“Do not fuck this up, brother.” Callum’s glare hits me with a ferocity I have only ever seen on his face one other time. And that was when I drove him home from the hospital and helped Tay carry him into the house. My hand slipped and I touched her breast, which was an accident. I swear. He didn’t think it was. My brother knows me all too well. How am I supposed to spend almost twenty-four/seven around her and not wonder what she would feel like around my dick? I would never do it, though. I love my brother and I respect Tayla too much to be an ass to her.

“I am not a child. I can handle being around Em without trying anything.” I’m not sure if I am trying to convince him or myself.

“Liam, you can’t fuck around with Emma. She’s Tay’s sister, and I do not want her crying into the wedding cake.” With a groan, I turn to walk away, but he follows me. I knew he would. “You’re not to kiss her, date her, fuck her, or anything her. Got it?”

Staring at my brother in frustration, I cross my arms and cock my head to the side. “Anything? So I can’t pick her up from the airport?”

His blue eyes glare at me as he bites back, “Don’t be an asshole.”

Shrugging, I give him a smirk that I know will rile him up. “Okay, she’s my kid sister, kind of. You happy now?” That thought makes me cringe. I definitely wasn’t thinking of her as my kid sister when we were in London. She was definitely a naughty little kitten who loved to get her ass spanked while I fucked her. The memory of that night is seared into my mind. She came to the show to support her sister, and when I laid eyes on her, I knew I had to have her. She was different though, coming across as flirtatious but sweet. Not like most of our groupies who are pretty much fame whores. Emma is genuine, honest, and as insatiable as me.

“Yes, she is, Liam.” Callum’s words cut through my dirty thoughts, dragging me back to the present. With one last glare, he spins on his heel and walks out. He and Tayla are heading to Napa for a week before their wedding. I am supposed to babysit Emma. Well, not babysit. More like watch and not devour. The only problem is I remember what she feels like. What she tastes like. This is going to be one long fucking week.

I turn and make my way into the studio to find my best friend. He glances up, and I recognize the look on his face. He overheard everything. “Liam.”

“Ryan,” I return, flopping onto the sofa. I watch him work on the sound desk. Tayla is our sound engineer, but since she’s off to marry my brother, we’re taking a couple weeks off.

“I know what you’re thinking.” My brow creases into a frown, and I narrow my eyes. He knows exactly what goes on in my head on a daily basis. That’s why we’re so close.

“What am I thinking?” He’s known me for ten years. He’s been there through everything I’ve done, either telling me I’m wrong or giving me advice. I have made a few mistakes. Okay, maybe more than a few, but fuck it, I am trying to behave.

“Don’t sleep with her.” His warning will go unheeded; I know it deep in my gut. Emma had me gripped from the moment she stepped backstage. I can’t explain it, but those alluring, brown eyes seemed to penetrate through my bullshit every time she glanced at me. Her smile lit up the entire arena. But it was her personality that hooked me, feisty and shy. That’s a deadly combination. She told me what she wanted and how she wanted it, but when I took control, she allowed me to. Even though I’m known for my one-night stands, I wanted more than one night with her. I still do. That’s why this whole situation is so fucked up, I’m going to be near her and I’m forbidden to touch her.

I lean back against the soft cushions, sighing in frustration. “I already slept with her in London, remember? She was hot, sexy, and sweet.”

He stares at me for too long, and I know I’m going to get a lecture. “Liam, you know that you’re a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em type of guy. Nothing wrong with it, but this is Tay’s sister—”

“Goddammit, Ryan. I know who she is. Why the fuck does everyone keep reminding me?” My frustration is getting the better of me. I need to get out of here. “I’ll see you later.” Grabbing my helmet, I head toward the garage. A long ride on my girl will make me feel better. And before you go thinking that I’m talking about a girl with tits, I’m not. I am talking about the 750cc horsepower that is my Suzuki. The only woman who never lets me down.

The only thing my bike can’t do for me is suck my cock. Turning the key, the engine roars to life and I pull out onto the road. Maybe a ride down to Santa Monica will ease the tension of the upcoming week.

Being alone with that feisty little minx is going to be difficult. Maybe I can convince her to stay at their house, and not mine. But if Tay and Cal find out I dumped her there, I will be in more shit than it’s worth. I will just have to suck it up.

“So you’re the famous Liam Hayes?” Her gaze lifts to mine and I can’t help staring. The smooth, soft skin of her face is make-up free. Those long, dark lashes flutter seductively, and I bite back a groan.

“I am, you’ve obviously heard of me?” I question and am hypnotized with the way her tongue flicks out and wets her lips. They’re shimmering and I find myself ravenous to devour her mouth.

“I have, you’ve got a big… reputation.” The electricity swirling around us is at an all-time high, and the noise from the crew around us fades and I find myself under her spell.

“There’s one big thing that you should be worried about and it’s not my reputation, sweet thing.” Her cheeks pink with a soft blush, and it makes her look even more beautiful. Never has a woman disarmed me like this. I’ve never felt such an attraction, her body is fucking beautiful, but it’s her smile that has beguiled me.

The memory is vivid, it feels as if it were yesterday, when in actuality it was almost six months ago. I wonder what she sleeps in? Something slinky, I bet. Those curves are going to kill me because I remember them like it was yesterday. The way my hands roamed over each and every one of them. That smooth, tanned skin that trembled under my touch. Fuck!

