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  “Speak for yourself,” Tee purrs, flashing me a wink. She’s a terrible winker, so it kind of looks like she has something in her eye.

  Fuck she’s cute.

  “Okay everyone get ready,” Lexi calls out, clapping her hands together.

  “I just need to do my makeup,” Tee tells her. “Give me ten minutes.”

  I want to tell her she doesn’t need makeup—that she looks fucking hot as she is, but if she wants to wear it then it’s up to her.

  We all get ready then head out for a night on the town.

  *****

  “Is that Saxon Tate?” I hear a woman ask her friend as we leave the first club.

  Well shit.

  Kidd and I share a glance, then start to walk a little faster.

  “Hey!” the woman yells, running up next to me.

  “Ummm,” I mumble, not knowing what to say.

  Thanks for recognising me? Just because she does doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s a fan of our music.

  My eye widen when I realise she looks familiar.

  But who is she?

  “We’ve met before,” she says, sticking her chest out. I look around, and at anything except her.

  Well this is awkward.

  I pull Tee closer so she doesn’t get angry and walk off.

  “I didn’t see you in Sydney though,” she purrs to my brother.

  Kidd just smiles.

  Sydney, right.

  It’s the woman who came up to me outside the hotel and asked for my signature.

  Then asked if she could warm my bed for the night.

  What the fuck?

  Why would she be in Boston?

  “Do you remember me from Sydney?” she asks, batting her heavily made eyelashes. Her hand reaches out and touches my shoulder.

  I shrug it off.

  I don’t miss the look Tenielle shoots me, her eyebrows raised as she watches me handle the situation.

  “Sure, I signed something for you,” I reply, making it clear that that was all I did for her. “A piece of paper.”

  Don’t want Tee thinking I signed her tits or something.

  “Yeah at your hotel,” she adds. “Was a really nice hotel too.”

  Great, just great.

  “Outside my hotel, which you never came into,” I reply, smiling at Tenielle—a smile she misses because she’s staring daggers at the woman.

  “Right. I’m Eliza,” the woman says. “I can’t believe I keep running into you—a famous rock star.”

  She steps even closer to me, biting her bottom lip.

  I don’t feel a thing.

  I nod my head at her, and then clear my throat. “I’m out with my girlfriend so if you would excuse me.”

  Kidd steps in and starts talking to Eliza, and I walk ahead with Tee and Lexi.

  “Tee—”

  “Want to get some ice-cream and go back to the bus?” she asks.

  “Sure, but—”

  She walks quickly ahead.

  Lexi looks up at me. “Let her calm down.”

  “From what, I didn’t do anything,” I say, frowning.

  “I know that, and she does too. I think it’s the first time she’s actually feeling jealousy. I’m interested to see how she handles it.”

  I puff out a breath. “She isn’t a science experiment.”

  “I know that,” Lexi grits out.

  Tee turns around and sees Lexi and me talking together closely, her eyes narrowing even further.

  Lexi laughs. “She was right, you do make her insane.”

  At least the feeling is mutual.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Tenielle

  Is this what he has to put up with when I’m not here? Women coming up to him and putting their paws on him? With a come hither- no isn’t in my vocabulary- there isn’t anything I haven’t done- sexual expressions on their face?

  I turn back and see him watching me, discussing me with Lexi. For some reason that makes me even angrier, and I storm down the street and right into the hard chest of a man. My eyes slowly raise to a handsome face, and I take a step back.

  “Holy crap I’m sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going,” I tell him.

  He grins. “I’m not. Looks like my night just turned lucky.”

  He has an accent—definitely a local.

  My hand on my hip, I say, “Does that line work?”

  He laughs, a deep sound. “You tell me, beautiful.”

  Large warm hands reach around my waist. “She is beautiful, but she’s taken.”

  I turn back and look into Saxon’s glowering face.

  “Is she now?” the man asks, looking down at me. “What a shame.”

