Rock Me Two Times (6 page)

“Yeah, Ramsey and I have been playing together since grade school, but the rest of the band connected with us in EOD,” Syon supplied.

“What’s EOD?” Kate asked.

“Explosive Ordinance Disposal.”

“No way.” Kate turned with a disbelieving look. “Bomb patrol? That’s one elite unit.”

“Got my honorable discharge papers to prove it,” he assured her.

It was stunning and impressive and fit perfectly with the expertly performed ambush she’d just been party to. “No wonder no one really knows where you guys came from.”

Syon shrugged and pointed Kate toward the lead motor home. They had to climb several large steps before ducking inside. A tinted glass wall separated the driver from the rest of the interior, leaving Kate alone with Syon.

Kate stared at him, drinking in the details of his amazing physique. Without the screaming fans and the guitars, she could see the hard body that must have served him well in the service. The length of his hair suddenly drew her attention.

“You’ve been growing your hair out since you left the service.” She stepped close enough to reach out and finger it without thinking about what she was doing. Instinct was taking charge again. She was drawn to him, the urge so strong, she couldn’t seem to control it. Sharing air with him was apparently enough to intoxicate her.

“Yeah…” he drawled, his voice turning husky.

He reached up and grabbed her hair clip again. There was a click, and her hair fell around her face.

“I love your hair.” He shoved his hand into it and captured a handful. “I can’t stop thinking about how it smells.”

He buried his face in the cloud of her hair. A little moan escaped her lips as he tightened his hold. Just enough. It was just the perfect amount of pressure on her scalp to send a jolt of red-hot desire through her.

“I like that little, sexy sound you make too,” he rasped.

“You totally ambushed me, Syon.” She tried to pull away, tried to recall just how much she didn’t like anyone rearranging the details of her life. The least she could do was chastise him.

He leaned forward and caught her waist again. He hauled her against his body and pressed a hard kiss against her mouth. “You bet I did. Invested time in planning it too.”

She pressed a hand against his chest. “I don’t like controlling men.”

“You haven’t had a sample of my type of control.” There was a dark promise in his tone.

“Arranging for me to come along changes nothing,” she warned him.

“During work hours, it means my band has what it needs to stay at the top, and that is very important to me, Kate.” His attention dropped to her mouth. “On personal time, it means we can explore the buzz between us.”

“Maybe we should stick to business.” She said it, but she didn’t mean it. Not really.

“Let’s put that to the test,” he said.

His lips thinned, and a moment later he was kissing her breathless. It was hard and scorching hot.

She moaned again, but this time, the sound was hungry. She threaded her hands through his hair and held his head as she angled hers to fit their mouths together. He reached around and gripped both sides of her bottom, lifting her up. He moved back and ended up on a sofa that she had only a dim memory of seeing. He sat down, and when he lowered her, she ended up spreading her legs to accommodate him. Her clit throbbed insanely as he pressed her right down onto his erection.

“Oh shit,” she cussed as she arched. It felt good. Incredibly good.

He stretched up and kissed the side of her neck. Her skin was hypersensitive, and she jerked, but he tightened his hold, keeping her prisoner for another kiss and a long lap from his velvet tongue. She jerked again, grinding her clit against his crotch. It was almost enough.

“Well, I know you said you wanted her here to get into our pants, but I guess this works too.”

Kate squealed, trying to scramble off Syon’s lap as Ramsey walked right up behind her. But Syon locked an arm around her and kept his hand in her hair to keep her exactly where she was. His cock was hardening even more, making her breath catch in the back of her throat.

And her face went up in flames as Ramsey sat right down beside Syon with a lazy grin on his lips.

“Should have started with the other RV,” Ramsey suggested. “It’s got a bedroom. Not that this sofa hasn’t seen its share of action.”

Kate gathered up some of her scattered wits and tried to push against Syon’s chest. “Let go.”

Syon responded by sliding his arm lower around her waist and grabbing one side of her butt before lifting his hips. She gasped. She couldn’t help it. The moment he moved against her clit, pleasure went shooting through her.