Opening up the engine, I speed down the highway, hoping to rid my mind of the images of that beautiful brunette. She’s too young for me, anyway. She’s only just turned twenty-five. I’m thirty-six. That makes me an old man in her book. Doesn’t it? I mean, would she even want me?

She did in London. Maybe that was just for fun?

My head is already fucked up and she’s not even here. The anticipation is killing me, and after spending six months at home, I feel as if I’ve been in lockup. I remember the time I had with her—one night and two days—was enough for me to see that there was something between us. Who knows what she’s been doing all this time. She might have a boyfriend. Why the fuck do I care?

Once I come to a stop in the parking space, I kill the engine and swing my leg over the bike. Kicking out the stand, I head into the dive bar on the corner. It’s dead quiet out here tonight, just what I want. Normally this place is packed on a weekend, but in the week, it’s dead quiet. A nice reprieve from the crowds. The bar staff normally doesn’t give me the time of day, but as I step inside, the blonde behind the counter eyes me up and offers a bright smile. Yeah, darling. I definitely came here for the view. I can feel her gaze drinking me in. Every fucking inch. They’re all the same.

Need. Want. Desire.

When they hear my name, or recognize me, it’s even worse because they latch on to the idea of spending the night with someone famous.

My brother thinks I enjoy it. And, to a certain extent, I do, but there are times when I want the fight. The chase.

“Hey, darling. Get me a beer, please?” Sliding into the stool, I watch her pert little ass sway in her tiny shorts. They’re so short, I can practically see her cheeks.

“Here you go, handsome. What’s a stud like you doing in here?” Recognition flits across those pretty eyes and I chuckle at her. Easy as pie. I could have her on her knees in no time.

“Just in need of something relaxing, babe. Why?”

“Well, if you wanted something to relax you, I’m sure I could make a plan.” I stare at the bottle, the smell of hops invades my senses and my mouth waters. One taste. One small sip. It’s all it would take to fall. To leap into oblivion and not remember anything.

No, I’m stronger. I don’t have to drink it. I need something to take my mind off the drink sitting on the bar, perhaps those cock-sucking lips that look like they were made to swallow will do the trick.

I lock my gaze on hers for a second and lower the bottle again. Her beautiful, shiny, blue eyes are sparkling with mischief, and my cock is ready to give her just that streak of rebellion that she’s looking for by sinking into her mouth.

“Why don’t you show me exactly what you have in mind then, gorgeous?” With a triumphant smile, she rounds the bar. I realize it’s empty in here. She heads to the door and locks it. The sway in her hips has my dick hardening in my jeans. He’s ready for some fun and so am I.

Turning on the stool, I face her. As she reaches me, she drops to her knees. Eyes the color of the ocean stare up at me, and her mouth curls into a warm smile. Rising from the chair, I undo my buckle. “Go on then, get that pretty little mouth working.”

Her soft hands work my zipper. As soon as she fists my cock, a low groan rumbles deep in my chest. Her warm, wet mouth envelops the crown, and my head drops. “That’s it, gorgeous. Take my fucking dick in your slutty mouth.” Plump, pink lips wrap around me as she takes me deep, and as soon as my dick hits the back of her throat, I fist her hair, holding her still.

When I peer down, it’s not the pretty blonde I see, but the brunette who is going to be in my house for the next five days. My hips buck, and the soft choking sounds spur me on. My orgasm has my body shuddering. “Take it, baby. Every fucking drop.” Jets of hot cum shoot down her throat, and she swallows every drop. Slipping out of her, I tuck my dick back into my jeans and offer her a small wink.

She rises with a smirk on her pretty face. “You feeling better, handsome? Want to finish your beer?”

“Nah.” I drop a twenty on the bar and make my way to the door. “See you ‘round.” Unlocking the door, I step outside and head to my bike.

My place needs a clean up before Monday. Knowing that I will have a beautiful woman in my apartment—one that I can’t touch—is torture. At least she’ll stay in the guest room so there’s no chance of us bumping into each other in the bathroom. There would be no way in hell I wouldn’t fuck her if I saw her wrapped in a towel.

She’s a delicacy that I would love to indulge in every day of the week, but I can’t. The road is quiet and I rev the engine, opening it up and speeding down the highway. The need to get to my quiet space is drilling into me.

My mind is completely fucked with thoughts of what just happened in that bar—it was a stupid mistake, but I did it anyway. It’s what I do. My life has been chipped away by my choices, the severed connection I have with my emotions is beyond repair. I wreck everything I touch and everyone I come into contact with. The same way my father did.

Pulling up to my driveway, I hit the button on my remote and the gate glides open. Once the bike is safely tucked away, I head inside and the lights turn on automatically. I’m alone every night because being around my brother and Tayla makes the pain in my heart worse. They’re so in love, it makes me cringe.

You may think I am an asshole, but seeing people happy makes me angry. Pouring my customary whiskey, I stare at the glass for far too long.

My gaze rakes over the mess in the living room. The easiest thing would be for me to down the bottle of Scotch and forget life.

Turning on the sound system, I hear our newest song, the one I’ve been working on, blare through the speakers. Callum wrote it a couple of weeks ago, and I need to finish laying down the drums, but inspiration has evaded me. Who knows… Maybe my little peach will be my inspiration?