Beat

I toss and turn for a half hour more, thinking about tomorrow night. We arrive in Austin and I can’t wait to see Avery. She’s never been a fan of Dylan, so I’m sure when I fill her in, she’ll be all team Fly

Even though it’s early, even for me, I slip out of bed, tiptoe into the bathroom to wash up and head out to the lounge area.

“Hey,” Fly

“You’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” He looks down at my t-shirt, where he’s undoubtedly greeted with a stiff salute, then back up to me with a flirty grin. “Come here,” he says in a low, incredibly seductive voice. The simple two words make my belly flutter in that delicious way. Then he slowly crooks his finger at me.

I deliberate for a second, turning around to look at the door closed behind me, and then back to Fly

I want him.

No, I don’t.

God. Yes, I absolutely do.

I walk the half dozen steps to stand before him, my feet barely finishing their last step when his hand wraps around my neck and his mouth crashes down on mine. One hand keeps a tight grip on the nape of my neck, his thumb snugly holding my throat; his other goes to my ass and he pulls me firmly against him. Oh god. Firm. Firm is definitely what I feel.

The man truly steals my breath away. I’m a puddle on the floor by the time he releases me. “Morning.” The sound vibrates against my lips, but I feel it much lower.

My good sense finally returns, and I take a step back. I’m on a bus with my boyfriend and the rest of his band and any one of them could walk in at any moment. I clear my throat, still shaken from his kiss, and go to sit down. “Yes. Umm. I couldn’t sleep either.”

Fly

It’s a tight fit, our shoulders and thighs pressed up against each other. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” He lifts his mug to his mouth—the mouth with the wicked grin—and sips with a devilish gleam in his eyes.

“Why are you sitting on this side?” I squint.

“Ah. Because it’s harder to reach from the other side.”

I’m afraid to ask. “Reach what?”

Instead of answering me, he trails his fingers along my thigh and then, with eyes blazing, he pulls my thighs wider apart under the table.

My breath audibly hitches. I should stop him.

Should.

Yes, I’m going to.

Stop! Wait…I screamed that in my head, nothing actually came out.

His fingers travel up the inside of my thigh.

I should stop him.

No, don’t.

Higher. Yes. God, yes. Do.

No, don’t. I’m really going to stop him.

The words get stuck in my throat. And the next thing I know, his fingers are stroking me. Up and down, over the thin material of my night pants, but it feels incredible nonetheless. The way he watches me so intently, with so much desire in his eyes, shoots through me and I can feel my wetness grow.

Oh, God.

His fingers find my clit and he rubs small circles, the lace of my panties causing just enough friction that I think I might actually be able to come with only his fingers on me through my pants.

“Oh god.”

“Feel good?” His voice is hoarse.

I nod and let my eyes flutter closed. Pressure inside me starts to build.

And build.

I’m so consumed, I can hear the sound of my own heartbeat pulsing loudly in my ears. Which is probably why I don’t hear the door open.

Luckily, Fly

“Why are you up so damn early? Come back to bed.” Dylan’s sleepy voice jolts me from my pre-orgasmic haze, like I’d just stuck my finger on a live wire.

I almost choke trying to speak—my mouth is suddenly so dry. “Umm…I couldn’t sleep.”

Dylan looks from Fly

Not knowing what the hell to say or do, definitely feeling guilty as hell, I nod.

“Excuse me,” I say with a shaky voice to Fly

I try to get a minute alone with Fly

The sun is quickly disappearing behind the city skyline as we arrive in Austin, and everyone is anxious to get off the bus, especially Fly

“You ready?” Dylan’s been curt with me since this morning. I went back to the room, but I just couldn’t bring myself to fool around with him. Not after Fly

“Sure.”

“Do you have everything? The bus can’t park here tonight, so you won’t be able to come back and search for a pair of heels, or whatever it is you forget this time, after we get out.”

“I have everything. Wait. Do I need heels?”

Dylan rolls his eyes. “I don’t know, Lucky. What do you normally wear to a club?”

“A club?”

“Yeah. A club. I told you earlier, but you weren’t paying attention. Again. A friend of Fly

Great. Just great. I can’t wait. A night out on the town with not one, but two men who are angry with me.

The Capitol may be the largest nightclub I’ve ever seen. And that’s saying something, having grown up in New York and traveled half my life with my dad’s band. During the day I would bet people pass right by the unremarkable building and assume it’s just an old warehouse. But the line that stretches all the way across the front of the club and disappears around the side tonight is a testament to its popularity. If this place is at capacity, the rest of the bars and clubs in the city of Austin must be empty.

Easy Ryder’s security breezes us from the dark SUV directly into the club, skipping the line that people are waiting on and causing a murmur of interest as we pass. Inside, the first floor has a live rock-and-roll band, a tremendous dance floor, and bars outlining almost the entire expansive perimeter. Looking up, I see two more floors, a balcony wrapping around each, protected by a wall of glass. People mill around, watching the crowd dance beneath them. Men who resemble tree trunks guard the entrance to the upper levels.