He set the mug down slowly, holding her gaze.“I’m not pretending anything, Bunny.”
“Good.”
They barely finished their food.
***
Bonnie’s house wascluttered with guitars, amps, and half-written lyrics on scraps of paper.The second the door clicked shut behind them, she was on him.
There was nothing gentle about it.
She pushed him back against the wall, mouth hungry and demanding.Vic met her with equal force, hands sliding down her sides, gripping her hips hard enough to pull her flush against him.They stumbled toward what he hoped was her bedroom, shedding clothes along the way—her tank top hitting the floor, his shirt yanked over his head, her bra unhooked with impatient fingers.
When they finally found the bed, it was a collision of rhythm and fire.
Bonnie was as fierce in bed as she was onstage—taking what she wanted, daring him to keep up.Vic gave as good as he got, using every ounce of the power and control he usually saved for the kit.Their bodies moved together like they’d been playing the same song for years.It was all sweat-slicked skin, gasping breaths, the sharp bite of her nails down his back, the low growl in his throat when she rode him fast, hard, and demanding.
It was raw.Loud.Unapologetic.
And it was perfect.
They didn’t stop until the sky outside started to lighten.When they finally collapsed, tangled and exhausted, Bonnie curled against his chest for a few quiet minutes, her breathing slow and steady.
Vic drifted off thinking this might be the start of something.
***
Bonnie
Bonnie lay there in the dark, listening to Vic’s heartbeat slow beneath her ear.Her body was still humming, warm and sated in a way she hadn’t felt in years.But her mind wouldn’t quiet.
What the hell are you doing?
She could still feel the ghost of his hands on her hips, the way he’d looked at her when she was riding him—like she was something worth staying for.That look had terrified her even as it pulled her closer.
She had rules.Strict ones.No sleepovers.No mornings.No letting anyone think they mattered enough to stick around.God, no drummers.Rules that had kept her safe for years.Rules that had protected her from the same disappointment.
And yet here she was, naked and intertwined with a man she barely knew, letting his fingers trace lazy, sleepy patterns on her back like it was the most natural thing in the world.Letting him give her a pet name, one that she secretly loved but Vic would never know.
She should kick him out now.Before the sun came up.Before he woke up and looked at her with those steady gray eyes and made her want things she couldn’t afford to want.
But she didn’t move.
Instead, she closed her eyes and let herself stay there—just for a little while—listening to his breathing even out into sleep.For the first time in years, the bed didn’t feel empty.
And that scared her more than anything.
