Cameron and his parents were still reconciling when one of the twins came running, streaking down the hallway, out of breath.

"Yo, dickface, we're going on in thirty seconds!" The twin had a look of panic about him. "August's going to gut you if you don't get your ass on stage."

Cameron cringed and turned to his parents. "I'm sorry, I've got to go do the encore."

"Can… we watch?" Sharon asked hesitantly.

Cameron's face brightened, ecstatic. "Of course!"

With a rock star at our side, the bouncer easily let us breeze through.

"I'm sorry I sprung this on you," I whispered to Cameron just before he went on stage.

He stopped and looked at me. Sweat rolled down my back, half from the heat flowing off stage and half from nerves that Cameron was still upset with me.

He gave my hand a quick squeeze before grinning.

"I've got to go put on the best fucking rock show of my life." He winked. "Need to impress the 'rents."

Cameron ran onto the stage to a roar of cheers, joining the rest of Darkest Days.

"This is so interesting." Sharon glanced this way and that, taking in every detail as she clung to my side. "I've never been backstage at a concert before."

Grant looked around at the carefully controlled chaos of roadies and concert staff rushing around. He winced at the blasting music coming from the speakers.

"It's, ah… quite loud," he said, shouting over the noise.

"You get used to it," I shouted back.

Cameron did put on the best show of his life. He played to the audience, urging them to shout louder, jump higher. He strutted from one end of the stage to the other, leaning over the barrier to clap at his fans' hands. He laughed and grinned, dropping to his knees and hopping up on amps, a whirlwind of energy.

He didn't, however, take off his shirt. I had to assume that was for his parent's benefit.

When the concert was over, Cameron ran off stage first. His parents congratulated him with hugs and smiles.

"I'm sorry we can't stick around longer," Sharon said regretfully. "We left our guests in the middle of dinner quite rudely. We should probably get back."

Cameron nodded. "I'll let you know the next time we have a show. I'll get you special VIP tickets. It'll be awesome."

"We'd love that."

Before leaving, Sharon gave me a hug goodbye.

"Thank you so much, Lily," she whispered in my ear. "I want you to know you're a very welcome part of our family."

My heart swelled at those words. Family. For so long it had just been me and my brother.

It was a nice feeling, being part of a family.

Which reminded me. Noah. I had to tell him.

I looked around backstage, but didn't see him.

Cameron took my hand. "You need to come with me right now."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

His didn't answer, his gaze burning into me as he pulled me along. He led me through the busy backstage area and down a less crowded hallway.

He opened the door that read artist lounge on the door. He guided me inside the room with a hand on my back.

An empty room.

I flushed, my cheeks going red when I realized what this was.

Cameron closed the door behind us and locked it. My heart began thumping wildly in my chest at the sound the lock clicking.

"I—" I began to say.

He gave me a carnal grin and approached slowly, like he was a predator approaching its prey.

In all the times we'd had sex, it had never been anywhere other than in Cameron's mansion. In my bedroom, or on one of the sofas, or in the pool.

I'd never imagined doing it backstage at one of my brother's concerts.

Well. Maybe I'd imagined it once or twice. Or a few dozen times.

But I'd never thought it could actually happen. The last thing Cameron and I wanted was for us to get caught.

"Are you really sure—"

He cut me off with his mouth on mine. I let out a muffled squeak, heat pooling between my legs.

When he'd kissed the very air out of my lungs, he slowly pulled back an inch.

"Thank you," he murmured against my lips. "You were right when you said I should just talk to my parents. I guess I was afraid of having all my fears confirmed."

"I never meant to hurt you by pulling away in front of Noah," I said softly. "I just got scared." I met his eyes. "But I'm not scared anymore. I'm going to tell my brother right away."

"Not yet."

I frowned, confused. "You don't want to tell him?"

Cameron shook his head with a wicked smirk. "First, I need to bury my cock so deep inside that sweet cunt you'll be feeling me for days."

I flushed, my inner muscles clenching and throbbing.

"You want to do it… here?" I asked, nerves and excitement fighting for dominance.

"I can't wait until we get home." He dragged his hands up my inner thighs and under my skirt, his fingers burning a trail into my skin. "I need to get inside that sweet pussy and make you come on my cock."

My insides quivered, both at his touch and at his words.

"What if someone walks in?" I asked. It was a token protest. I was already leaning into him, our bodies mere inches apart.

"I locked the door."

"Isn't that suspicious?"

He smirked. "Who gives a fuck?"

"Better make sure your dad doesn't hear that language," I teased.

Cameron made a face. "Please don't bring up my parents at a time like this."

He pulled me into his arms and gave me a blistering kiss.

I heard the rattle of the doorknob.

My heart jumped.

"It's locked," Cameron whispered against my lips.

But it must have been a crappy lock because the door swung open anyway.

We froze.

In the hallway, just outside the door, stood Noah.