I move my hand from her chin and wrap my arm around her shoulders until I’m carefully gripping the nape of her neck. Taking her fingers in my other hand, I press her palm up against my cock. Her eyes widen.
“God, Lucas,” she says in a harsh voice.
I give her fingers a rough squeeze. She releases a frustrated moan from the back of her throat and tightens her grip on me.
“Come here,” I order, sliding my hand between her thighs, pushing them apart so that I can guide her on top of me. Flushing, she sits upright and clenches the sides of my body between her long legs. She pushes her red hair out of her face with the hand that’s not driving me f**king insane. “I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes,” she agrees. I reach up to cup her face as she lifts her hips a little and slowly, carefully, slides my c**k inside of her. Fuck. Fuck. Rocking back and forth, she moans. “Lucas?”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Mmm hmm?”
“I love you,” she says breathlessly.
My eyes open, and I realize that I’m no longer in a hotel room with Sienna but back in my bed in Los Angeles. Alone.
“I love you, too,” I say aloud.
Chapter Ten
Kylie Wolfe
I wake up on Sunday morning half-expecting Lucas to back out of going with me to pick up Sin. The rift between the two of them—between the entire band, for that matter—started long before Sin had all but mauled Sienna in front of the recording studio two months ago. But just as I’m about to give up on Lucas and leave to get Sin myself, there’s a knock at the door of my apartment. I don’t bother to hold back my sigh of relief when I throw open my door to reveal Lucas’s apologetic face.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” I say.
He shakes his head. “You’ve been staying with McCrae so much I thought you were there.” He shrugs his broad shoulders. “Obviously you weren’t.”
I cringe. Ever since Wyatt and I made amends with each other—which were the hair-pulling, lust-fueled type of amends that have yet to die down—I’ve been spending more and more of my free time at his house on the other side of town than at my own apartment. “Sorry about that, I should have mentioned that he’s out of town with Brenna and I’ve been staying here.”
Lucas smirks. “Which would explain why you went to the next person on the list: Me,” he says, sounding every bit like an ass**le.
Glaring at him, I step backward into my tiny little foyer and motion him inside. “I didn’t even think to ask him. Trust me, you being there is going to mean so much to Sin.” I jerk my head back once more for Lucas to come in, but just like he almost always does when he stops by my place, he shakes his head and chooses to wait at the door. Weirdo. “Suit yourself. Give me a couple of minutes to grab my things.”
“I’m giving you one. One f**king minute and them I’m going by myself,” he calls out after me as I round the corner to go into my tiny, cardboard box of a den. I flip him the bird over my shoulder, which I sincerely doubt he sees or cares about.
It only takes me thirty seconds to gather my belongings—an oversized bag that was a birthday gift from my parents last October and a mustache hoodie—from the spot where I left them on the loveseat. Lucas is scowling when I meet him in my foyer, but I face him with a wide grin on my face. Smiling is the only thing I can do not to kick him in the shin. “Your pessimism is a little gag-worthy today.” I check the time on my phone, ignoring his groan. “We should probably go.” I’m excited to see Sinjin, and despite his grumpy ass attitude and I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude, I know there’s a part of Lucas that’s just as anxious.
Lucas drove his Jeep. After he helps me in, muttering the entire time how he needs to get an Escalade like the rental I chauffeured him around Nashville in, I punch the address to the rehab facility Sin’s been staying at into the GPS. My brother is quiet as we take off, and of course I’m the one to break the awkward silence. “Are you sure the song is ready?”
“Yeah, it is.” It’s not often that Lucas sounds nervous, but I don’t miss how his voice shakes a little when he says this. I nod slowly in understanding.
“Any idea when you’re going to release it.”
“It’ll be the first single sometime in July. Music video. The works.”
Since it’s April, that’s a pretty impressive timeline, but of course everyone at his record company will jump to make it work for Lucas. I’ve seen firsthand how they treat him, and I’ve got to admit it’s a tad overwhelming at times because all it does is make his head bigger. My phone vibrates between my knees, and I lift it up to find a new Facebook alert.
From Sienna Jensen.
Biting the inside of my lip, I consider telling my brother that I’ve been in contact with her for the last two weeks, but then I think better of it. Not today when there’s another broken relationship that Lucas needs to fix. I’ll save talking about Sienna for another day because I’m sure he’ll want to know every detail.
I stare down at my phone and quickly scan over her message: So I think I’m going to vomit, I put in the notice to my boss. Looks like I’m moving back to Nashville in a couple weeks!
“Good for you,” I mouth.
To her I write: Then I can crash at your place the next time I’m there and make you cook for me?
She answers just as Lucas pulls his Jeep into the parking lot of the rehab facility, which is this giant, luxurious place with manicured grounds that I read some actress once called the Hilton for addicts. I’m a terrible cook, Kylie. But I can order you cheesecake. Or, I don’t know, take you to fondue.