Reckless (46 page)

Kellan caressed my cheek. “Anna knows what he’s like, Kiera. You don’t have to lie.”

Fighting back nausea and tears, I warbled, “I want to leave now.”

Kellan nodded and held me close. I clutched him tight as he asked one of the waitresses to call a cab. After hasty goodbyes to Sienna and the D-Bags I
liked,
Kellan and I ducked out the
rear exit. A yellow and black taxi was waiting for us, and holding hands, we darted inside. Kellan told the cab driver where to go, then twisted to face me. His expression was worried and
apologetic. I searched his features as hot tears leaked out of my eyes. “I hate him,” I seethed. And just when I’d actually been starting to like Griffin too. As irrational as it
sounded, I felt like he’d just cheated on me as well as my sister.

Kellan grabbed my cheeks, giving me a soft, tender kiss. It took a moment, but as the cab started pulling away, his gentle touch finally eased my hardening heart. Not all men sucked.

I fumed as I lay in my spacious king-sized bed next to my sleeping husband. I wasn’t even enjoying the fifteen hundred thread–count sheets or the ultra-warm down
comforter. The silky silver tassels attached to the corners of my pillow were nothing more than stress-relievers as I repeatedly ran my fingers through them. Griffin was a certified, Grade-A
asshole. If my father didn’t first, I may put a hit out on him. I was sure I could talk Kellan into helping me hide the body.

Every sense I had was focused on the hallway, because the moment I heard Griffin’s arrival at the hotel, I was going to pounce on him. And Kellan wasn’t going to be able to stop me
this time. Nothing would stop me this time. Even hotel security would have trouble containing me. Griffin had gone too far.

I knew Kellan was right. I knew the choice to be a decent human being was Griffin’s alone, but Jesus Christ, Anna was about to pop out his child any day now. The least he could do was wait
until
after
his son was born to resume banging random babes. And he wasn’t exactly the brightest bulb in the box. Did he use condoms? What if he knocked one of the bimbos up? What if
he caught something and spread it to my sister? It was all so disgustingly horrifying. It jacked up my already revving temper.

My feet were twitchy and restless as I waited. Kellan was peacefully sleeping beside me, which didn’t help my anger any. How could he be so calm about the whole thing? Guys were weird.
But, then again, Griffin and Anna were weird. They’d never really been committed to each other. I just thought . . . with the pregnancy, and Griffin’s streak of monogamy . . . I had
just hoped things were different. Maybe the only anger I should be feeling was toward myself, for assuming he’d matured.

No. Griffin was an asshole.

I leapt out of bed when I finally heard voices in the hallway. So help me God, Griffin was going to pay for this. Not even sure if it was him I was hearing, I yanked open the heavy outer door.
Head down and hands in his pockets, Griffin was right in front of me as I stomped into the hallway. Smiling that fate
wanted
me to kick his ass, I pushed him into the far wall. Showing up
out of nowhere and flinging myself at him got Griffin’s attention. His face was pale white as he bumped into the hotel room door opposite mine.

Seeing the confusion on his face made my vision streak with red. Grade-A Asshole was going to get an earful, along with every other person on this floor who was trying to sleep. But I
didn’t care. My sister’s honor was at stake. A small part of me noted the hypocrisy in my actions, but the inferno in me drowned that part out. “You are the biggest son of a bitch
I have ever met!”

Being screeched at this early in the morning knocked the surprise off of Griffin’s face. Scowling, he yelled back, “What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

Matt had been walking in front of Griffin, Evan behind him. They both took a step toward me when I lunged for Griffin. Maybe seeing that I was going to throttle the bassist, Evan held me in his
arms. “My sister is going to have your baby any second, and you’re out screwing whores in bathrooms! I hope Anna finally wises up and kicks your ass to the curb!”

Griffin’s face clouded over. “Yeah, like Denny kicked yours?” he snarled.

“Griffin!” Kellan was standing bare-chested in our doorway. My screaming may have woken him up, but it was Griffin’s comment that had his blood pumping. His eyes were narrowed
to icy pinpoints.

Griffin cast Kellan an annoyed, but cautious, glance. I took his moment of silence to shout back, “Minutes after Anna admits that she loves you, you find some cheap floozies to go down on
you? What the hell’s wrong with you?”

