“Come with me,” I whispered roughly in her ear. There was nothing better than that. Mutual gratification between us simultaneously was exactly what I craved.
Lane’s moaning grew louder as she rode me with determination. She was working hard, grinding her clit against my pelvis, to comply with my request. I watched under my hooded eyelids as she tipped her head back and screamed out my name as she came for the second time.
“Fuck.” The sight of her letting go caused a shudder to rip through my entire body as my cock erupted, and I filled her full.
She collapsed against me, and I kissed her cheek over and over, still craving more of her. “I love you so much.”
Never in my life had I loved another person as much as Lanie Vance—I knew that now more than ever. I had to figure out a way to make her mine forever.
Chapter 2
The crazy awkward silence Riff and I had struggled with for the past few months was gone now, thankfully. It was nuts how the lies of one stupid chick was nearly the demise of the one thing we had built together—this band. Black Falcon meant everything to Riff. I knew that and so did Sophie, which is probably why she concocted the plan to blame me for getting her pregnant. She knew once it got out that Mike knocked her up, brother or not, he would’ve been canned. We couldn’t allow shit like that to fuck up our world. The band was our top priority and Sophie was smart enough to realize that and pin it on me so Mike could keep his fucking paycheck, while I took the rap. The bitch was probably hoping to bilk me out of some money along the way, too. I couldn’t believe I was stupid enough to fall for her game.
“What’s the score?” Riff asked as he plopped down beside me on the loveseat to watch Trip and Tyke go at it on the Xbox.
He handed me a beer and I twisted the cap off. “Trip is whooping his ass as usual.”
“I heard that, fucker,” Tyke snapped but never took his eyes off the screen on the wall in front of him. “I’m about to murder this chump.”
Tyke’s blonde hair hung loose around his head, while his twin brother, Trip, kept most of his black hair concealed under a black bandanna. Thank God those two tried hard to create separate identities or I would’ve never been able to tell them apart based on looks alone. More than anything in the world, they hated when people confused them.
Trip laughed at his brother’s last remark. “You can’t whip yourself out of a wet paper bag, let alone murder me.”
I took a swig of my beer while those two pounded at the buttons on their controllers.
Riff cleared his throat next to me. “So things are good with you and Lanie?”
I nodded. I was pretty sure he already knew the answer to that. She’d screamed her brains out in my room during both of our sexual escapades earlier tonight. “Yeah, things are great.”
I adjusted my ass in the seat. It was hard not to bust out and tell my best friends that I planned to marry her as soon as fucking possible, but I knew the twins had a lot of reservations about Lane coming on the bus in the first place. They hated drama and saw the mind-fuck I was about to experience between her and Sophie coming a mile away. They tried to stop it, but I was ready to go to war if I had to in order to get close to Lane again. Lucky for me, I had enough pull as the front man of Black Falcon to get my way. The deal with that greedy bitch, Diana Swagger, was a terrible thing to do to the band, but I had to agree in order to get Lane on my bus for two weeks.
Trip and Tyke tried like hell to talk me out of bringing her here, but eventually gave up when they figured out just how desperate I was to get Lane back. But, me announcing that I was ready to marry her so quickly after all the shit the band just went through over a woman, well, they would have a fit. And they had every right to be apprehensive about the idea, but Lane wasn’t like any other girl we’d brought on this bus. She was smart and determined to be successful in her own career in marketing. She wouldn’t have time to stir up drama for us, even if she wanted to.
“How long is she staying at your place?” Riff asked while he picked at the label on his bottle.
“The entire break. She’s planning on catching a ride back to Texas with us when we start back on the road.”
He nodded. “A week of freedom before you have to face reality, right?”
I furrowed my brow. “Reality?”
“Yeah, you know, the true test of a relationship. Distance.”
I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to think about being apart from her just yet. It was too hard. I missed her like crazy at the mere thought. I could only imagine what would happen to me when I had to leave her again.
I brought the bottle to my lips and let the cold beer run down my throat. That was one of the other reasons I needed to get a ring on her ringer. Commitment. I needed it from her, and I’m sure after my selfish ass had always put her second to everything in my life, she was going to need it from me, too.
Before I could say anything to about it, Lane pulled that damn rolling suitcase down the hallway. “I’m packed. Are we ready?”
I looked over at Riff, and we bumped fists. “I’ll catch you later, bro. Guys.” I smacked both Trip and Tyke in the back of the head while they stayed oblivious to the world.
“Damn it, Noel. You dick! You nearly got me killed,” Trip whined.
I stood and downed the rest of my beer before tossing the empty bottle into the trash can. I took Lane’s bag and smiled. “And they wonder why they strike out with chicks so much.”