“We’ll be in heaven.”
“Shit. I can't wait,” came that hoarse, desperate tone.
But another stepped in, commanding and dominant.
“But we will wait.”
“Until tomorrow then.”
My eyelids refused to lift so I could see exactly what was going on. But spicy, masculine scents permeated the haze surrounding my brain, and I sucked happily on the cock in my mouth.
So good. So warm. So delicious.
Because there was no place else in the world but here with the three rock stars. Touching them. Feeling them. Smelling them. The raven-haired men were perfect.
And they cared about me. They could have fucked me silly, and I would have screamed with ecstasy. I would have opened my pussy for them, even let them use my ass if that’s what they wanted.
But these three alphas are more than ravaging monsters. They’re real men. They care about me as sweet female exploring new things in life.
And they want me to be comfortable.
Safe.
Coddled and petted, a precious gem lying on a cushioned altar.
Because Mason, Trent and Nick have become my knights in shining armor now … and I can’t imagine going back to any other life.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nick
Katy’s the best thing that’s ever happened to the band. Because we’ve been pretty depressed the last couple months. Again, it was the endless screaming. The endless touring. Playing the same songs over and over again, just in a different city.
But with Katy, it’s different. She’s like a breath of fresh air, a rejuvenating wind. With our sweet girl, suddenly we’re three alphas refreshed and ready, the wind at our backs.
Shit.
It’s incredible.
Who knew one teen girl could do this for us?
But it’s real, alright.
I haven’t felt this good since Alpha Prime had its first hit.
And now that we were on the plane again, I couldn’t focus without my best girl at hand. Where was our beautiful brunette?
Trent had given me some lyrics to check out but the worlds melted into one another before my eyes like ants marching across the page.
“Can’t think?” Mase grunted, grinning at me.
That guy was always smiling. I liked that about him. But anyone who mistook his smiles for weakness was wrong to do so. Because Mason was quick to grin and make things fun at a party, but he was also the first to raise fists if shit was going down. Oh yeah, this guy is a beast beneath that friendly exterior.
“Yeah, where is she?” I asked, annoyed as hell. “I’m trying to go over these lyrics but every time a rhythm hits my brain, it all stops. Because of her.”
There was no need for us to even mention her name. We were thinking about the same girl, and it wasn’t one of the groupies in the front row.
“I know what you mean. I fucked up a few notes at the last show because I was thinking about her. She’s sexiest thing I've ever seen,” Mason admitted. “Wanna hand me those lyrics? I’ll see if I can think of a beat for you to work with. Maybe that’ll help.”