“Not yet,” he growled, licking a line from my shoulder to below my ear.
I whimpered, unable to stop myself as his punishing pace pushed me right to the edge of sanity.
“Scream my name.” He sucked the tender flesh beneath my ear into his mouth and bit down hard.
I meant to tell him no, but as my orgasm crashed over me, his name echoed around the small space. Calix’s grip on my wrists was all that kept me on my feet as my muscles turned to Jell-O, and my sight blacked out.
The sound of water was the first thing I registered as my mind slowly came back online, and I found myself slumped against the wall, my jeans still wide open.
Calix stood at the sink, methodically soaping his hands.
Licking my lips, I grimaced at the taste of what he’d left behind. In the moment, it had been hot, but as he carefully patted his hands dry, passion was replaced by a far easier emotion.
“What the fuck was that?” I demanded, stepping in toward him.
“Straighten your clothes. You’re a mess.” His eyes tracked over me once, a sneer lifting his lip, before he turned and left me alone, more confused than ever.
Fucking. Asshole.
Chapter
Sixteen
Otis
In the absenceof our manager, I ushered the VIPs from the room. While smiling and thanking them for their support, I kept one eye on the closed bathroom door.
What the hell were they doing in there?
An urgent buzzing in my chest screamed that I should go and intervene. Harvey couldn’t be trusted with anyone in close quarters, and while I knew Tatum could handle herself, she also needed this job. There was no telling what could be going on behind the door.
You know exactly what’s happening.
I scraped a hand through my hair, trying to dislodge the thought. She wouldn’t. Especially after the way she reacted to our almost kiss… But the minutes stretched, and just as I was close to saying to hell with it and busting in there, Harvey slipped out.
When I was young, I had a recurring nightmare where I had to dance in front of a stadium full of people, but every time I stepped up to my dance partner, they turned away and danced with someone else. The beautiful couples would move in circles around me until I woke with the sound of a stadium full of people laughing at the loser who stood alone center stage echoing in my head.
I heard that laughter again at the sight of Harvey’s smirk. My chest caved in like I’d caught a physical blow. He sauntered across the room and clapped a hand on my shoulder.
The shudder that passed through me was nothing new. I was pathetically needy for any contact from him.
“Get off,” I grumbled, shrugging away from his touch. I couldn’t face Harvey and the way he affected me, but maybe Tatum needed someone to talk to.
The bathroom door clicked open as I approached, and I braced myself for anything.
What I hadn’t anticipated was being thrown into the wall as our lead singer, Mr. “I don’t like her”, steamrolled through the door and slammed it closed behind him.
What the actual fuck?
I stared at the door for a long minute before what little self-preservation I had kicked in, and I headed for the bus.
The night air was warm on my skin, the breeze caressing my neck like a lover. Had Tatum touched Harvey like that? Had she opened herself up to him in an intimate embrace? Or fucked like rabbits in his usual style. Did she like it? Did he?
Fuck, I needed a drink.
I’d thought leavingwhen I did would have given me a measure of alone time. That I could have picked out a bottle of something designed to make me forget the whole evening and get to work on the mental bleaching well before anyone else made it back.
I hadn’t even found a glass before all four of them tramped inside and Tatum insisted on this little meeting.
