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She had no fucking idea. I’d never had sex with anyone that tight in my life. Granted that she was a virgin, but she felt so, so right. I rode her hard and long until she was coming down from her third orgasm and I pulled out of her, coming into my hand.

  Her eyes were round with curiosity as she watched me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes heavy. I kissed her cheek and washed off in the bathroom. She was getting up when I came back out. “Where are you going?” I asked.

  She glanced down at me, seeing I was completely naked, and looked the other way and scratched her arm. “Going to sleep. You have a concert tomorrow in Houston.”

  I lifted a brow and pointed toward my bed. “That’s where you’re sleeping tonight.” I walked to the stairs and looked down. “I’ll set my alarm and make sure they don’t walk in on us.”

  She looked relieved and crawled underneath my comforter. She looked so innocent right there. I took her in my arms and lay back against my pillow while I set my alarm clock.

  “I just had sex with you again.”

  She giggled. “I know. I was pretty sure you’d never talk to me again after last time.”

  “I didn’t think I wanted to but there was something at the back of my head telling me I’d have you again—somewhere. I just didn’t know it would be this soon. Four months on tour.”

  She relaxed against my chest and smiled. “Four months on a tour bus—practically alone every night.”

  “Sounds like a dream come true to me.”

  Chapter Five

  Missy

  Paxton’s alarm went off and I shot up out of the bed and then sighed.

  “Calm down, Princess. They’re not up yet. We’re still moving,” he said. His voice was gritty and rougher than normal in the morning and it made my woman parts clench.

  Ouch, I was so sore.

  Paxton’s breath hit my shoulder before he nipped it and then soothed it with a swipe of his tongue ring against the skin. “You smell of me,” he whispered.

  I giggled like a school-girl and tried to get up but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back toward him. “Where are you going?” he asked.

  Lord, how the sides had changed. The day before we were ready to rip each other’s throats out and then—wham bam thank you ma’am.

  He pressed me back down into the covers and hovered over me, nipping at my lip, twirling his tongue along my still naked body, and pushing my hair out of my face.

  “What’s so funny, Prissy?” he smiled into my neck and bit it lightly.

  “Us.”

  A small smile lifted from the corner of his lip. “I wouldn’t call what we did last night, funny, but I catch your jest of it.”

  The bus came to a screeching halt and Paxton flipped off of the bed and onto the floor. I crawled over and looked down at him. He narrowed his blue eyes and tried not to smile. “Don’t you fucking laugh or I’ll spank your ass.”

  I smirked. “Not saying a word.”

  Footsteps sounded from the start of the stairs and I jumped out of Paxton’s bed and ran toward my own, diving into the covers and messing them up the best I can before Nick came walking through the door.

  When I looked at Paxton he had shoved all of my clothes underneath his bed and was rubbing his face.

  Nick eyed me and straightened his t-shirt. Who was up and ready this early? My brother, that’s who. “Paxton we have a signing at the Houston mall soon. Get ready. You too, Missy.”

  He disappeared without another word.

  “A man of many words,” Paxton said, standing up. He was still naked, and even though we’d slept together, I felt like a giggly freshman.

  “You blush a lot, baby. We’re going to have to work on your courage.” He grabbed some clothes and walked over to my bed. His hair was a mess and I wanted to sink my hands into it again like I had the night before. I wanted to feel him on me but we were late.

  He cupped my face and took my mouth in his, not pulling away until my sex was throbbing for him. “I’ll be quick, Princess.”

  My body hummed as he walked away and I felt myself smiling without knowing it. I was in so much trouble.

  After my shower, I found Paxton waiting for me on his bed. His hair looked windblown as he ran his fingers through it. I wished I were the one doing that. His hair was amazing. His long fingers ran down his face and he screwed his eyes shut. I wondered what his nightmare had been about the night before but he didn’t tell and I didn’t ask.

  “You’re worried.”

  His head popped up and those blue eyes pinned me to my place in the bathroom doorway. “Not for me, Sugar. For you.”

