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That sound is gonna be the soundtrack of my wet dreams.

“Fuck,” I growl and trail my lips down her neck to leave scorching nips and licks in my wake.

I walk, taking steps until my shins hit a surface that I lean Cedar against, pinning her hips with my rotating ones.

“Oh, fuck,”Cedar moans for me, right in my ear, and has waves of tingles shooting straight to my cock in a way that says I need to back off or get her naked. “This is a terrible idea.”

But pulling myself away from this woman feels impossible when she hooks her ankles above my ass and grinds herself against my achingly hard dick.

“Decide,”I growl into her neck, sinking my teeth into her delicate skin to keep from groaning even as my hands grip her hips and help her move against me in that delicious friction my cock is begging for.

“So good,”Cedar whimpers, her non-answer enough of one for me, and I reach between us and pop the button on her shorts free.

I’m only milliseconds away from diving a hand into her pants and feeling how wet her pussy is for me when a ring sounds in the distance and has Cedar freezing beneath me.

“Fuck,”I growl and snap away from her like she’s on fire, my hands going to my hair as my feet carry me in a pace away from her sexy as sin fucking body that I watch skitter off of the tattoo chair and rush over to the bleeping phone.

“H-hello?” Cedar clears her throat, her spine stretching tall as she turns her back to me and takes a goddamn call like I wasn’t about to fuck her brains out.

I reach into my jeans and fist my cock with the intention of adjusting the solid length so that my head isn’t cramming into my zipper but only end up groaning as I stand there and watch her back while she speaks on the phone.

Moving my hand, I pump my cock until my eyes roll back and I regret not holding her down and ignoring the damn thing she is talking into right now.

Like she senses what I’m doing, Cedar turns to me, her eyes going straight to my bulging crotch as I work myself right in front of her.

“Yeah, I’m on my way.” She pulls the thing from her face and ends the call without removing her burning gaze from me. But she doesn’t come to me either.

Fine.

Two can play fucking games.

I bite my lip when a ripple of pleasure rushes over me thanks to the eyes that refuse to look anywhere other than me this time, and I work my hand over my cock in the tight confines of my jeans.

I want to pull it out. Demand she come to me on her knees and suck me until I’m shooting down her throat.

I don’t.

Instead, I flick my frenum piercing and work myself until my balls draw up tight and my orgasm threatens to surface.

But when Cedar’s full lip pinches between her teeth, her blues shooting to my face for a split second, I blow. Cumming right in my pants where Cedar can see none of it, I let my head fall back and I groan out the waves of pleasure that rival those I get when I’m with someone else.

And when I come down, blink my sight back into focus, and bring my eyes from the ceiling, my pierced brows furrow in confusion.

Because Cedar’s fucking gone.

Chapter Five

Fin

Myscowlhasn’tleftsince I strolled out of the tattoo parlor last night, alone, with a load in my jeans and a fuck-all attitude.

Even now, as my boys fall in around me and the crew finishes setting up for the opening show of the biggest rock concert held on this side of the globe, I still can’t find it in me to feel that normal rush of excitement.

The adrenaline has left me high and dry as I strap on my guitar and listen to the crowd filter into the now-open gates.

I looked for her. Went back to the party raging in Aria’s studio, searched the shop she left me in, and came up empty.

So like a sore sack of shit, I took my ass to the nearest hotel and booked a room for the weekend to crash in even though I don’t need it.

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