Dangerous Hearts: Rock Star Romance, 1 (Lyric & Wolf) (11 page)

I
wake up wet, my fingers inside me, desperate pants infiltrating the air of my
hotel room. I’m naked and alone, but fuck, I don’t feel alone. Vivid dreams of
Wolf making me come multiple times
are
heavy
on my mind as I lead myself to a self-induced climax. I’m panting when it’s all
over and cursing my fucked
-
up mind for wanting
it to be him shoving his fingers and tongue into me. Especially since Wolf was
busy giving someone else orgasms last night.

After a long shower, I dress and throw
last night’s clothes into my overnight bag. Slinging it over my shoulder, I
head down to the breakfast bar before
boarding
the bus. We still have an hour before we have to be on our way, but I don’t
want to risk seeing Wolf’s face this morning. Not only because he starr
ed as the
come-giver of my dreams last night, but
because of what I witnessed as I was leaving the bar. I’m not sure why it
surprised me. It’s what I expected to see
.
But
maybe my expectations
have
changed. I don’t know, and I don’t want to fucking care.

I shoot a quick text message to the team,
hoping it’s enough to wake their asses up. Stealing
some
coffee and
a
banana from the buffet, I
dart outside to the bus and slip into my new bunk. The furthest one away from
Wolf’s den. The safest.

As the guys start piling onto the bus,
Crawley is walking around. I know he’ll want to see my face, so when he nears
my bunk, I pull open the curtain and smile. He winks at me and turns back
around. I slide the curtain closed again and
lie
back on my pillow, already knowing I’ll be riding most of the way to our next
stop in here. Hiding.

Just then my curtain is rudely tugged
open, revealing the one face I was in no mood to see. Especially this early in
the morning after I spent the
wee
hours giving
myself amazing orgasms to thoughts of him. My cheeks immediately heat under his
gaze. His expression
is
haunted, and I know he
wants to say something. “Where’d you go last night? I thought we were riding
back together.”

I
assume a
blank
expression as I look back at him. He regrets something
—it's all over his face—
but I don’t want to know
what. “Lorraine said she’d see you home. You were busy with a different kind of
ride.”

His face falls as if I’ve confirmed his
suspicions. “Lyric, nothing happened.”

I laugh almost deliriously and turn my
stare to the ceiling of my bunk. “It doesn’t matter, Wolf. You don’t have to
explain anything to me.”

“Shit,” he
says,
seething
. Then he yanks the curtain closed.

He walks away.

A door slams.

My heart sinks.

What
the hell was that?

Wolf

Nothing happened with that girl at the
club, but that’s not why I’m pissed. I’m pissed that I found myself trying to
explain to Lyric what really happened. When Lorraine
said
she took off without me, I knew Rex
didn’t get
that chick off me in time. I knew Lyric saw, but she saw wrong. I was
practically molested by a drunk girl
,
and my
own drunk
ass couldn’t control her. She was
all over me
, d
ry humping me in front of my
band. It was a joke with Lorraine the entire ride home, but I didn’t find it
funny. I only had one thing on my mind and her name was Lyric. I went straight
to her room and banged on her door, but she must have already been asleep. No
one would let me in
,
so I finally went to bed.

Why am I so concerned about what Lyric
saw? Or what Lyric felt when she saw what she did? Why do I feel this
insatiable need to protect her as if she were mine? Why do I feel like she
is
mine? She’s the furthest thing from
it, but that doesn’t
change
the fact that I
want to bury myself in
side
her every time I
see her.

There’s only one thing I can do on a ride
as long as this. If I can’t get my mind off Lyric, I’ll write my own.

Stay

Emotions
blister, feelings fester

Beneath .
 . .
cold .
 . .
skin

You
weren’t invited in

Your
heart is puckered at the surface

Feathers
ruffled, you’re so damn careless

Strange
vibrations, impure intentions

Everything .
 . .
I .
 . .
fear

Our
connection so clear

It’s
the ultimate crime, these sensations I feel

It’s
every damn thing I fear

Stay .
 . . stay
away .
 . .