  I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. I knew exactly what he was talking about. My dad would find out eventually and then we’d be screwed. Paxton wouldn’t have a job and I wouldn’t be able to live my life. He’d ruin any chance of me doing anything I want and everything he does.

  “You want to stop?” I asked, praying that he didn’t want to stop anything. We had just started.

  A wicked smile pulled at his jaw and he slowly shook his head at me. “No, baby. I don’t want to stop anything. We just started.” I smiled and he stood up. “We’ll have to be careful. Nothing in front of your dad or your brother.”

  I swallowed hard. “Okay.”

  Paxton took two giant steps and pinned me against the wall. He leaned down and ran his nose against the curve of my neck, nipping and sucking his entire way up to my forehead. “Do you know how fucking good you look in that damn skirt?”

  Oh. I wasn’t going to admit it but I had put it on purposely. I may have been inexperienced but I knew how to make a guy want, and Paxton wanted. “Well you better get all you want now because no touching once we step foot out of this door.”

  Paxton lifted a brow. “I said when your family was looking. That won’t keep me from pulling you into a broom closet and fucking you senseless, Sugar.”

  I heated—everywhere. Being around him wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced. I felt alive—wanted and alive. Beautiful. And I’d only known him for three days. I’m not sure what that said about me but I really didn’t care.

  I liked him and my dad would not ruin this for me.

  “Well I’ll hunt out the broom closets then.”

  Paxton watched me through heavy lids and grinned.

  ***

  Dillon tapped his drumsticks against my head from the backseat of my Dad’s SUV. I gritted my teeth and turned around to slap the sticks away for the fifth time.

  Dillon blew his bangs from his forehead and smiled down at me when I missed him—for the fifth time. “Stop messing up my hair. The press is going to be here.”

  Dillon tapped me again and then pulled back. “Yeah, but they won’t be taking pictures of you, Missy. You’re not in the band.”

  “Didn’t stop them before,” Dad called out from the front seat.

  I turned blood red and Dillon tapped me again.

  I turned to tell him off but saw Paxton grab his drumsticks and toss them into the back of the SUV. “If you don’t stop I’m going to break your goddamn wrists.”

  Dillon, being a light-hearted guy, put his palms out in surrender and reached back to dig for his drum sticks.

  Paxton was glaring at me when I looked up and my panties were instantly damp. Dang it! I wanted to lean in and kiss him but I turned around quickly to find Dad watching us in the review mirror.

  “Dillon, stop annoying people,” Dad called out and I sighed.

  He didn’t see.

  This was way harder than I had thought.

  The Houston mall was packed with people when we pulled up to the front. Girls were lined up outside and it looked like the inside was worse. Dad turned around and gave a serious face that I had a hard time looking at. “Now, you guys be nice. Do what the fans want and look forward to a long day. We’ll break for lunch in a few.” He gave me a quick glance. “Missy, stay out of the way and away from anything male.”

  Dillon snorted and my face heated. What a butthole! I wanted
to reach over and ruffle his perfectly quaffed hair and tell him he looked like a mobster, but I didn’t.

  I bit my tongue.

  We went in a back entrance where the mall manager was waiting for us. She was wide-eyed, holding a clipboard and smacking on some gum. When they said everything was bigger in Texas, they weren’t lying. Her hair looked like a beehive. “Y’all are right on time! It’s such a pleasure to meet you!” She wrangled us in.

  I watched my feet as I followed behind Ginger. Her heels click clacked against the tile and I tried to match her stride but I was too short—

  Something jerked me from the side and I was suddenly in a room—a broom closet. “Don’t let your dad talk to you like that, Sugar,” Paxton said.

  I glanced up from the flickering light I had been staring at and into his too-blue eyes. “What are you talking about?”

  He ran his knuckles down my cheek and placed his hand on my waist. “In the car. You don’t have to take that, Missy. You’re an adult.”

  Am I? I frowned. “It’s always been like that. He is in control—always.”

  Paxton nodded while leaning down to nip my jaw and nuzzle his mouth into my neck. “We’re going to fix that, baby. You’re an adult and you can make your own decisions. You can’t let him rule your life like this.”

