Seduction by Song (29 page)

I laugh, setting my glass down as I begin to feel the slightest bit tipsy. “No. No, not at all—these have been the most turbulent days of my life, but also, undeniably, the best.”

“As glad as I am to hear that,” he says, setting his glass down as well to settle in next to me on the couch, “I think I can make it better.”

I laugh again and shake my head. I didn’t only feel tipsy, but also quite drowsy. “How about we save that for tomorrow, rock star. I really am bone tired.”

He hums thoughtfully as he brings his hands up to my shoulders, massaging carefully until I moan at the pleasant sensation it sends down my spine.

“You think so? I think you’ve got some energy left in you.”

I make a completely noncommittal sound, thoroughly distracted by his ministrations. His hands move further down my back, guiding me to lie on my stomach. I sigh, completely content and almost starting to doze off, as he continues to massage my shoulders with expert care. Despite my drowsiness, I feel that familiar tingle of arousal beginning to spread throughout my abdomen as he slips his hands under my shirt, pushing it up so that he’s massaging my bare skin.

I shiver in anticipation, immobilized by this sudden onslaught of pleasure, as he strips my jeans off again, sliding his hands down to massage my thighs.

He hums again as he slips his fingers up to tease at the wetness between my legs, smiling as he presses a kiss to my back. “Look at that—I think I’ve convinced someone to come out and play.”

I moan and shift my hips against his fingers until he slips two digits inside of me, thrusting lazily until my body is aching for more. I push myself up on my arms, then onto my knees, as I press myself back against him.

“
Mm
, I think you’re right.”

“You think?” he whispers, dangerously low in my ear.

I shudder and push back against his fingers, wanting more inside of me. “You’re right—make me feel good, Romeo.”

He presses a hot kiss to my shoulder, slipping a third finger inside of me. “How should I make you feel good? Like this?”

I groan. The additional pressure is just what I needed, but it still isn’t enough. “
More
.”

He grins as he removes his hand to spread my legs a little, pressing the head of his cock to my soaking wet opening.

“Better?”

I nod and thrust myself back against him, the lips of my pussy swallowing him and dragging him into my body. I moan as he fills me up just the way I needed, thrusting shallowly inside of me as he gasps, too. Already stimulated to the brink of climax by his massage, it only takes a moment for me to come, groaning his name and straining to take as much of him inside of me as he’ll allow.

We make love for hours on end that night, moving from the couch to the floor to the kitchen to the bed as though we needed to cover every inch of the suite with our passion. I thought I was exhausted leaving the Blue Bamboo, but by the end of the night, wrapped up in each other’s arms in bed, I know I am
truly
exhausted and fulfilled in a way I’ve never been before.

Chapter
Thirty-two

In the morning, we wake up to a sound that’s quickly becoming familiar: a loud pounding at the door of our hotel room. I shift in bed, not quite coming fully awake just yet. Romeo is missing from the warm space next to me by the time I really open my eyes, and it takes me another second to register the sounds of voices coming from the other room.

“Well,
I’m
not leaving without Erin,” Romeo is saying.

Someone snarls, the sound reaching into my memories and bringing up and image of Dante. I cringe. Of
course
it would be Dante. I hadn’t seen his band mates—except on stage, of course—in quite a few days now, but we couldn’t possibly avoid them forever.

“You’re so fucking gone over this chick, man,” Dante says. “Look, you’ve
got
to ride with us in the RV. We haven’t had time to talk about our set for
days
—the papers are going to catch on soon enough that we’re doing the same shit in the same order every night.”

“Then Erin can come with,” Romeo says.

“No, she
can’t
,” Dante retorts instantly. “No girls on the bus. You think I want Santiago to skin me alive? We’re not all his golden boy, you know.”

“Then
deal
with it,” Romeo snaps. I could almost see him tensing even though he was out of sight in the other room. “I’ve got a car. I’ll see you at the show.”

Dante curses under his breath, something that I don’t quite catch. The slam of a door comes not long after, and I’m just starting to sit up when Romeo enters our room again.

He smiles, as easily as though the altercation out there never happened. “Morning, sleepyhead. Ready for another day on the road?”

I groan as I stretch my arms out, the pleasurable ache from last night still lingering in all my muscles. “Mmhm. I think that’s
all
I’m ready for—a nice, long day of
sitting
.”

He laughs as he climbs into bed again, pinning down to the sheets with the weight of his body as he drops his mouth to mine—he doesn’t let our lips touch, though, instead hovering mere inches above mine.

“Really? Not even a kiss?”

I hum as though I really have to think about that. “
Maybe
a kiss.”

He barely waits for me to finish speaking before he claims my lips, nipping playfully at my tongue.

We spend what’s probably
way
too much time making out in bed, smoothing the kinks out of each other’s muscles. It’s nearly noon by the time we get on the road towards Atlanta, where Romeo would have a show tomorrow night. I stretch out my legs as soon as we hit the freeway and prop my feet up on the dashboard, feeling free in a way I never have before.

“Better put those sexy ankles away. I might get
distracted
,” Romeo teases after we’d been on the road for a good long while.

I laugh and wiggle my toes a little. “My
ankles
are sexy?”

“Every part of you is sexy, babe. Every part of you makes me want to pull you down onto me and feel your pussy clench around my dick.”

I shiver at the words, instantly aroused by the images he stirs up within me. I sneak a glance at him—or, more specifically, his crotch—and find him half-hard. “Yeah? Whenever and wherever you want, huh?”

“You bet your pretty little ass,” he says, shooting his trademark grin of seduction by way. “You wouldn’t even complain. You’d let me do it anywhere I wanted.”