  Saxons fingers tighten around me. “Come on babe, let’s get out of here.”

  “Why don’t you let her speak for her damn self?”

  “Sax! Let’s go,” Kidd calls out, walking up to us in a quick pace.

  “Yeah, you better take your woman home before she decides to leave and get in bed with a real man such as myself.”

  Wow.

  This is escalating fast.

  “You fucking douche—”

  Lexi cuts me off my grabbing my arm and putting her hand over my mouth.

  I push her arm away but don’t yell at him anymore—there’s no point and I just want to go home.

  To the bus.

  Whatever.

  “Saxon let’s go,” I say. “I accidentally walked into him and said sorry, that’s it.”

  Look at me, standing down from a fight—all mature and shit.

  I grip his hand and pull him in the opposite direction.

  He doesn’t budge.

  I sigh and look at Lexi, who shrugs.

  Let the dick measuring begin.

  I go and stand next to Kidd. “Let’s get him and go, he’s been drinking.”

  He nods and turns around, but we’re a little late. I watch in horror as Saxon clocks the man in the face. I hear a crunching noise and then see blood.

  Lots of blood dripping down his face.

  “For fuck’s sake Saxon,” Kidd hisses, grabbing his brother and pulling him away. “Lexi get us a cab.”

  The man starts yelling through the blood splatter.

  “Get him to a hospital!” I tell his friend.

  He’s just standing here like an idiot.

  Lexi hails a cab and opens the door, sliding in.

  “Saxon get in the fucking cab!” Kidd yells.

  “Not until Tee gets in first,” I hear Saxon reply.

  Fucking hell.

  I push past him and get in before him. Only then does he get in.

  I look at Saxon’s face to find him already staring at me.

  “You’re mine,” he mouths.

  I shake my head at him. The man has issues.

  I look down at his hand and gasp. “You better not have done anything to your hand Saxon!”

  I hear Kidd curse from the front seat.

  “It’s fine,” Saxon mutters, wrapping his arm around me.

  Lexi stares at us wide-eyed. “I’m not coming out without Ryder again.”

  We’re quiet for the rest of the ride back.

  *****

  I’m almost ashamed to admit that Saxon hitting someone for wanting me turned me on. A hell of a lot. So I just pretend that my panties aren’t wet as I ice Saxon’s swollen knuckles and listen to a sick Ryder rave on and on about how we put his woman in danger.

  Exaggerate much?

  “Lexi is fine, we’re all fine,” I tell him, trying to calm him down.

  “Can you play tomorrow night?” he asks Saxon, then continues to pace the kitchen.

  Saxon slides his gaze away from me and to my cousin. “I’m fine, of course I can play.”

  “Saxon,” Ryder starts, and going by his careful tone I can see that we aren’t going to like what he says. “Are you going to act crazy over her this whole tour? If the guy presses charges or if someone caught that on video…”

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p; “I know,” Saxon replies, burying his face in his hands. “I fucked up, okay? It won’t happen again.”

  Ryder sighs. “Look I get it okay, but asshole guys hit on my cousin all the time. She can handle herself.”

  I now feel guilt over being turned on, when Ryder is right. I could have handled it myself. Saxon knew I could, but he just wanted to start shit because he didn’t like the way that man was staring at me, or the comment he made about me in his bed.

  “Let’s get some sleep,” I say. “I want to check out Faneuil Hall tomorrow.”

  “I don’t want to sleep,” Saxon whispers, standing up and taking me by the hand. We walk into our room, and he closes and locks the door behind him. “I want you on all fours, will you give that to me?”

  I smirk at him then start to undress. “Only if you give me your mouth first.”

  “Deal, miss lawyer,” he says, grinning at me. “It’s a win-win situation for me.”

  He goes down on me, making me come twice before he takes me from behind, bringing me to orgasm again.

  I hope he realizes it’s a win-win situation for me too.

  And that I love him- mantrums and all.

  *****

  The first week passes quickly. I stand backstage at their sold-out shows and watch Saxon perform.

