Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

I arch my back to match his movements. I watch him through the mirror. His eyes flutter closed. His teeth sink into his lips. He moves harder and faster.

Then he's there. And I have to close my eyes because I'm there too. I groan his name as my orgasm knots tighter and tighter. My fingers dig into the wall as I go over the edge. I come in torrents, my sex pulsing so hard I'm afraid I'm going to push him out of my body.

He only moves harder, deeper. His thighs shake as he comes. His nails scrape against my skin. My name rolls off his tongue as he fills me.

When he's spilled every drop, Ethan scoops me into his arms and takes me to the bed. He positions his body next to mine, his forehead pressed against mine, his chest pressed against mine.

He's still looking at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen.

Right now, I feel like the best thing in the world.

Right now, I really believe I deserve all the pleasure and happiness in the world. I really believe I deserve to keep him.

Chapter 27

Ethan

Joel arrives just in time for the show in Chicago. He kills it the way he always does.

After we finish, I spend an hour hanging out with fans. I've been skipping my usual autographs, conversations, and pictures thing in favor of hanging out with Violet.

Occasionally, fans get a little too grabby or rude. Otherwise, they're great and I love chatting with them. I can talk about Dangerous Noise music all night and I know how to make people feel special without pulling out all sorts of bullshit.

Still, I'm relieved when I finish mingling and make my way backstage. There's no sign of Mal, Joel, or Kit in the hallway, but I can still feel the tension in the air.

Fuck, this is stupid. Mal has always been bossy, but this time he's out of line. I'm not sure it's possible to talk sense into my older brother, but I'm going to try.

This band is too important for petty shit. It's not just that we're on the cusp of being the next big thing. We're a family.

We need to move past the stupid fight to the part where we forgive each other.

It's not happening right now. There's no sign of Mal in the hall or in either of the dressing rooms. No doubt he's locked in his hotel room with one of his fuck buddies. Mal has an M.O. Once he closes the hotel room door, he's not opening it unless it's an emergency.

Shit. There isn't much time before Violet and I have to leave. I go back to the strangely empty dressing room to look for Kit.

He's not here but Joel and Violet are. The two of them are sitting on the couch.

He plays with her e-reader. "How do you read this sci-fi shit?"

"It's a sci-fi romance." She grabs the device. "And it's good." She nods hello as her eyes meet mine. "Hey Ethan."

"Ethan, hey, don't tell me you've got a few groupies lined up." Joel slurs his words.

"You drunk?" I ask.

"Yeah, must be pretty motivated to be drunk this fast after a show, huh?" He shakes his dirty-blond hair. "Okay, I get that look. I'll stop cock-blocking you."

Her voice gets soft. "No, stay, Joel. We should go out, the three of us. Kit too. But then he doesn't drink so does he go out?"

"Sometimes, but I'm not sticking around. And Ethan's got a surprise for you." Joel winks at me. "He thinks I don't know, but word travels fast around here."

Violet looks up at me. "You have a surprise?"

I nod. "Yeah."

"What is it?" she asks.

"Valentine, it's a surprise. He can't tell you." Joel pushes himself off the couch. He scans the room. When he sees no sign of Kit, he takes a step backwards. "You seen Rhythmic One?"