You’re
crawling beneath my skin

We’re
putting a stop to something

Before
it ever begins

Just
stay .
 . . stay away from here . . .

Just
stay .
 . . stay away from
me .
 . .

It’s missing a bridge and maybe another
verse, but I need to get up and stretch. I’ve been staring at my notebook for
hours, unable to keep the words from pouring out onto the page. That’s as far
as I get before I
put
the lyrics away and
leave the space of my room. Writing never takes a toll on me like this. But
then again, my songs usually involve partying and one
-
night
stands. Not infiltrations of the heart.

The guys are watching television. Lyric
is nowhere to be
seen
. There’s a dullness in
my chest at the thought
,
and I want to pound
on it until it kick-starts back to life—to the way things used to be—when I
didn’t obsess over how someone view
ed
me or
interpret
ed
my actions. I need to get over
this shit. This isn’t me.

I reach into the refrigerator for a
water, ready to wash down the frustration. When I peer above the door, I
stiffen. The curtain to Lyric’s bunk is opened slightly, just enough to see her
sleeping comfortably on a bright blue pillow. At least she looks comfortable.
The soft features of her face and those damn long eyelashes make my heart beat
a little faster. I’ve watched her sleep before. It’s a beautiful sight—and she
makes the most adorable noises.

“Hey, Wolf.”

I jump, splashing water down my shirt.
“Shit
.
” I close
the refrigerator and set the water on the counter.

“Check out this riff for ‘Dangerous
Heart,’” Stryder hollers from the couch, completely missing my blunder. He
starts strumming something before I can respond.

I walk over and sit across from him,
listening intently and trying to get a feel for it. He repeats it a few times
,
and then I’m singing along with him.

Can’t
rely on second chances

Since
the first ripped my heart apart

You’re
not welcome here anymore

Cause
there’s no going back to the start

“Yeah,
man. That’s the shit right there.” I’m nodding and making him play it again so
I can get the vocals right. Lorraine plays a few keys on her traveling keyboard
, and
I smile over at her, loving that we can do
this. Jam like this at a moment’s notice. It’s not long before Derrick grabs
his sticks and tinkers around with his beats. Hedge joins in with backup
vocals. He always stores his bass in the luggage bays.

The band has been working the social
media outlets, sharing the video and recruiting help from our fans, search
ing for
the owner of the song. We’re up to 3.5
million hits on YouTube
,
and radio stations
are already calling our label rep
,
asking for
the song.

“What are we going to do if we don’t find
the writer of this song?” Lorraine asks, disappointment evident in her tone.
She’s probably the most in love with it
—
other
than me.

The rest of them chime in and look at me.
Crawley’s eyes are on me from the passenger seat of the bus. He’s the only one
who knows Lyric wrote it. I confided in him the next afternoon and asked him to
keep it a secret. He happily obliged. And we agreed I should be the one to tell
the band that we found her, although they would never know who
she
is.

“I’ve already found her
.
”

“What?” They’re all screaming at my
confession, causing me to laugh.

“It’s a her? Who the fuck is she? You’re
holding out on us
.
” Hedge glares
at me
.

“She wants to remain anonymous. Sorry
guys, I can’t tell you who she is, but she’s letting us keep the song.”

“She doesn’t want money?” Derrick asks.

I shake my head, just as bewildered as
the rest of them. “She wants nothing but her anonymity.

The bus gets rowdy
,
and before I know it, Stryder’s passing shots of whiskey around
like it’s someone’s birthday. The jam session continues, and I almost forget
that Lyric’s asleep
in her bunk
beside us. I’m
not surprised when she wakes up and stumbles groggily into the wild party
taking place.

I try to meet her eye
,
but she avoids me and sits beside Derrick. “What’s
going on?”
s
he asks him.

A pang of jealousy hits my chest as I
watch their exchange
and
wish she had come to
me. Sat by me. “Wolf found the writer of that new song. It’s ours. We’re
celebrating
all
night.”

Her face tightens
,
and she immediately stands. “Count me out. I didn’t get much sleep last night
and I need to get some work done
;
see you
guys.”