  He’s amazing. They all are.

  However, every night he’s mine and mine alone.

  I don’t have to share him with the world—and I like that.

  We move from city to city, experiencing different foods and scenery. We also spend a lot of time together and with the other band members.

  We may even be starting to drive each other a little crazy.

  Okay it’s mainly me, Ryder, and Jet who are driving each other crazy. I walk back onto the bus to grab my handbag. I’d forgotten it when we left this morning, so Saxon drove back so I could grab it before we went out for dinner. It’s then that I open the door and see something that I never wanted to see.

  In my life.

  Holy fucking shit.

  Where’s the bleach? I need to bleach my eyes!

  “Jet Crawford! You better be wearing a fucking condom right now!” I yell as I walk in on my baby cousin having sex. With not one, but two women.

  Fucking nasty.

  Jet’s face goes bright red as he grabs a pillow to cover his penis. “What the fuck Tee?”

  I slam my mouth closed, then open it again. “Did you just swear at me? You may be famous now but I’m still your older cousin and will kick your ass. Now get these hoes out of here.”

  “Jet?” one pouts.

  I scrub a hand down my face. “You ever seen me take down two bitches at a time?”

  Jet curses. “Get dressed and get out.”

  “Is that how you treat women nowadays?” I ask, gasping.

  “I can’t win, can I?” he groans, picking up his clothes to get dressed. I feel relieved when I see condoms littered around the place.

  Saxon walks in. “Everything okay babe? Oooh shit.”

  Shit indeed.

  The women’s eyes light up when they see Saxon. “Will you play with us?”

  I step forward and fist my hand. Saxon grabs me and pulls me back. “Jet get them out of here.”

  I’m escorted to my room.

  Saxon stares at me for a moment, and then sighs. “He’s a grown man, Tee.”

  “No he isn’t,” I reply.

  “He’s twenty-one.” Saxon grimaces. “Babe he’s allowed to have his fun. Morning Alliance is hitting the big time, and I guess for him that comes with the women as well.”

  “Does he really want to be with women like that? Who don’t care if they were fucking him or you? My cousin deserves better than that,” I bite out, crossing my arms over my chest.

  Jet walks in, sighing and sitting down next to me. What’s with the men in my life sighing before they try to talk to me? Long-suffering sighs too—like they’d rather jump of a cliff than discuss something with me. “It’s just some fun Tee, I’m not looking to settle down right now.”

  “What if you get someone pregnant?” I ask him.

  His face pales and a muscle ticks in his jaw. “You think I would do that after what happened with me?”

  I look away.

  Jet’s mother was a stripper who slept with Finn Crawford, my uncle. My married uncle. A lot of the family tend to stay away from him, or they face my aunt’s wrath.

  She won’t even look at Jet, as he’s proof of her husband’s infidelity.

  Jet did nothing wrong, but they blame an innocent kid for Finn cheating on his wife.

  “Fine, okay, I’ll lay off,” I mumble.

  Jet looks at Saxon and grins. “Thanks.”

  Did he just thank Saxon or me?

  “Oh and Jet,” I say.

  “Yeah?”

  “Why do you have a tattoo of a unicorn on your ass?”

  Jet groans as Saxon laughs.

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Saxon

  My eyes flare as I take her in from top to toe. “Are you trying to kill me?”

  She turns to me, fixing the clasp on her earring. “Not yet, why?”

  I storm up to her and slide my hands down her hips in appreciation. “Knowing you’re wearing this while I’m on stage… I’m gonna go fucking crazy.”

  She grins.

  I don’t.

  I don’t want to be one of those men, but, “You need to change.”

  Her grin drops. “It’s just a dress, and you’re going to have to deal.”

  It isn’t just a dress, and she knows it.

  It’s white, tight as hell, and accentuates every one of her assets.

  And she has many of them.

  My gaze lowers to the sexy red heels on her feet.

  Fuck.