I could feel Evan’s hands on my arms being replaced by Kellan’s, but I didn’t care. Kellan would have to gag me to shut me up at that point. Griffin stepped toward me, and the
mood in the air shifted. Evan and Matt simultaneously put a hand on each of his arms, warning him to keep it together. Leaning into my face, Griffin yelled, “I didn’t do anything with
either of those girls, okay? So back the fuck off!”

Glaring, I spit out, “Right. And I’m supposed to believe that. I
saw
you.”

His mood changing again, Griffin sighed. Voice still agitated, but quieter than before, he told me, “Yeah, we started going at it. I had both girls primed, panties on the floor, dying to
jump me, but all I could think about was Anna.” Raising his hands in the air, his voice picked up strength and volume. “I didn’t want to fuck either of those girls because
I’m in love with your fucking sister! Are you happy now, bitch! I’m fucking whipped . . . just like these other pussies.” He indicated his band mates.

My jaw dropped. I couldn’t even respond to that.

Someone else did respond, though. “You’re in love with me?”

Every head shifted to the open hotel room door that Anna was leaning against. The energy in the air shifted again as Griffin locked eyes with her. Matt and Evan released him as he whispered,
“Yes.” Looking a little dejected, like he was admitting defeat, he muttered, “I’m in love with you, and I don’t want anybody else.” His brow furrowed, like he
didn’t understand how random hookups had suddenly lost their appeal.

Smiling, Anna strode out into the hallway to stand in front of him. “I love you too, and I don’t want anybody else either.” Cupping his cheek, she added, “You’re
enough for me.”

That seemed to make sense to Griffin, and he finally smiled like he was happy. “You’re enough for me too.”

Grabbing his hand, Anna started backing toward her room. “Good, then come be enough for me right now. I’m horny as hell.”

Griffin rushed up to her, grabbing her backside. “God, me too,” he murmured before their mouths met.

My stomach twisting for a completely different reason, I turned around to flee back inside my room. Kellan was still blocking my path, though. Regardless of the sort of romantic moment
we’d just witnessed, his expression was irritated. “Hey, Griffin!” I looked over to see Griffin reluctantly pulling his mouth from Anna’s. Kellan’s arm wrapped around
my waist as he told Griffin, “Don’t call my wife a bitch again.”

Griffin smirked at him, then turned back to Anna.

Kellan and I went back to bed after the happy couple’s breakthrough moment. Our slumber didn’t last long, though. Kellan had a series of radio interviews that he
had to call in for, which Tory reminded him about by mercilessly banging on our door. “Phone calls in ten minutes, Kyle.”

Groggy and tired, Kellan sat up in our bed with slothlike speed. Scratching his chest, he kissed my cheek then nuzzled my neck. Giggling, I reached up and tangled my fingers through his hair.
I’d been too upset to be intimate with him earlier, but I felt content and peaceful right then, and it was a shame to let this luxurious bed go to waste. Ten minutes wasn’t a lot of
time, but surely it was enough for a quickie.

As his lips worked their way up to my ear, I pulled his body down on top of mine. “Mornin’,” he husked.

Wrapping my legs around his legs, I ground my hips against him, determined to wake him
all
the way up; it didn’t take long. “Good morning,” I whispered as I closed my
eyes. God, he felt good.

Kellan didn’t waste a second of his precious time; he pulled off my clothes while I pulled off his. When we were bare in each other’s arms, I figured we still had over nine minutes
left. Kellan’s body was warm and soft, yet hard as steel as I clutched him to me. Enjoying our moment of freedom in our private suite, I held nothing back as his body sank inside of mine. The
novelty of being completely alone with him had me climaxing at a minute and a half in. When Tory banged on his door at the five minute reminder, telling him she’d texted his interview
itinerary to him, I cried out with my second release. When she came back around with her sixty second reminder, I experienced my third and Kellan finally allowed himself to join me.

We were panting, both well spent, when he slunk off of the bed, cell phone in hand to go make his round of appointed calls. With a satisfied smile, I wondered if he had anymore ten minute breaks
in his lineup.

Deciding to be a little lazy, since today wasn’t a traveling day, I ordered up some room and laundry service. Sienna’s manager had booked the hotels for the tour, and Sienna had
extravagant tastes—anything under five stars simply wouldn’t do. Most of the hotels we’d stayed at would wash all of our clothes for us if we called and asked. This was a huge
bonus for me, since laundry wasn’t my favorite thing in the world. Life on the road with Sienna did have a couple of perks; I felt spoiled.