  He was right but it pissed me off. “I’m not a baby, Paxton.” I pulled back and slammed my hand down on my waist. I had to lean my neck back pretty far to look up at him, but I kept my gaze as steady as I could. “I do make some decisions.”

  Paxton pressed his lips into a hard line and I realized he was trying not to laugh. “Is this your mad face I’m seeing right now?”

  I narrowed my gaze.

  His grin widened. “Is that supposed to be better?”

  I slugged him in the arm and he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me closer to him, closing the distance I had put between us. “I don’t think you have a mean bone in your body. We’ll work on it later. But now, I want to taste that mouth before your father starts searching for us.” He winked. “We wouldn’t want Daddy finding us snogging in the broom closet.”

  “You called it.”

  He leaned down and smiled. “I told you I’d have you in a broom closet if I wanted.”

  Leaning down, he took my mouth with his and molded himself to me. My heart raced thinking of someone finding us but I was exhilarated. When Paxton dropped one hand to my ass, he holstered me up onto his waist and held me against the wall.

  He shoved my skirt up toward my hips, only leaving my panties as a shield from the growing bulge in his jeans. “You feel what you do to me, baby?” he mumbled against my panting mouth.

  Oh, I felt it.

  Paxton gripped the base of my neck, wrapping his long fingers gently around my throat and squeezed. Adrenaline pumped through me. With Paxton lapping at my mouth, guiding my mouth to a torturous pace and him grinding himself against my soaked underwear, I was about to explode.

  I moaned and grinded myself down on him and he hissed underneath his breath. The hand around my neck lowered and he slipped his finger underneath my panties and stroked my clit with his thumb. I bucked against him. “That’s it, Sugar. Come for, daddy.”

  Oh, God. I wished the dang light was off, but my eyes were too teary with pleasure and my body was taking control. He pressed his thumb harder against my clit and slid one finger inside of me.

  “You’re so goddamn wet,” he whispered, nipping my bottom lip. “Let loose, baby. Just feel.” He trailed his tongue against my lower lip and I gripped the metal ring and pulled.

  Paxton’s eyes widened as I sucked his tongue into my mouth. A deep groan vibrated from his chest, and was all it took to send me over the edge. My legs were trembling against his waist while he soothed my pussy with his fingers, cooing ‘so fucking beautiful,’ ‘so tight,’ into my ear.

  “I wish we had more time, Princess.” He kissed a path from my forehead down to my lips. “But my phone has been vibrating in my jeans for the past ten minutes. Daddy is looking for us.”

  My eyes were still starry and my mouth opened in a wide grin. I felt high. Paxton lifted a brow and busted out laughing. “Feeling good, baby?”

  He had no freaking idea.

  I waited ten minutes to leave the closet after Paxton. Thankfully no one saw me come out. They were already seeing fans when I got there. Most were teenage—college—aged girls with signs and t-shirt pressed against their chest. I snagged a new Fringe t-shirt that had Paxton photo shopped in where their old guitarist used to be and tucked it underneath my arm.

  My dad came around the corner—on his phone, of course—and had two men following him. One was dressed like my dad and I thought I had seen him somewhere before, and the other was around my age and was staring directly at me.

  I quickly turned my head and pretended to look interested in the gaggle of girls taking pictures with Paxton.

  “Missy,” Dad said. “Come over here.” I carefully walked to my dad’s side and looked up at him. “This is my daughter Missy King. Missy, this is Mr. Ferguson and his son Benton.”

  I gave them a small wave, but Benton reached forward and grabbed my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Missy.”

  Oh, no. I knew that look. I knew this situation. I gave Dad a mean go to hell look. He narrowed his eyes at me. “Mr. Ferguson manages Switch and his son is going into the business like you.”

  Like me? Had dad forgotten that I’d been ignoring the college issue for the past three months? We had not decided on that. I gave him a tight grin. “Nice to meet you, Benton.”

  He gave me a wide grin and shoved his hand into the depth of his pockets. “You too. Would you like to get something to eat with me?”