I sigh, feigning annoyance when, in reality, sparks of excitement are shooting through my whole body. “I would, would I?”

His voice lowers to dangerous tones when he says, “Wouldn’t you?”

I shiver again, biting down on my lip to resist the urge to touch myself right then and there. We had stopped at a mall just earlier that day to pick up a change of clothes to me, and I was dressed in a simple white dress shirt and a navy blue skirt—practically a schoolgirl uniform—now. I would have been so easily to slip my fingers past my dampening panties and into my aching folds, but I resist.

It wouldn’t be fair to Romeo, after all.

Instead, I simply nod and smile back at him. “I would. I really would.”

Romeo’s lips curl up into a grin again as he glances at me, looking straight through my skirt as though he could see just how aroused I was. “Bet you’d even let me do it on stage.”

The thought of that makes me gasp, shooting a pang of arousal so strong through me that I feel my nipples hardening against my bra.

“Mmhm,” is all I can manage to say as I try to even out my breathing. “I would—but you wouldn’t
dare
.”

He laughs, a hint of deviousness coming to his eye. “Is that a
challenge
?”

I bite down on any sassy retort I might have for that, because Romeo just might make good on his promise. He wasn’t dangerous or stupid, but he was a daredevil to be sure—I wouldn’t put it past him to
actually
bend me over on stage in front of his thousands of fans and perform such an intimate act right out in the open.

I can’t deny that the thought is arousing, either. After all, I had that same fantasy not long ago. Instead of writing him off as a joke, I smile flirtatiously and skim my fingers down his arm.

“Well, I don’t know,” I say. “Was that a
promise
?”

Romeo groans suddenly, dropping a hand to press the heel of his palm to his growing erection. “Damn it—Erin, I need to have you now. We’re pulling over. Think there’s a hotel up ahead.”

I open my mouth to protest, to tell him that we should make it to Atlanta as quickly as possible so that he would have time to rehearse with the band, but my own arousal kept me from speaking. I needed him, too—
now
.

We pull over in McDonough, still a ways away from Atlanta (though at least we’re in the right
state
now), and stop at the first hotel: the Hilton Garden Inn. I was amazed at how Romeo could find luxury, of a sort, in even a small, random town at the side of the road. Parking is easy—the hotel must not be seeing very many guests this time of year—and we manage to book a room without much trouble.

Before the front desk manager can hand us our keys and send us on our way, a familiar voice booms out from behind us.

“Well, well,” Dante says, his derisive tone making us both spin around to face him. He’s standing with Vince at his side, and they both have their arms around two sexy blondes (
each
). “Look who we have here. Finally rejoining the team, rock star?”

Romeo rolls his eyes and palms the key cards that are finally slid over to us. “What are you doing here, Dante.”

The man shrugs, tightening his grip on his ladies and making them giggle shrilly. “Same as you, I suppose. Taking a break, having a drink, getting my
dick
—.”

“Enough,” Romeo says, practically snarling the words. “You do whatever you want. I don’t need the gory details.”

Dante sneers, beginning to steer Vince and the four girls with them away towards the pool area. “Whatever you say, man. Come join us at the pool if you want—but, oh
wait
. Guess you’re too cool for that these days.”

They disappear through the sliding glass doors, finally leaving us alone to take the elevator up to our room. The deluxe suite is lovely, just as all the other rooms Romeo has booked for us have been, but the urgent need I felt for Romeo was fading quickly.

It wasn’t guilt, exactly—Dante had an attitude problem and I knew
that
wasn’t my fault in the slightest. He had been Romeo’s best friend, though, and I hated the fact that I seemed to be driving a wedge between them. I never wanted to be that girl who tore brothers apart for no good reason.

Tentatively, I take Romeo’s hand and turn him to face me. “Is everything alright? With you and Dante, I mean?”

He looks almost surprised that I would be so forward and direct with my questions, but his expression softens after a moment. “Yeah. Yeah, Erin, we’re good. He’s just—difficult, sometimes.”

I laugh, nodding. “I can tell. Maybe we should spend some time with him?”

He quirks an eyebrow at me, then, the skepticism clear. Understandable, too. Although I never
really
fought with Dante, we both made it clear enough that we weren’t made to exist in each other’s company. I refused to let our enemy status come between Romeo and his friends, though, so I put on a smile and gesture to the bag I’m carrying.

“I
did
pick up that cute bikini earlier. Maybe we
should
spend some time down at the pool.”

Romeo sighs, squeezing my hand before letting me go. “Dante’s just being a child—but you
do
look pretty damn sexy in that get-up. What kind of man would I be to pass up an opportunity to see that in action?”

I smile and stretch up to press a quick kiss to his mouth. “A very silly one. Give me a minute to get changed?”

He nods and gives me a firm slap on the ass as I turn to the bathroom, drawing a startled laugh out of me as we go.

“You’d better believe we’re going to finish what we started earlier, though!” he says.

I smile to myself as I begin to change in the bathroom—that was one threat I could live with.

We spend quite a bit more time down at the pool than I anticipated. I have to get out of the hot tub everyone is settled in about twenty minutes after we arrive, my fingers already starting to get all pruney. Two of the girls leave with Vince at some point, and the two that were with Dante leave in something akin to disgust. I couldn’t blame them. After a few cocktails, Dante
had
gotten a bit tipsy.

I steer clear of him, but smile. Romeo seemed to be having an easier time making nice with him. They talk through some things about the set they’ll do in Atlanta tomorrow night, rearranging a few songs on the list to keep the order fresh. They even tell a few hilarious stories about their playground days together, recounting each broken bone they accidentally (or, on some rare occasions,
purposefully
) gave one another.