“I’m not into sharing,” she hissed.

“This isn’t sharing,” Syon said as he massaged her scalp again.

“Nope,” Ramsey said, lifting his hands and wiggling his fingers at her. “Don’t have a finger on you.”

Nothing made sense. Kate struggled to form a complete sentence, but it was almost impossible with Syon’s hard cock pressed against her open slit with just a couple of layers of cotton denim separating them. She could feel the heat of his skin burning through that fabric, promising her relief if she just ground herself against him a few times. Her nipples were already tightening.

“But I’d like to,” Ramsey added. “Put my fingers—and other body parts—on you.”

Kate was going to die of mortification. Ramsey was calmly observing them without even a hint of reservation. He dropped an arm along the back of the sofa and leaned back so he had a good view of them.

He was enjoying every second of it.

“Okay…I’m not into voyeurism either,” Kate clarified.

“I thought there were only five rules,” Syon grumbled. “You’re complicated.”

“And you’re presumptuous,” she countered. “Let me off your lap
now
!”

Syon’s eyes narrowed, a promise of retribution flickering in them before he released her. She scrambled off his lap as Ramsey made a sound that too closely resembled a muffled chuckle for her fraying composure.

“It’s
not funny
.” Kate lashed out at him. “If that’s what you’re into, get yourselves another costumer. Rule number two is in place for this very reason.”

“Rule number two?” Ramsey asked.

“No rock stars,” Syon filled him in. “We rank just below ‘no drugs.’”

Ramsey frowned. “That’s low.” His voice had deepened, turning cold. He pushed off the sofa and jumped down the steps, disappearing outside.

Syon wasn’t happy either. She could see the injured pride in his eyes.

“I wasn’t the one out of line here,” Kate defended. “I’m not going to say I’m sorry for pissing off your band buddy when he just sat down and asked to join in. Maybe you don’t like my rules, but at least I have some standards.”

“You were just as hot for me.” Syon drew a deep breath. “Claim you weren’t and what you are is a liar.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t hot.” The words were past her lips before she realized she was making an admission. His lips thinned with renewed hunger before he came up off the sofa after her.

“No.” She jumped down the hallway to get out of his reach and had to quell the urge not to turn and run. “If I’m here as a team member, fine, but I am not going to be your sex pet.”

He captured her wrist and tugged her to him. She ended up smacking into his chest. He closed his arms around her, imprisoning her, the feeling of his hard body threatening to make her senseless again.

“You haven’t tried being mine,” he growled against her ear before he nipped the lobe.

She was losing her wits again. Heat surged through her, overpowering everything else. She ached for him. Her body was liquefying into a molten pool of need.

“Do you even recall the name of the last woman you kissed?” she demanded. “Before me? Or is it all a blur?” She was lashing out, flailing in an attempt to regain control. Under different circumstances, she would have been mortified.

He lifted his head, locking gazes with her. There was something in his eyes that chilled her. It was hard and wounded.

“Yes.” His tone was clipped and subarctic. “It’s been two years since I kissed another woman. Her name was Jen.”

“Yeah, right,” Kate scoffed, but she wanted to believe him. She had no business being possessive. No reason to notice the sincerity in his eyes.

He released her, backing away, and it felt like he was emotionally pulling away from her too. Almost as if he was wounded by her disbelief.

“Come on. Your buddy is all ready to jump into a ménage with us twenty minutes after I show up, but you expect me to believe you haven’t had sex in two years?” she asked.

“I didn’t say I haven’t had sex. I said I haven’t kissed a woman in two years,” he said. “I can’t risk getting cold sores or some other shit in my throat. I don’t put my vocal cords in jeopardy. Especially when I’m on a tour that I’ve put up half the money for.”

“Oh.” She felt a ridiculous little zip of excitement go through her. “I guess that holds water.”

A whole lot of it. It gave him layers. Made him less two-dimensional.

His attention lowered to her lips. “You’re trouble.”

