“My friend bet that I couldn't get all the band members to suck my tits. Your turn!” She cupped her br**sts in both hands and offered them to Adam. “Someone take a picture of this! I need proof.”
Adam lifted an eyebrow at her. “No thanks, sugar. Some other time.”
“You guys are no fun,” she declared.
“I'll suck them,” offered some guy who was drenched in what had to be beer—he reeked of it.
“I don't want you to suck them, Henry,” SureBet said. “Force,” she called when she spotted the band's drummer coming out of the bedroom at the back of the bus. “You still haven't sucked them. What are you waiting for?”
He took one look at her, returned to the bedroom and shut the door.
“I don't want to go on a date with Katie’s weird brother,” she moaned. Pleeeeeeease don't make me lose this bet.” She stomped her foot in agitation.
“I'll take another turn,” Owen offered with a crooked grin. He sat next to ever-shirtless Kellen on the sofa.
“Okay.” She hurried to shove her boob in his face and didn't seem to care about the bet when Owen's mouth latched onto her nipple. “Cuff,” she moaned, grabbing a handful of Kellen’s long, dark hair and tugging him to her free breast. “You suck the other one.”
Madison gaped at the three of them. Had they no shame? Is that what it took to hang around rock stars? Being shameless? She could do shameless.
Maybe.
She glanced at Adam, knowing she’d decided to let him go after tonight, but the very thought of this being their last night together stole her breath. Maybe she could try being more like the girl getting her tits sucked by two guys at once. Maybe that’s what it would take to keep Adam’s attention. Maybe if she let go of propriety a bit, she’d be okay with him living the life of a superstar and with him screwing around as long as she could be his Dallas hookup.
She was so mixed up she couldn’t see straight. All she could see was how much she wanted him.
“Do you want to hang out here?” Adam asked.
She steeled her resolve and grabbed his crotch, knowing she was blushing to the roots of her hair, but she had no control over that. She did have control over her words. “Not unless you want me to suck you off in front of an audience,” she said. She forced herself to look at him and tightened her grip on the growing bulge in his pants so her hand would stop shaking.
“I would love you to suck me off in front of an audience,” he said in a low voice.
Oh God. What had she done? She'd never expected him to actually take her up on the offer. She slid her hand to his belt buckle and for a moment, as she stared up into his gentle gray eyes, she forgot he wasn’t the only other person on earth. Suddenly, she wanted to suck him off. Madison unfastened his belt, and then her fingers fumbled with his fly.
He caught her hand. “Madison, what’s wrong?” he asked. “You’re not acting like yourself tonight.”
Heart hammering, she opened the top button of his jeans. “I don't know what you mean. It’s no big deal. Don’t women do this for you all the time?”
“Not all the time.”
“But isn't this what you want? A slut who gets your rocks off.”
There was none of the usual gentleness in his eyes as he scowled down at her. “If I wanted that, I wouldn't be with you, would I?”
“Are you with me?” she said loudly.
“Yeah, you see me here, don't you?” His voice was raised in anger too. She'd seen him pissed off, but had never been the cause of it. “What do you want from me, Madison? You're acting so strange.”
She realized the reason his voice sounded loud was because the bus was suddenly silent. She glanced around Adam's body to the other occupants of the bus. Everyone was staring at them. She caught Owen's eye, and he gave a barely perceptible shake of his head. Don't pressure him. His words returned to her loud and clear.
“Can we go somewhere and talk in private?” she asked Adam.
“I have to be on stage in an hour.”
“It won't take long,” she promised.
“Is there anyone in the dressing room?” Adam asked the lead singer, Shade, who like the others was watching their little argument.
“If there is, kick them out,” Shade said, looking at Adam as if he was the biggest idiot he’d ever encountered.
Adam turned and stomped off the bus. Because he was refastening his belt, he didn't hold Madison’s hand as he strode toward the venue. She wondered if he hadn’t stopped her, what she would have done. Would she have shamelessly sucked his c**k just to keep his attention? She honestly didn’t know.
Adam made the two crew members taking a break in the band's dressing room leave and then he locked Madison in the room with him. She opened her mouth to speak—having already concocted the perfect line of bull to feed him about her behavior—but before she could begin, he wrapped her in both arms and drew her against him. He buried his face in her neck.
“You're going to stop seeing me, aren’t you?” he whispered.
She was so stunned that she didn't immediately deny it.
“Why, Madison? Is it because I was talking to some other woman?”
“Talking to another woman? No, I wouldn’t stop seeing you over that.”
His body sagged with relief, and her heart twisted.
She forced herself to continue. Cold turkey, Madison. It’s the only way. “But tonight will have to be our last night together.” Her heart was thudding so hard that it threated to break through her sternum.
His arms tightened around her. “No,” he said harshly. “I won't let you go.”
“Adam, I can't do this anymore.”
“Do what?”
“Date you. I need to know you're committed to me. And I know you can't be.”
He tugged away and looked down at her. “How do you know that?”
“Well, because, you're famous and women chase you and—”
“They’ll always chase me, Madison.”
And who could blame them? She stared up at him, knowing she wasn’t even going to get one last night with him. This would be the last time she would see him. The last time he held her in his arms. Owen had warned her. Why hadn’t she listened?
Trying to find the resolve to walk out the door and retain a shred of her dignity, she lowered her gaze to his chest and took a deep, shaky breath. The shards of her broken heart tore through her lungs, stealing her breath. Adam’s black T-shirt blurred out of focus behind foolish tears. She squeezed her eyes shut. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t.