won’t find a single picture of me in a lip-lock with a chick.”
He pressed a kiss against her mouth, sucking and teasing her lips with expert motions. He was constantly undermining her ability to form cohesive thoughts. He ripped the very foundation of her world away and left her floundering in a flood of need. She moaned softly and gripped his shirt.
Someone pounded on the door of the RV. “We’ve got to roll, Syon!” Ramsey hollered from outside. “Playtime is over.”
Syon gave her one last, hard kiss before releasing her. “On my way,” he growled. “’Cause I’m sure not coming.”
Her jaw dropped, and he chuckled at the look on her face.
“I think I like scandalizing you, Kate.”
She snapped her mouth shut and tried not to think about how much she wanted to come too. “I’ve noticed.”
He pointed to the driver’s cockpit. “Kenny is driving. He’ll switch out in four hours. This coach is the office. A couple of bunks are in the back. Normally Kenny’s relief driver beds down there, but he switched over to one of the other RVs so this can be female only. Make yourself at home. There’s TV, Internet, shower works while we’re moving, pretty much everything. For the price, it better be outfitted right. I’ll be in the music coach if you need me. We’ve got a show in Oakland in two days. It takes a day to build the stage and set up. The crew will have your shop set up by tomorrow morning so you can work while we’re rehearsing.”
“What’s a music coach?” she asked.
“A traveling music room. Costs a bloody fortune, but it’s worth it. Gives us the chance to work on new songs while we’re moving or parked in back of a convention center.”
Ramsey banged his fist on the door again. Syon flashed her a grin before disappearing. The door closed, and she heard the engine start.
“We’re going to start moving, Ms. Napier.”
She jumped when the driver’s voice came over the sound system.
Well hell. Everyone knew who she was and what she was doing.
Except for her.
The coach shuddered as the powerful engine started up. Kate sat down on the sofa, realizing Syon had somehow managed to turn her into his personal pet.
She had her very own luxury pet carrier to prove it.
* * *
“She’s hard to please,” Ramsey fired off the moment Syon climbed into the music room coach.
The rest of the band members were fiddling with their instruments as the drivers began the task of moving Toxsin to its next concert location. Engines turned over, filling the area with a dull roar.
“Having a chick along is going to kill the mood,” Taz added as he tuned his guitar.
“She’ll have her own space,” Syon insisted. “We got another three months on the road. Without her, we’re going to look like shit and be reduced to buying off the rack at a Harley Davidson store, because you’re all just as hard on your gear as I am. None of you has more than two pairs of pants left either.”
There were several reluctant “all rights.”
“Why did you have to kiss her?” Ramsey accentuated his question with a squeal from his guitar. “You’re a total prick when you’re stuck on a girl.”
Syon flipped Ramsey the bird as he picked up his guitar and began to tune it.
Kate was making him crazy, but he’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t enjoying it. The spark of excitement stirring up his insides made him realize how bored he’d been. Easy pussy was like junk food, cheap and unsatisfying in the long run.
“She’s like a breath of fresh air,” he argued.
Drake and Taz groaned.
“I thought the last one cured you of your tender-heart issues,” Drake said from behind a set of drums positioned at the back end of the motor home.
“We did get ‘Insatiable Craving’ out of it,” Taz mused.
“Yeah, but we had to restrain ourselves from putting the poor bastard out of his misery,” Ramsey added. “My trigger finger is already itching.”
Syon pulled on a few of his strings, filling the
He pressed a kiss against her mouth, sucking and teasing her lips with expert motions. He was constantly undermining her ability to form cohesive thoughts. He ripped the very foundation of her world away and left her floundering in a flood of need. She moaned softly and gripped his shirt.
Someone pounded on the door of the RV. “We’ve got to roll, Syon!” Ramsey hollered from outside. “Playtime is over.”
Syon gave her one last, hard kiss before releasing her. “On my way,” he growled. “’Cause I’m sure not coming.”
Her jaw dropped, and he chuckled at the look on her face.
“I think I like scandalizing you, Kate.”
She snapped her mouth shut and tried not to think about how much she wanted to come too. “I’ve noticed.”
He pointed to the driver’s cockpit. “Kenny is driving. He’ll switch out in four hours. This coach is the office. A couple of bunks are in the back. Normally Kenny’s relief driver beds down there, but he switched over to one of the other RVs so this can be female only. Make yourself at home. There’s TV, Internet, shower works while we’re moving, pretty much everything. For the price, it better be outfitted right. I’ll be in the music coach if you need me. We’ve got a show in Oakland in two days. It takes a day to build the stage and set up. The crew will have your shop set up by tomorrow morning so you can work while we’re rehearsing.”
“What’s a music coach?” she asked.
“A traveling music room. Costs a bloody fortune, but it’s worth it. Gives us the chance to work on new songs while we’re moving or parked in back of a convention center.”
Ramsey banged his fist on the door again. Syon flashed her a grin before disappearing. The door closed, and she heard the engine start.
“We’re going to start moving, Ms. Napier.”
She jumped when the driver’s voice came over the sound system.
Well hell. Everyone knew who she was and what she was doing.
Except for her.
The coach shuddered as the powerful engine started up. Kate sat down on the sofa, realizing Syon had somehow managed to turn her into his personal pet.
She had her very own luxury pet carrier to prove it.
* * *
“She’s hard to please,” Ramsey fired off the moment Syon climbed into the music room coach.
The rest of the band members were fiddling with their instruments as the drivers began the task of moving Toxsin to its next concert location. Engines turned over, filling the area with a dull roar.
“Having a chick along is going to kill the mood,” Taz added as he tuned his guitar.
“She’ll have her own space,” Syon insisted. “We got another three months on the road. Without her, we’re going to look like shit and be reduced to buying off the rack at a Harley Davidson store, because you’re all just as hard on your gear as I am. None of you has more than two pairs of pants left either.”
There were several reluctant “all rights.”
“Why did you have to kiss her?” Ramsey accentuated his question with a squeal from his guitar. “You’re a total prick when you’re stuck on a girl.”
Syon flipped Ramsey the bird as he picked up his guitar and began to tune it.
Kate was making him crazy, but he’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t enjoying it. The spark of excitement stirring up his insides made him realize how bored he’d been. Easy pussy was like junk food, cheap and unsatisfying in the long run.
“She’s like a breath of fresh air,” he argued.
Drake and Taz groaned.
“I thought the last one cured you of your tender-heart issues,” Drake said from behind a set of drums positioned at the back end of the motor home.
“We did get ‘Insatiable Craving’ out of it,” Taz mused.
“Yeah, but we had to restrain ourselves from putting the poor bastard out of his misery,” Ramsey added. “My trigger finger is already itching.”
Syon pulled on a few of his strings, filling the
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