“We need to move,” I urge.
Nodding, Tom lowers me to my feet. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me toward the back of the bus, getting us out of view. We stand here with a foot of space between us, just staring at one another, as the guys all pile onto the bus.
When the sound of them has settled, Tom says quietly, “You go on first. I’ll follow in a minute.”
He glances down, and my eyes follow, seeing that he’s still very hard.
How is that even possible?
“Um…where was I?” I ask him.
He gives me a sexy grin. “Just a few feet down there with your legs wrapped around my waist, moaning into my mouth, while I dry-humped you against the bus.”
“I didn’t mean that!” I slap his stomach, hitting rock. “I meant, where do I tell the guys I’ve been?”
He shrugs. “Just tell them you were making out with a hot stranger in the parking lot.”
I jab him in the arm this time.
“Ow!” he whisper-shouts, rubbing his shoulder.
Like I could hurt him.
I roll my eyes.
Tom glances over his shoulder at the lit store behind us. “Just tell them you went to the store.”
“Good plan.” I nod.
“What about me? Where was I?” he asks.
I give him a saucy grin. “Tell them you were making out with a hot chick in the parking lot.”
His hands come up to the sides of my head, caging me in against the bus. “Talking of hot…” His mouth starts to descend toward mine.
“No.” I press my hands against his chest, stopping him.
The one thing the guys turning up gave me was clarity, reminding me of what I don’t want to do.
My body was in the driver’s seat for a while. Now, my brain is back and functioning.
“No?”
“No.” I duck out from under his arms. “This was a mistake.”
He looks over his shoulder at me. “A mistake? Are you fucking kidding?”
Biting my lip, I shake my head. “It shouldn’t have happened. And it won’t happen again.”
Turning, he steps into my space. “It should have happened a long time ago. And it for sure will happen again.”
“No, it won’t.”
His slow smile causes my belly to whoosh.
“We’ll see.” He walks away from me, heading in the direction of the front of the bus.
That’s it?
I expected him to fight me on it more.
Then worry grips tight hold of me. What if he’s going to collect what he’s not getting from me from the blonde groupie, who’s due to show up here any moment.
“Where are you going?” I despise how needy my voice sounds.
He turns to me, continuing to walk backward. “Shower. I stink of beer.” He gives me a look. “Then, to bed.”
With her.
I grit my teeth. “With your blonde skank?”
I really need to filter this crap coming from my mouth.
He grins, and it spreads right across his handsome face. “Nope. Haven’t got a clue where she is.”
“But you said…” I frown.
He gives a slow shrug of his shoulders. “Never intended to sleep with her. I was just”—Tom rubs his head thoughtfully and then smirks—“putting on a show.”
Mother. Effer.
He played me.
All that in there—he was just doing it to drive my jealousy to the front.
“You-you’re a…mother-effing mut!” I hiss.
“Yeah, and you’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Sleep well, Firecracker.” He winks and then climbs up onto the bus, disappearing from my view.
I fall back against the bus.
Touching a finger to my lips, I realize that I’m actually smiling.
Then, a giggle escapes me.
I’ve just been dry-humped against the side of a tour bus by Tom Carter.
And I wanted it.
I want him. Really bad.
Well, there goes my chastity. That belt has been snapped in two and fed to the cock wolves.
And me? Well, I’m in big trouble. Not only did I want Tom before, but now, I want him even more after that kiss.
The Next Day—Tour Bus, St. Louis
Avoidance is my friend.
When I climbed back onto the bus a few minutes after Tom, he was laughing and joking with the guys, acting like nothing had happened between us only moments before.
Of course, that was good. It was exactly what I wanted.
But the sexual tension between us was still there, smoldering with intent. It was to the point that I thought it was going to actually drive me insane.
I tried my best to act natural, but it was difficult. Every time Tom spoke, I would remember the feel of his lips on mine.
Cale knew something was off with me, and his questioning eyes weren’t helping my overall state. It was hard to keep myself in check when he pulled me aside and quietly asked what my stunt in the bar was all about.
He knew that was out of the ordinary for me.
I played it off. He wasn’t convinced, but thankfully, he didn’t argue me on it. Van and Sonny were oblivious. Sonny was still grumpy because he’d lost our bet.