I roll my eyes in Alvin’s direction, and he smirks.
When he doesn’t get the reactions he’s seeking from Alvin or me, Jacob straightens up. “Seriously, we should celebrate. This is a big deal.”
“Val didn’t say so, but I think we need to keep this quiet for now.” I glance around the empty lobby. Even the chair behind the reception desk is vacant. Still, I keep my voice down. “A lot of time between now and those shows for something to go wrong.”
“Good point.” Jacob shrugs. “We’re fresh off a successful U.K. tour. That’s enough reason to go out and celebrate.”
None of us mention the “Candy Jar” video being sunk. I’m not as bent out of shape as I should be about it, and I suspect the guys aren’t either. The video’s cheesy as fuck and not at all what we want to be known for.
So, fuck Davey Revolver. As far as I’m concerned, he did us a favor.
“Shooting Fences.” Alvin grins at me and slings his arm around my shoulders. “Did you think we’d ever open for them?”
Sure, I’ve had all the same daydreams every wanna be rock star has when they land in L.A. But to have it actually happen? “Hell no.”
“You need to call your dad and let him know. He’ll be so stoked.”
“I will. You planning to call your folks?”
“They won’t care.” He rubs his palms together, and his eyes gleam. “I can’t stop picturing Revolver being all pleased with himself for getting our video yanked.” He chokes on a laugh. “Then hearing we’re opening for Shooting Fences. Stupid fucker.”
“Hey.” My serious tone stops him, and he raises an eyebrow. So the other two don’t overhear me, I pull Alvin in for a hug. “Thanks for having my back. With everything.”
“Always, brother.” He slaps my shoulder a few times. “You know that.”
He casts a look down the street where Jacob and Garrett are yelling and carrying on. “We need to stick together.”
The implication in his words is plain.
While today we had good news, no one knows what tomorrow will bring.
One thing is certain. The road only gets harder from here.
Chapter Eleven
Chaser
“Where’s my girl?”
No one answers, but as I close our apartment door, the sound of running water reaches me.
Perfect.
I’m about to sneak into the bathroom and join Mallory in the shower when the water shuts off.
Damn.
I knock, and Mallory yelps. “Chaser?”
“It’s me.” I open the door. “I wanted to soap up your back.”
She finishes wrapping a bright pink towel around her torso and flashes a smile. “How was your band meeting?”
What band meeting? Every thought in my head evaporated the second I laid eyes on her. “Drop your towel.”
“What? No.”
“I want to see you.”
“You’ve seen me. Many times.” She turns and wipes the steam off the mirror over the sink. “How was it?”
I creep up behind her while she starts running a wide comb through her thick, wet hair. “Things went well.” I slip my hands under her towel, running them up her smooth legs to finally grip her hips and pull her against me.
“Chaser.” She sets the comb down on the edge of the sink and closes her eyes.
With a quick yank, her towel opens, and I cup her breasts. “Were you getting nice and clean for me? So I could dirty you up when I got home?”
A wry smile twists her lips. “How did you guess?”
I brush her hair aside and kiss her shoulder. “Never get enough of you.”
She hums a happy, sexy noise. “You know I feel the same way, Chaser, right?”
“Perch your cute little butt on the sink for me.”
She turns and stares up at me. “Why?”
“So I can lick your pussy and suck on your clit until you come all over my face.”
Her cheeks turn my favorite shade of pink. “Chaser.”
“You asked.”
“Your honesty is so…”
“Raw? Savage? Primal?”
“All of the above.”
She presses her palms against the counter and boosts herself onto the edge of the sink.
“Good girl. Spread your legs.”
I drop down onto the fluffy, pale-pink rug, Mallory added to the bathroom during her last decorating spree, and prepare to worship at my favorite altar.
“Take your shirt off.” She reaches down and tugs at the collar of my T-shirt.
I flick my gaze up. “Why?”
“Because I said so.”
I grip the fabric and yank it up over my head, tossing it in the direction of the hamper. “Better?”
“Much.”
I shuffle closer and slip my arms under her thighs, resting my hands on her stomach. She shifts and plants her feet on my shoulders. “Thata girl. My shoulders are your footrests. Don’t forget it.” I turn and kiss her ankle, and she laughs softly. I press a kiss to her other ankle and flick my tongue over her calves.
Bending forward, I sweep my tongue through her slit. “Fucking heaven,” I mumble against her slick flesh. I stop and suck at her clit, and she bucks her hips, grinding hard against my face.
I groan even louder.
“Chaser!” she shrieks and gasps. Her fingers dig into my forearms, but I don’t let up. A tube of toothpaste, a cup, and a razor all go crashing to the floor as she scrambles for something to hold onto. Reaching out blind, I grab one of her hands and set it on my head. Immediately, she curls her fingers in my hair and tugs.
“Good girl,” I encourage. Love how loud and uninhibited my girl’s gotten. “Show me how much you love a good tongue-fucking.” I dive in again. Licking and teasing until she’s frantic. I keep my hands on her hips, pinning her down, sucking harder.
“Please,” she begs. “Please let me come.” Her body trembles. “I’m so close.”
I release her hip and slide two fingers inside her, while working my tongue against her clit.
“There!” She explodes, grinding and bucking against me. The hottest fucking sounds in the world.
I reach down, pry my belt loose with one hand and unbutton my jeans.
“Chaser!” Her butt slips on the counter, and she tips forward.
“I got you.” I grab her around the waist and pull her down on top of me. My back hits the bathroom floor with a thump. Mallory wastes no time unzipping my jeans the rest of the way, grabbing my cock and sliding home.
“Fuck,” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut. “I didn’t say you could have that yet.”
“What are you going to do about it?” she challenges.
I grip her hips tighter, holding her down while I thrust up. We’re wild and frantic in the tiny space until I finally slam my head against the wall one too many times.
“Fuck this.” I power up, lifting us off the floor while somehow keeping her impaled on my cock, and shuffle our way into the bedroom.
She lets out the wildest laugh-moans the entire way, fueling me to get there faster.
We fall onto the mattress, and I cover her body with my own.