Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

"No." Violet blushes. "To be your wingman. Ethan and I are exclusive. Until I leave

. Then I'm free to screw as many babes or fellas as I want." Her voice is unsteady, like she's reminding herself.

Joel looks to me and raises a brow. When I shrug, he looks back to Violet. "All right, but you have to do what I say. We're not stopping in Los Angeles. This town has three bars and it's a weekday. You understand me?"

"You've only got ten babes to pick from and you want to nail the hottest one?" Violet takes another lick of guacamole.

"It's not about looks, Valentine. It's about attitude. I need somebody who's game." Joel turns back to his bunk.

"I'll come too." I'm going to be wherever Violet is until I figure this out.

"Great, two sidekicks." Joel shakes his head.

"Make that three. We need to talk," Mal chimes in from his bunk.

"You too, Rhythmic One?" Joel asks.

"No." Kit pulls the privacy curtain on his bunk closed.

"Guess spending the entire day on a tiny bus isn't enough. Now we have to go out together too. Awesome." Joel plops in his bunk with a what the fuck sigh.

Violet presses her lips together. She pulls her arms over her chest. "I should get back to work."

"Sure. Thanks for the cooking lesson." I study her body language. As much as I want to kiss her, it's not the time. I press my lips to her forehead instead. "Really, thanks Vi."

"Anytime." She returns to her bunk.

The words linger in my mind. Anytime. That's what I want. I want Violet around anytime I need her. I want to be around anytime she needs me.

Just need to figure out how to make that happen.

Chapter 24

Violet

In my head, I make a list with two columns. The first is Things Violet is Good At. It includes math, making guacamole, karate, convincing people to back off, avoiding parents, cohabitation in a very small apartment with another human being.

Then there's the other column: Things Violet is Terrible At. It includes communicating with family members, dirty talk, staying close to the aforementioned human being (I've been ignoring Athena's texts for days), and, most importantly, pulling back from a relationship with Ethan.

Here I am, in a dark dive bar in a tiny city in Montana, with Ethan's arm around my waist. Mal and Joel are already at the bar, but Ethan and I are lingering by the jukebox.

I could easily tell him to move his arm. I could even use the little tact I have to do it.

But I don't want him moving his arm. I want his other arm around me. I want his lips on mine. I want his naked body pressed against mine, his cock driving deep inside me.

Ahem. I fiddle with my purse until I find change for the jukebox. There. I slide four quarters into the machine and pick the proper song. I Love Rock and Roll by Joan Jett.

Ethan laughs. "I'm taking that as a compliment."

"Take it however you want." I shift my hips in time with the beat. God, Ethan has such nice eyes. No matter what I do, I want to swim in them. No matter what I do, I want to make him smile.

He slides his arms around my waist and pulls my body against his. I hook my arms around his neck and dance like we're a clumsy couple at prom. Or like we're dancing at our wedding.

My heartbeat picks up. My breath quickens. Every fiber of my being wants to be here, dancing with Ethan at some random bar in some random town in Montana.

I don't care that I'm overdressed in my heeled boots and my miniskirt. I don't care that all twenty people in the bar are gawking at the dancing weirdos. Right now, I don't even care that falling for Ethan is going to break my heart.

Being with him feels so fucking good.