“You kicked in my door, dude.” The excitement died. Why in the hell did it hurt to hear him rejecting her? She wanted to reject him, so what did it matter?

His expression changed, became more distant, more professional. All business again.

“We need a leather specialist. When it comes to the show, there is nothing I won’t go after if it is the best. I checked around; there’s a reason you don’t have an assistant. You can’t find one with your talent.” His gaze settled on her mouth again. “So I want you.”

She ended up nodding and conceding the point. There was a standing opening at the shop, and a whole lot of people had tried to fill it. None of them had the touch.

“Ramsey is just about the only human being on this planet who understands me. We’ve bled together. So telling him he’s lower than a drug addict is pretty harsh. Keep that sort of shit to yourself.”

“Rule number three is ‘no drugs,’ not ‘no drug addicts,’” she said. “There’s a big difference there. I’m not willing to compromise on something that has such a potential to blossom into addiction. I don’t work as hard as I do to end up in a relationship where I could lose everything, or end up having my car seized by the state because I made a bad choice on my date night.”

He weighed her answer for a long moment. “Fair enough. As you put it, that holds water. As for Ramsey walking in on us, we live on top of one another when we’re on tour. Privacy can become a casualty from time to time.”

“That was more than a walk-in oops,” she snapped. “He sat right down and asked to join.”

And she really wished her knees didn’t go weak over that idea. But they turned to jelly when Syon’s lips thinned and his eyes flickered with something very wicked. He closed in on her again, hooking her around the waist and turning her around, away from the stairs. He cupped her nape and buried his head in her hair.

“Sex is better when it’s more than fucking,” he rasped next to her ear.

She stiffened, but he held her still, his warm breath brushing her ear.

“There are a thousand different ways to experience pleasure.” He teased the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue. “If you’re honest, you’ll admit he turned you on.”

“Oh…damn.” She wiggled as he traced the entire outside of her ear until he closed his lips around the lobe.

She ended up gripping his shirt.

“I want to know what you like, everything you crave.” He trailed kisses down her neck before lifting his head and making eye contact with her. “I want to know that I satisfy every fantasy you have, so you don’t go looking for it without me.”

“That’s nuts…” she whispered.

“So is the pull between us,” he said.

“Does that line really work?”

His face tightened, irritation flickering in his eyes.

“Who’s Todd?” Syon demanded.

Her wits were dulled by the idea that she’d insulted his cheesy line. “What?”

“Todd.” Syon massaged her neck. “Percy said Todd called looking for you.”

She pushed against his chest, but he didn’t budge. “Are you actually jealous of an ex-boyfriend?”

“Not if he’s an ex.”

He leaned over and teased her neck with a flick of his tongue. She stretched away from him.

“But it’s just fine if your buddy Ramsey is sitting next to us while we make out or more?” Kate asked.

“Mmmmm…I like the idea of more.”

He was going for her neck again, and she was sure she was going to combust if he succeeded. So she flattened her hand over his mouth, but it backfired. He captured her wrist and turned it up so he could tease the sensitive skin on the underside with a kiss. She shuddered, the sensation rocking her to her core. She was fixated on his mouth against her skin. He rolled back his lips and bit her gently.

She felt like she was flying apart.

“I can’t do this…”

He locked gazes with her but maintained his grip on her wrist, and his thumb stroked the wet spot he’d left.

“He’s an ex, so no complication,” Syon insisted. “I want to explore why I kissed you. Kisses are intimate for me.”

“I guess they would be,” she said, recalling his protection plan for his throat.

His tone had deepened. “I don’t indulge very often. I’ve been thinking about the way you taste all night. Should have been focused on the risk I left myself open to.”

Two years. It seemed impossible, but there was a little bubble of joy growing inside her as she contemplated having something no one else had from him. “That’s hard to believe, Syon.”

He stepped up, moving too close again for rational thought. She pressed a hand against his chest, and the connection shocked her with a jolt of lust.

“Believe it and google it, you 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.