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So like the brat I am, I’m going to push them.
I’m going to make them pay because fuck them. They don’t want me, then fine. There are plenty who do.
I don’t need them for anything. I don’t need anyone.
As soon as we stop at the back entrance to the hotel, I slide out, ignoring their calls, and head through the familiar back labyrinth. I met Tucker here more than once when we were both on tour, a little rendezvous that felt private and loving but now makes me think he just didn’t want to be seen with me.
I know my way.
Trav waits in the lobby, leaning against the wall near the elevators with his phone in his hand. Wearing black jeans and a band shirt, he looks every bit the rock star he is. He’s good-looking, tall, and lanky but with some muscle. He gets a lot of women and men, but he’s like me, never wanting to settle down again after he got his heart broken, something I found out while Trav was supporting me on tour with his band.
He’s great in bed, and that’s all that matters, and he won’t tell. I trust him.
We might not be besties, but I consider him a friend. He’s probably one of the only ones. He and his band defended me after I disappeared and still support me now.
“Reign.” He grins warmly when he sees me, putting the phone away and wrapping me in a familiar, warm hug.
I relax into it. “Hey, sweetie.” I lean up and kiss his cheek. “You got a room?”
Nodding, Trav tucks me under his arm, and when the elevator opens, I look back to see all four of my guards glaring at the arm around me.
“I’ll be down later. You can watch me from here.” The door shuts, cutting off whatever angry words Raff was about to say. It was probably something about protecting me, but it’s bullshit.
I saw the jealousy, anger, and hurt in their eyes.
Shit, I can’t think about it. I push him against the elevator wall and kiss him, fisting his shirt. Laughing, he kisses me back before pulling away. “Almost there. Eager tonight, aren’t we?”
“Yup.”Real sexy, Reign.
Arm in arm, we head to the suite where he lets us in, and before the door is even kicked shut, we tumble into bed, tugging at each other’s clothes in that familiar way only people who have fucked before can. We kiss hard and fast, but I barely feel or see him, trying to lose myself in his taste so I don’t think about whom I wish it were instead, but he pulls back.
“Reign, stop,” he demands, frowning. “Are you okay?”Fuck.
Rolling over, I cover my face. “Not into it tonight.”
“Me either,” he admits as I start to spew an apology.
We both laugh as we look at each other. “Trying to forget someone?” I ask, realizing he had been just as hard and heavy, as if chasing the taste of someone else away.
Sighing, he closes his eyes. “Maybe. You?”
“Maybe,” I admit, and we share a knowing smile.
“Want to order room service, eat our weight in food, talk, and then go home?”
God, that sounds amazing. He’s a great man and sexy as hell, yet all I see when I look at him is a friend.
His touch even felt wrong. How fucked is that?
“Sounds good to me.”
He nods, looking relieved. It’s clear neither of us felt right doing this. Usually, it’s electric between us, but after Astro and Raff, it felt pale, like a cheap imitation, and knowing they are out there right now, protecting me while knowing exactly what I’m doing, I feel a little bad.
I also feel dirty and guilty, but not enough to walk out for a while. Let them sweat over it a little.
After eating, we end up sprawling on the living room sofas, comparing new music. I laugh at his jokes, genuinely happy. I forgot how well we get along. He is such a good guy, which is hard to find in this world. Like me, he is in it for the music, not the money or the fame.
“I think you better go before your guards come up here and drag you out.” He smirks when I look at the door once more. I’m always expecting that.