  “Can you at least wear flat shoes?”

  Her long legs look even longer today.

  I try to subtly adjust myself. Jesus, she’s like Viagra to me.

  Instant hard on that won’t even go away until I’ve had a taste.

  She purses her red, pouty lips. “No, no I cannot. I don’t tell you not to take your shirt off and thrust your hips on stage like you guys sometimes do.”

  My lip twitches at that. “Babe, I’m on the drums. No one can see any thrusting I may or may not be doing.”

  She giggles. “Fine, but you do show off your sexy chest to everyone.”

  I shrug. “Crowd loves it. You’ve seen how we get on stage—we want to give them the best show possible.”

  “I’m not changing Saxon! This dress is fine. Now let me finish getting ready,” she tells me, turning back to the mirror. “And stop being overbearing.”

  I stare at her ass, grinding my teeth.

  “You gonna stare at my ass all night, or go and get ready?” she asks, her voice brimming with attitude.

  Definitely the former.

  “I’m going to spank your ass tonight for wearing that damn dress. It’s going to drive me insane all night.”

  She turns to me and licks her plump lower lip. “You think that’s supposed to be a punishment for me?”

  This woman.

  “You should know me better than that by now Saxon,” she purrs, winking at me.

  We’re on our way to the venue and should be there any minute for a quick rehearsal. No time to even bend her over that sink and fuck her, watching her facial expressions in the mirror.

  Maybe later.

  I slap her on her ass and walk out to where everyone else is. I look over at my brother and smirk. “Are you wearing eyeliner?”

  He grins. “Bailey caught me.”

  Bailey is our stylist and makeup artist.

  I don’t let her near me.

  “Where is she?”

  “She was here earlier, now she’s back on the other bus.”

  Lexi walks out wearing jeans, a tight top, and a pleased expression. It’s a little awkward for me to recognize it as her ‘just got laid’ expression but I do. “Ryder tel
ls me you might sing one song with us tonight.”

  She exhales. “He wants me to.”

  “You know you have an amazing voice,” I tell her. She smiles in return but says nothing. We arrive at the venue and rehearse, then head to the dressing rooms. Tee and Lexi are sitting there and having a drink, laughing at something between themselves. Our manager Zeke walks out with Bailey and speaks to us about a few things. When I see his eyes linger on Tee’s legs, I see red.

  “You better not be staring at my woman,” I tell him so no one else can hear.

  He clears his throat and diverts his eyes. Smart man.

  Zeke is our new manager, we fired the last one after the Kidd situation. He’s a tall African American man with good ideas and an even better resume. Tee comes up to me and wraps her arms around me.

  Only three weeks left of having her here.

  *****

  “You’re sweaty!” she squeals as I lift her in the air and lock the dressing room door. Adrenaline is running through me, and there is nothing I want more than to be inside her.

  “What did I tell you about this dress?” I growl. “Every man who saw you had their eyes on you. And some women too.”

  She smirks. “You should have found a less attractive girlfriend then.”

  I give her a hard kiss on her smart mouth, then flip her over on the couch. She raises her dress for me, baring her ass. Her black thong is so thin, I easily rip it with my hands.

  “Hey!” she complains.

  I bring my hand down on her right cheek, then rub the spot.

  “Saxon, hurry,” she begs. “Please.”

  I undo my pants and pull them down with the speed of a superhero. “You don’t have to beg baby, I’ll always give you what you need.”

  I lean over her, turning her head for a possessive kiss. She gasps when my teeth scrape along the lobe of her ear before sucking it into my mouth. I then press open-mouthed kisses down her neck, at the same time I plunge into her from behind.

  She moans.

  “You’re dripping wet,” I murmur, pleasure rolling through me. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”

  “Harder,” she demands, thrusting back against me.

  I comply.

  Pulling her body up so that her back is pressed against my chest, I play with her nipples, plucking at them just the way she likes it. My lips find that sensitive spot on her neck, my tongue paying it special attention.