His grin grows wider. “I’m about to be your hero.” He wiggles his eyebrows and flicks his lip ring side to side with his tongue. “Say I’m your favorite, baby.”
Keaton flicks the blowdryer off and sets it in its holder on the side of the counter. The weight of his hands rest on my shoulders, his thumbs digging into my sore muscles, blissfully rubbing the tension out of them.
I let out a moan, drawing all three of their gazes, the heat in their eyes reminding me of their Valentine’s gift to me. We really need to do that again.
I’m your favorite, aren’t I?Keaton asks with a raised eyebrow.
A soft chuckle falls out of my lips.
“What? What did he say?” Nash asks, glancing from me to Keaton and back.
Warmth fills me with the confirmation of the connection I share with Keaton. Even his best friends can’t read him as well as I can. “Sorry, Nashy. He’s in competition for favorite.”
Nash chuckles, a confident smirk gracing his face. Fuck is that expression irresistible. “Is that so? Not for long, brother.” Hereveals what’s behind his back, setting the coffee cup in front of me.
“Coffee!” I don’t have time to be embarrassed about the squeal that accompanied the word. My hands wrap around the hot beverage and I hold it to my nose, taking in the life giving fragrance.
Nash’s fingers land on the bottom of my chin, guiding my head to face him as he leans in. “Who’s your favorite now?”
“I love you,” I sigh, happiness and warmth surrounding me like a hug.
“You talking to me, or the coffee there, baby?” I don’t answer Nash. He doesn’t need to know that it was him. I lean in and kiss him, his lips soft and tender, taking the affection I give him with a lazy pace. His tongue brushes across mine, making my nipples ache with how hard they get.
I break the kiss with a disbelieving gasp. “You took a sip of my coffee! How dare you!”
His eyes are hooded with the heat of our kiss, but it doesn’t take away from his quick reply. “I recall you sharing things meant for your mouth before with no problem.”
Blake groans behind me, and a blush heats my cheeks. I’m so thrown off my game, not expecting that memory to come to mind, that nothing comes out when I open my mouth.
Thankfully, the bathroom door opens, Darius coming in shirtless. Why do all these guys insist on turning me on so much before shows? Was I always this thirsty of a bitch all along, or did the drugs hide it from me?
Our newest member wipes the remaining droplets of water from his chest with a towel before he throws it onto the couch and tugs a shirt from his back pocket.
He eyes how close Nash and I still are, his fingers on my chin holding me here with his lips inches from mine. There’s no mistaking we were kissing not even a minute ago.
“Izzy wasn’t far behind me.” He winks at me then covers his muscular chest with a tight fitting T-shirt instead of his usual band shirts he likes to wear.
A knock comes at the door and Nash steps away from me, leaving me with the life-giving yumminess in my hands. I take a sip, enjoying the flavor.
“Come in,” I call.
Izzy opens the door, her tablet in hand and her large purse over her shoulder. “Oh good, everyone is here.” She directs her attention to me as she takes a seat on the couch. “Sorry for giving you such a busy day, but we didn’t have a choice with the break.”
“Don’t worry about it. I understand days off come at a cost.” I suck in a deep breath through my nose and take another drink, letting the caffeine do its job. I’m already feeling a tad less exhausted.
“Excellent work in the dance rehearsals, the fans will love it. I also want to commend you on the videos you’ve been posting. Everyone is loving seeing the real you and behind-the-scenes glimpses. I love your new song. We should think about adding it to your performance.” She crosses her legs like she’s preparing to give me difficult news.
“You have the performance coming up soon, and afterwards there’s a party.”
My gut clenches, and I hold my hand up, cutting her off. “No after parties. I don’t do those anymore.”
She pauses for a second, blinking slowly at the abrupt interruption, before her features soften. “I get that, but can you hear me out for a second?”
I wait for her to continue. Usually when people say something like that, they continue on with what they want to say, but she doesn’t. She’s truly asking me, and won’t continue without me agreeing.
That’s so freaking refreshing.
“Yeah, go ahead.” I sit back and relax even more when Keaton’s strong hands knead at my shoulders.
