Tristan works the beat out in his head and gives his bandmates a nod, and just like that, they pick right up where they left off. I’m mesmerized as I watch them create what could possibly be the next big hit. This is an experience I will never forget. I love music, and being able to witness this creative process is something I will always cherish.
I jump when I feel my phone vibrate. I am so in tune to them that it scared the hell out of me.
Stacy: I got your message. That sucks. You can stay at Mom and Dad’s.
That’s probably where I will go until it’s ready. The spare key is in
my desk at the apartment.
“Is that him?” Kacen leans in to peer at my phone.
I show him the screen and say, “Stacy.”
He nods. “You’re good here.”
His simple statement leaves no room for argument.
I can’t help but think this is going to make it even harder for me. I think about him all the time, think about that night. I’m still not convinced staying here is the best choice.
His hand again falls to my thigh and he gives a gentle squeeze. “I want you here.”
Four simple words.
Regardless of what my head is telling me, how do I say no to that?
Me: I’m good here. Maybe when you get back next week, if it’s not fixed by then.
Stacy: Okay. Let me know if you change your mind. So how’s the rock god?
Me: Good. The guys are all super nice. But after last night you already know that.
Stacy: YES!!!
Me: LOL
Stacy: Gotta go. Offer stands if you change your mind.
Me: Thanks.
Clicking out of the messages icon, I see it’s after midnight. “I think I’m going to call it a night,” I say as soon as there is a break in the action.
Kacen immediately stands and holds his hand out for me. I take it, thinking he’s just being polite and helping me up since we are sitting so close together.
Wrong.
He keeps my hand in his grip while leading me to the back wall to place his guitar on the stand. “That’s it for tonight. See you all in the morning.”
He doesn’t stop to say goodbye, goodnight, kiss my ass, nothing. He just leads me out of the room and up the stairs.
Chapter 24
Kacen
She’s tired, so it’s time to call it a night. Why? I have no fucking clue. It’s not like I get to slide into bed beside her and wrap her in my arms. Nope, I get to walk her to her bedroom door and tell her goodnight. Regardless, I know my concentration would be shit for the rest of the night.
The guys are going to give me shit for this.
We walk silently through the house and head upstairs. I stop in front of what I now consider her room. Without thinking, I pull her into my chest and wrap my arms around her.
She fits me.
I don’t know how long we stand there, but eventually, she pulls away. I want to tighten my grip, but I know I’ve already pushed the barriers today.
Instead, I cup her face in my hands and get lost in those big brown eyes. When her breathing starts to change, my mood brightens.
She feels it too.
Leaning down, I press my lips to her forehead. “Goodnight, sweet Logan,” I say, pulling away. Reluctantly, I drop my hold on her and we are no longer touching.
“Goodnight, Kacen,” she whispers before disappearing into her room.
Knowing if I don’t retreat to my room, I’ll be busting through her door, I turn and twist the handle of mine instead. Like a fool, I put her in the room just across the hall from mine. At the time, it made sense in my head. What if she needs something? I’ll be right across the hall. It’s also the opposite end of the house from where the guys stay, when they stay. Usually they spend their nights here when we’re working on a new album. It’s not like I don’t have the space.
They know she’s off-limits, and after tonight, me bringing her to our writing session, they understand why. Hell, I’m finally starting to work it out myself. I’m more than attracted to Logan. It started as just that. Thoughts of the week in Hawaii, the night I got to feel her from the inside. I assumed it was just me not being able to forget how great she was, how great she is. I’m man enough to admit it’s more than that.
There are no stars in her eyes when she looks at me, no dollar signs. She’s easygoing and gives just as good as she gets. Her dark brown hair and those chocolate eyes are a lethal combination. She commands attention just by walking into a room. Only, she doesn’t see it. She has no idea how gorgeous she is.
Logan’s the real deal.
Needing yet another cold shower, something that has come to be a staple in my day-to-day over the last several weeks, I strip down, careful of my tenting erection, and climb in. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from yelling out as the cold water hits me. Unfortunately, it does nothing for the pole between my legs.
No point in suffering the cold water. After adjusting the temperature to something more bearable, I brace myself with one hand against the shower wall. The other grips my cock. Closing my eyes as I begin to stroke, it takes no effort to bring back the image of her beneath me. Her hair spread out on the white sheets. The sparkle of lust in those big brown eyes, the way she would lift her hips to meet mine thrust for thrust. The heat of feeling her from the inside, the way her body used mine to bring us both crashing into orgasmic bliss. Just like my fifteen-year-old self, I reach my climax in record time.
Lying in bed, I stare at the ceiling. Although I’ve been getting up early each day to be in the kitchen when Logan gets here, I’m still used to staying up late with the guys. What the fuck is the deal with me and this need I have to be as close to her as possible? She’s here in my house, and I’m so fucking gone for this girl that I have to go to bed just because she does. Tonight, sitting with her, having her witness my passion, it solidified what I’ve known, but have been fighting. Hell, this entire day has me suddenly seeing things more clearly.
I want her. I want to be as close to her as possible. I’m all in. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her see that. Whatever it takes to evolve this relationship and have her continue to work for me. I could hire someone else, but I don’t want to. I trust Logan.
Tonight, I touched her every chance I got. Resting my hand on her leg, holding her hand. She didn’t flinch. I could see the confusion in her eyes. She needs to get used to it. I’m staking my claim. I know jackass did things to her, made her feel like she wasn’t worthy. The way he treated her altered her idea of relationships. It’s now my mission to change that. I’ll show her how good it can be, how good we can be. I smile to myself. I hope she’s ready for Hurricane Kacen. I’ll prove to her that she’s more, that she’s worthy, and we belong together.
I’m determined to make her mine.
Chapter 25
Logan
It took me forever to fall asleep last night. However, once I finally did, I slept great. I woke up at my normal time, and considering I don’t have a commute today, I decided to start on breakfast for the guys. I know Kacen ended the session when he walked me to my room. I heard him go into his room as well, so I assume the guys went to bed early too. At first, I thought it was weird how they all practically live here, even though it’s Kacen’s house. After watching their interaction the past several weeks, it makes sense. Especially considering they are working on the new album. Last night provided me with a completely new outlook on the dynamics of the group. It also increased my respect for all four of them. They’re goofballs on the best of days, but they dedicate 110 percent of themselves to their music.