She starts to crawl back into her bunk
,
but I reach her first. “If you need to work you
can use my room. It’s quiet back there
.
T
hese guys will probably be rowdy the rest of the
trip. They’re pumped about the song.”

Lyric gives me a half smile. I think
she’s excited about the song
,
too, but she’s
still pissed off about last night. I can’t blame her. I’m pissed at myself
and confused. I’m not sure what the fuck is going
on, but seeing Lyric smile is enough to lift me above the clouds.

“Okay, thank you.”

I watch her walk away because I can’t
exactly follow her to my room. Instead, I pick up the keyboard and mess around
while Lorraine sings. She has a decent voice and sometimes sings backup,
bringing a different sound to a few of our songs.

Derrick is the first to call it quits
when he gets a text message and slips into his bunk. Lorraine and Hedge turn on
the PS3, and Stryder carries Misty to their bunk. Without hesitation, I sneak
back to my room
and
t
ap
the door lightly before entering.

Lyric looks up
.
S
he’s lying
flat on
her
stomach on my bed,
her
computer in front of
her. She moves to sit up
,
and I wave my hand.
“I’m just going to shower. You can stay.”

“I should go,” she says, avoiding my
eyes.

“I wouldn’t go out there,” I say in a
desperate attempt to keep her close. “Stryder and Misty get loud sometimes.
Unless you’re into that shit, you should stay. I’ll be in here
.
” I point to the door to my bathroom. “Don’t
worry.” With a final smile, I step into the bathroom and close the door
before
leaning against it with a heavy sigh. My
heart is pounding.

What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve
never had to work so hard to keep a girl in my company before, but I don’t want
her to leave. We should talk, but what do I say? She already shut me down once
today. Maybe now that time has passed and we’re
alone .
 . .

It’s hard to keep my mind off of the fact
that Lyric is lying on my bed right now
with
her tits pressed into my mattress. Her tight, round ass in the air. My hand
instinctively finds my cock and begins stroking it. I need to take care of this
problem if I’m going to spend any time around Lyric today. Tonight is our last
night on this bus
;
we’ll be at the venue in
the morning. Then it’s show time. I can’t
fucking
wait
to be on that stage and singing
“
Dangerous
Heart
”
for everyone. Just the thought of being
on stage makes my dick harder.

My strokes are faster as I imagine it’s
Lyric’s hand wrapped around me
,
h
er pretty eyes batting up into mine before she
takes a mouthful deep
until
it hits the back
of her throat. She’s the perfect size to take against the wall
,
too, or a door, or the glass of a shower. “Ah,” I
groan as my hand falls upon the wall, my movements tugging at the feel of my
release coming to a head. I tighten my hold as I think of what Lyric’s pussy
might feel like as I mak
e
her come
,
her spasms choking my dick. “Fuck,” I cry as fluid
flies from me and
hits
the shower wall in
multiple spurts. As I empty myself, the last thought I have is of kissing
Lyric’s soft lips.

Just kissing her.

Still turned on and dripping wet from the
shower, I wrap a towel around my lower half and step into the bedroom. I’m
expecting to find Lyric there. Still on my bed. Waiting for me. I’m already
getting hard again thinking about it.

She’s gone.

My heart is beating erratically in my
chest. We were supposed to talk. That was the whole point of making sure she
stayed. I have no idea what I would have said to her if we got
the
chance, all I know is that I want it fucking
desperately.

Looking down at the bulge in the towel,
I see
my standing ovation is demanding attention.
“Shit, you’re needy today,” I say, ripping off the towel and taking hold of the
rapidly growing purple beast.

Knowing this one is going to take some
time, I lean against the wall and close my eyes, thinking of Lyric again. She’s
so fucking beautiful. I’d give anything to have my mouth on hers right now. I’d
drown in her pussy if given the chance.

“Oh my God!”

The gasp yanks me from my daydream
, and
m
y eyes fly
open,
my
hand still wrapped around my beast of
an erection. Lyric is in my room,
the
door
closed behind her as if she looked up too late. She
doesn't
see that I’m staring back at her because her eyes are on my fully hard dick.