  What? Dad nudged my side but I was too busy staring at the ground. I couldn’t go with him. “Missy, Benton asked you a question.”

  I swallowed. “She’d love to go with you. You kids go on.” Dad placed his hands on my shoulders and gave me a tight squeeze.

  Dang him! I wanted to grab his phone and stomp it into little pieces. Because that’s what it felt like he was doing to my life. Benton grabbed my hand and looped it through his arm and guided me out into the crowd and toward the food court.

  I didn’t even look back because I couldn’t see the look on Paxton’s face. We hadn’t defined our relationship, but I knew it was serious enough for us to not see anyone else.

  “So, Missy. What college are you going to?”

  Dang. I hadn’t been paying any attention to him. I shrugged. “Still deciding. My dad wants me to go to The University of Chicago, but I’m not sure.”

  He nudged my side and smiled down at me. “That’s where my dad is sending me too.” He winked a dark eye at me and gestured to Chick-Fil-A. Our options were limited in the mall.

  Once we got our food, which he insisted he pay for, we sat down at a booth and started eating. I felt weird and out of place and the little small talk wasn’t helping anything.

  Benton chuckled and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest. His button down blue shirt was Armani and if I had to guess I would have said his underwear was too. “I saw that tabloids last week.” His dark eyes meet mine. “They’ll do anything won’t they?”

  I smiled over at him. He was really good-looking. Dark eyes, dark hair and flawless skin. Not to mention eye lashes any girl would die for. “Seems like it.”

  Benton leaned forward and studied my face until I blushed. “You have beautiful eyes, Missy King.”

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “So, you’re on tour with the band this summer?” I nodded. “Sounds like fun.” He gave me a sarcastic grin. “Maybe—when you get back we could hang out sometime?”

  I opened my mouth as the chair next to me slid against the tile. I froze and watched as Paxton sat beside me, slamming his food down and giving me a lopsided grin. “Missy,” he said. “Who are you?” he blurted out, his hands clenching his sack of food.

  Ben
ton reached across the table and offered him his hand. “I’m Benton Ferguson.”

  Paxton clenched his jaw. “Right.”

  Benton furrowed his brows and retracted his hand. “So, anyway.” He looked down at his phone. “My dad just text me. We’re leaving. How about we exchange numbers? I would love to take you out sometime when you’re back in California.”

  I froze, my eyes wide and my heart pulsing in my throat. “I—,”

  “Not going to happen,” Paxton said, tossing a fry into his mouth. “Missy isn’t interested, and you need to just leave. Now.”

  Benton’s brow crawled up to his hairline. Oh, boy. “And why can’t Missy talk for herself?” His eyes turned to mine and held. “Tell me, Missy. Would you like to go out with me?”

  Paxton made a very low noise and leaned over the table. “I’m not going to tell you again. Get lost. She isn’t interested.”

  Benton swallowed hard and carefully stood up. But not before scribbling his number down on a napkin and sliding it to me. “For when you finally find your tongue.”

  And he walked off.

  My mouth dropped open at the same time Paxton stood up. I grabbed his wrist. “Paxton, don’t. He’ll tell my dad. Just drop it.”

  Paxton watched him walk away from us, never taking his eyes off of him until he was lost in the crowd before he sat down.

  He turned to me. “What in the hell are you doing? Didn’t we just have this conversation when I was making you come in the broom closet, Missy?”

  I grabbed my bag and sighed. “My dad made me come with him, Paxton. What was I supposed to do? Tell him that I’m sleeping with a tattooed guitarist?”

  Paxton grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “Is that what you think this is? That we’re just sleeping together?” He let out a bitter laugh. “Baby, please. Spare me the bullshit.” He leaned closer to me, his lips only a hairbreadth away. “You are mine and no one else’s. Do you hear me, Missy King? I don’t want you on anymore ‘dates,’ no numbers and you’re sleeping in my fucking bed tonight. No one else’s.”

  I had never heard anything that sounded that good. It didn’t hurt that his gritty voice made it sound so, so much better. I nodded. “Well, we’re actually getting a hotel room tonight, so I’ll be sleeping by myself.”