”
“Yeah, but then I’m all yours.”
Lucky me.
When the guys go back onstage, Rowan turns to me. “You’re not seriously planning to hook up with him tonight, are you?”
“With Cody?” I scoff. “Never in a million years.”
“Thank God.” She sighs. “You had me worried.” She studies me for a moment, and then her eyes narrow. “So what are you planning to do?”
“Besides get Joel to confess his undying love?” I laugh, but she doesn’t, so I roll my eyes and say, “Actually, that’s the plan. Get Joel to confess his undying love.”
“Why can’t you just go for a normal guy?” Rowan asks, and I bristle.
“You mean like you did?”
“That’s different.”
“How is it different?”
“Because I wasn’t trying to get Adam to fall for me.”
Leave it to Rowan to cut to the bone without even meaning to.
“Well I’m sorry not everyone is as perfect as you, Rowan,” I snap. “I’m sorry not everyone has rock stars falling at their feet.”
“That’s not what I meant . . .”
“Sure, whatever,” I say, brushing her off. I turn away to watch the band, sweeping over Joel before my eyes accidentally gravitate right to him.
“Dee . . .”
“I don’t want to fight with you,” I warn her.
“I don’t want to fight with you either . . .”
“Good. Then let it go.”
When the show ends for real, the guys head back into the crowd to take pictures with fans. In the swarm, I find Cody and whisper in his ear, “Let’s go to the bus.” When my lips finish brushing over the sensitive parts of his ear, I pull away, and the look in my eyes tells him everything he needs to know to drop everything he’s doing and sprint with me to the bus.
Chapter Seven
M AKING OUT WITH Cody isn’t very different from dancing with him. He knows what he’s doing, and even though the logical part of my brain remembers that he’s skeezy as hell, the serotonin-drowned part is wearing him like a life vest. His hands are everywhere, and my closed eyes reveal only darkness. The only differences between being here and being back inside Mayhem are that I’m beside him on a bench seat instead of in front of him on a club floor, and instead of music, my ears are filled with the sound of his labored breathing.
It’s quiet. Too quiet. I hate when it’s this quiet. There’s too much room to think.
“Hold on,” I say when Cody’s hand jams beneath my top and squeezes my breast. Kissing aside, I have no intentions of letting this go anywhere. Joel will arrive any minute now, which is why I insisted Cody and I stay on the lower level of the bus instead of going upstairs. I’m hoping that seeing me with Cody will push Joel over the edge. I’m hoping it will turn him all caveman-possessive and that he’ll throw me over his shoulder, take me upstairs, and claim me in a way that makes it impossible for him to let me go.
Cody doesn’t listen. Instead, he pushes my top up over my bra.
“Cody, stop,” I huff, trying to pull my top back down.
“Come on, don’t be a tease.” He drops his lips to my cleavage and runs his tongue between my breasts.
“CODY.” My fingers scramble for his hair, but there’s not enough to grab. “Seriously, stop!”
He grips my wrists and pins them at my sides as he slides over top of me, his tongue slithering up to my neck. “God, I’ve wanted to have you like this since the first time I saw you.”
His pelvis grinds against mine, shoving my body into the stiff gray leather, and blind panic steals the voice from my lips. Fear burns through my veins, making my attempts to
When the guys exit the stage, I let Cody approach me, knowing he will.
“Did you like the show?” he asks in that smug way of his. His eyes are such a muted blue, it’s hard to tell if they’re even blue at all. His nose is too wide and his lips are too thin.
“Always,” I tell him with a come-hither smirk. “Do you have to do one more song?”
“Yeah, but then I’m all yours.”
Lucky me.
When the guys go back onstage, Rowan turns to me. “You’re not seriously planning to hook up with him tonight, are you?”
“With Cody?” I scoff. “Never in a million years.”
“Thank God.” She sighs. “You had me worried.” She studies me for a moment, and then her eyes narrow. “So what are you planning to do?”
“Besides get Joel to confess his undying love?” I laugh, but she doesn’t, so I roll my eyes and say, “Actually, that’s the plan. Get Joel to confess his undying love.”
“Why can’t you just go for a normal guy?” Rowan asks, and I bristle.
“You mean like you did?”
“That’s different.”
“How is it different?”
“Because I wasn’t trying to get Adam to fall for me.”
Leave it to Rowan to cut to the bone without even meaning to.
“Well I’m sorry not everyone is as perfect as you, Rowan,” I snap. “I’m sorry not everyone has rock stars falling at their feet.”
“That’s not what I meant . . .”
“Sure, whatever,” I say, brushing her off. I turn away to watch the band, sweeping over Joel before my eyes accidentally gravitate right to him.
“Dee . . .”
“I don’t want to fight with you,” I warn her.
“I don’t want to fight with you either . . .”
“Good. Then let it go.”
When the show ends for real, the guys head back into the crowd to take pictures with fans. In the swarm, I find Cody and whisper in his ear, “Let’s go to the bus.” When my lips finish brushing over the sensitive parts of his ear, I pull away, and the look in my eyes tells him everything he needs to know to drop everything he’s doing and sprint with me to the bus.
Chapter Seven
M AKING OUT WITH Cody isn’t very different from dancing with him. He knows what he’s doing, and even though the logical part of my brain remembers that he’s skeezy as hell, the serotonin-drowned part is wearing him like a life vest. His hands are everywhere, and my closed eyes reveal only darkness. The only differences between being here and being back inside Mayhem are that I’m beside him on a bench seat instead of in front of him on a club floor, and instead of music, my ears are filled with the sound of his labored breathing.
It’s quiet. Too quiet. I hate when it’s this quiet. There’s too much room to think.
“Hold on,” I say when Cody’s hand jams beneath my top and squeezes my breast. Kissing aside, I have no intentions of letting this go anywhere. Joel will arrive any minute now, which is why I insisted Cody and I stay on the lower level of the bus instead of going upstairs. I’m hoping that seeing me with Cody will push Joel over the edge. I’m hoping it will turn him all caveman-possessive and that he’ll throw me over his shoulder, take me upstairs, and claim me in a way that makes it impossible for him to let me go.
Cody doesn’t listen. Instead, he pushes my top up over my bra.
“Cody, stop,” I huff, trying to pull my top back down.
“Come on, don’t be a tease.” He drops his lips to my cleavage and runs his tongue between my breasts.
“CODY.” My fingers scramble for his hair, but there’s not enough to grab. “Seriously, stop!”
He grips my wrists and pins them at my sides as he slides over top of me, his tongue slithering up to my neck. “God, I’ve wanted to have you like this since the first time I saw you.”
His pelvis grinds against mine, shoving my body into the stiff gray leather, and blind panic steals the voice from my lips. Fear burns through my veins, making my attempts to
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