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As if she felt my growing unease the deeper into the venue we went, Harley ducked her head and pushed the side of her face into my shoulder and her arm around my waist pulsed reminding me she could do this. No one would take her away from me, as long as we stuck together and followed the plan.

I glanced down at her, “We still have time. We can turn around, get the hell out of here and back up the mountain.”

“Even though that sounds like heaven, I don’t think the label or my fans would look too favorably on me ditching the tour just so we could close ourselves in the cabin, hide from the world and have sex,” She tipped her head up, her mouth twitching.

“Hey, it’s not my fault that your pussy is like a sweet nectar and so addictive. I’m going to have to fight a hard on the whole day, and end up with blue balls.”

Her eyebrows hit her hairline, “You got off less than two hours ago in the shower.”

Fuck, the shower.

Just thinking about Harley sitting on the shower bench, her left arm raised above her head, palm flat on the tile. Her legs spread as she caressed and teased her pussy, obeying my every command. She was a panting, and mewling mess by the time I allowed her to rub her clit and lower her left arm so she could fuck herself with her fingers until she came.

I shifted, and pulled her into my body, “Just the image of your pussy weeping for my cock, and your tits bouncing with every ragged breath you took, while you screamed my name over and over is enough to have me hard in a second.”

Harley chuckled, “Should I apologize for that? It was your idea to watch me coming apart just at the sound of your voice while you stood in the corner of the shower jerking off all by yourself.”

“You should never apologize for something like that. In fact, I think we need to go back and do it all over again.”

Her pupils dilated, her breaths became shallow, and her pulse throbbed in her neck.

The look of her like that had me feral for her even more. I couldn’t believe that was possible, but I couldn’t help it, I glanced around to try and find the dark corner where I could fuck.

“As much as I love the idea that’s written all over your face, we don’t have time,” she pouted.

“Later then,” I promised.

She chuckled, “Look at me, for once I’m finally living up to the rockstar image. Planning to let get fucked in a dark corner.”

God, she was going to be the death of me.

How the fuck was I able to resist her for so long?

I leaned down and took her mouth.

Her taste and smell consumed all my senses. I never wanted to stop, not even to take a single breath.

“Get a room,” Finn catcalled.

I broke the kiss and glared at him.

Fucker.

“Like you didn’t do worse than this in these halls,” Harley muttered, redness blooming on her cheeks.

“Well, yeah I did,” Finn grinned like a lunatic following after us as we started walking to her room.

I pulled Harley into her dressing room and closed the door in Finn’s face.

The moment we were alone, my mood shifted.

“Tell me your schedule for today.”

She frowned, searching my eyes, “I have a sound check in a half an hour. Then meet and greet with the fans, which Cassie will be with me at. And then I have to get ready for the show.”

“You won’t leave the venue?” I pressed.

“No, I won’t. Unless you want me to sneak out and make you chase me to the hotel.”