Tempting Perfection

“Mr. Hendrix says you have food poisoning?”

“I think so. I had some pork and corn.” I gagged. “From a food truck.”

“Okay, let me check you out.”

The doctor poked and prodded and looked me over. By the time he was done, I was exhausted. “It looks like you’re probably right. If it doesn’t stop within the next twenty-four hours, call me. Liquids only for now. Then slowly introduce solids back into your diet. Lots of rest.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

I walked back to my bedroom and stopped. “George. I need—”

“I’ve got him. Lie down. I’ll be in there to check on you in a second.”

“Thanks, Kurt. Tell Cameron I won’t be going.”

“I will.”

In a daze, I went back to my room and crawled under the covers. I didn’t even have the energy to change into my pajamas.

Chapter Eleven

Kurt

I grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge and walked back to Sawyer’s room. When Nina told me that Sawyer had dashed to the bathroom, I had to make sure she was okay.

Fucking pork and corn dish.

The woman drove me insane—never listened to a word I said.

“Hey, Sawyer, drink a little of this for me.”

All I got in response was a grunt. So, I sat on the edge of the bed and put my hand underneath Sawyer to turn her over. Fuck. Her top had shifted, showing the underside of her tits.

I looked up, trying not to let my eyes wander. Damn Vera or Veronica or Victoria—whoever the hell had made this top.

“Kurt?”

“Yeah, baby. I need you to drink this. You need to stay hydrated.”

She opened her lips, and I poured a little in her mouth. Gently, I laid her back down. Before I made it to the door, I heard her say softly, “Please stay with me tonight.”

“Let me get showered and take care of George. I’ll be back.”

“Thanks.”

I left her door open as I made my way to my shower. I shed my clothes, catching a glimmer of the rhinestones. My firecracker. Yes, I was fucked. Totally crazy about Sawyer.

I hopped in the shower with a raging hard-on. Every time I saw her, I wanted to push her against the wall and just take her. Inside, I felt like a ticking time bomb. If I was going to spend the night next to her, I needed to take care of this.

Leaning against the shower wall, I grabbed my cock and stroked, imagining Sawyer’s sweet body spread below me. Her tits were perky and fit in the palms of my hands. I stroked harder, thinking about how it felt to be inside her tight body. I imagined pounding into her as she held on to the headboard. I pumped my dick once, twice more before I released. “Fuck!”

I leaned my head against the shower wall and let the water rain down on me. If I didn’t get my head out of my ass, I was going to lose Sawyer. I knew it the moment that asshole, Jordan, had come into the picture. He wanted Sawyer. And from the look in his eyes, at some point, he’d had her.

Bastard.

I slammed my fist into the wall. I needed to get my shit straight. Is there a middle road we can find? Maybe. For the first time, I wanted to consider it. If we both sacrificed a little, could we get there?

I finished washing the sweat and concert grime from my body. The thrill of being on stage was unlike anything else. It had been a dream of mine and Dylan’s. I touched the tattoo on my chest, remembering his words. “Someday you’ll find someone who will make you question everything. Knoah did that for me.” If only he was here still. But then I