After throwing all of our clothes into a bag, including what we’d been wearing this morning, I grabbed a couple of plush robes from the bathroom. The long, white robe smelled of lavender
and was softer than any robe I’d ever worn before. It made me feel like I was wrapped in a gigantic powder puff. I briefly considered stealing it.

Kellan was sitting at a table next to the doors that led to the balcony. The view of downtown Charlotte from our hotel room was impressive, with scores of beautiful skyscrapers reaching up to
touch the clouds. I didn’t give it more than a second’s glance this morning though, because Kellan was sitting in the chair completely naked, and it was highly distracting. I tossed him
a robe. It was a shame to cover up that body, but he might give the poor hotel employee heart failure if she walked in and saw him like that. Kellan smiled at me as he spoke to the DJ on the other
line. He didn’t put the robe on, but laid it over his lap. Good enough.

Just as I again was considering stealing both of the robes, our food arrived. Having food delivered straight to my bedroom was my favorite part about staying at hotels. There was nothing quite
like propping yourself up on soft, plump pillows while a steaming plate of bacon, eggs, cinnamon rolls, orange juice, and coffee was rolled into position beside you. I liked it. It made me feel
like a queen. In fact, I planned to find a way to continue the luxury when the tour ended. Maybe hire one of my friends to bring us breakfast in bed every morning, or maybe Rita. I’m sure she
wouldn’t mind swinging by each and every day for a chance to see Kellan shirtless. Hmmm, on second thought, maybe not.

As Kellan’s food was placed in front of him at his table by a male employee, I handed a female employee the bag of laundry I’d scrounged together. It was so nice not have to look for
Laundromats everywhere we went. The fresh-faced employee was very professional, but her eyes darted over to Kellan’s half-naked body every few seconds. It almost made her seem like she had a
nervous tic.

Kellan paused in his conversation to thank them both, then he gave me a quick smirk when he noticed what I’d ordered for him—a Denver omelet. Ignoring his enticing expression, I
grabbed my purse so I could tip the employees.

The male employee politely took his bills and left as silently as he’d entered. The female lingered. Wondering if I’d have to turn her around and forcibly push her out the door, I
glanced at her nameplate and said, “Thank you, Leanne.”

Hearing her name snapped her out of her trance, and she pulled her eyes from Kellan. Cheeks slightly flushed, she smiled and told me, “Let me know if you need anything else,” and
darted out the door. I supposed the image of Kellan wearing only a fluffy robe across his privates would cause any woman to suffer from a moment of impropriety.

Kellan and I spent the day lounging in our room, enjoying the peace, enjoying the privacy. When it was time to head out for the show, we finally got dressed. Our laundry was clean, dry, and
still a little warm. Reluctantly placing the robe on the bed, I slipped on my bra and the freshly washed KK underwear that Anna had gotten for me. Noticing what I was wearing, Kellan paused in
zipping up his jeans. “What’s that?”

I did a quick spin so he could see the words
Rock God
on my ass. “This is what the lucky fan gave me. Do you like them?”

Seemingly irritated, Kellan crossed his arms over his chest. “My initials are on your underwear. Of course I like them.”

I frowned. “Then why are you scowling at me?”

His face instantly shifted into a devilish grin. “Because you could have been wearing those earlier today, and I could have ripped them off of you with my teeth.” As my heart rate
increased, Kellan sighed and finished zipping up his pants. “But it’s too late now . . . you missed out.”

“I’ll still be wearing them later,” I muttered.

Kellan heard me, and his eyes started burning with interest. I had as much difficulty pulling my gaze away from him as poor Leanne had.

As we all climbed into the dark SUVs that the label loved to rent, I looked around for my sister. I hadn’t left my room at all, and I was curious to see how things were going with her and
Griffin, now that they were finally exclusive. Matt was beside me in the car while I waited for Kellan. He’d been accosted by a couple of fans outside the hotel and was obliging them with
autographs. No doubt Sienna was right by his side. “Have you seen Anna?” I asked Matt.

Matt shook his head. His pale eyes concerned, he asked, “Have you seen Griffin?” When I shook my head, Matt sighed. “If he misses the show I’m gonna kill him.”