I opened the door to Noah's condo and shrieked.

"Oh my god, seriously you guys, on the kitchen counter?!"

Jen's expression was one of pure mortification. Noah looked unperturbed.

The shopping bags in my arms dropped to the floor as I rushed to cover my eyes with my hands. Dramatic, but it got the point across.

"That's it," I declared. "We're having that talk. Now."

"What talk?" I heard Noah ask.

"About where I'm going to live."

I could hear the frown in Noah's voice along with the buckling of his belt. "We'll keep it to the bedroom from now on. You can look now," he added.

Gingerly lowering my hands, I saw Noah was dressed and Jen had fled the room.

"This is not happening again," I told him. "I'm moving out."

"It's just for the summer. You said it yourself, you'll be in the freshmen dorms soon."

"Not soon enough. I'm serious, Noah. I need my own space."

"We'll talk about it later." He turned his back, dismissing me.

"No, we'll talk about it now," I said in my most reasonable voice.

"I've got to leave for Cameron's. We're already late."

"You can't keep putting this off—" I halted. "Wait. Cameron?"

"He's throwing another one of his crazy parties. Jen's friends are going to be there." The distaste in his face was plain enough. Jen was clearly dragging him along.

Something inside me went giddy.

A party.

A party at Cameron's.

A rock star party.

At Cameron's.

"I want to go," I blurted out.

"No." My brother shot me down with a look. "I don't want you anywhere near those things."

"I haven't met the rest of your friends yet. I barely remember them. I want to see everyone again."

"You'll get a chance to meet them."

"I've been stuck at a boarding school for years," I pressed on. "I want to live a little."

He scowled, eyeing me.

"I'll stick close to you and Jen the whole time," I promised.

With a sigh and a grunt, he nodded once.

I threw my arms around his neck with a cheer and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you. I promise I'll behave."

"It's not your behavior I'm worried about."

I bit my tongue as I picked up my bags from the floor and went to change quickly.

I'd finally gone shopping for more appropriate clothing. All I owned were school uniforms, yoga pants for the weekend, and grungy paint-spilled jeans and t-shirts I'd worn during my time at the artists' retreat. Aside from that one hot number I'd worn at my brother's concert, I had nothing that could be considered mature. Adult. Sexy.

My cheeks flushed, remembering the look on Cameron's face as he scanned me up and down.

I wanted to be mature.

I wanted to be sexy.

I settled on a classy little black dress with a hemline just shy of scandalous. Noah narrowed his eyes at me when I stepped out of the bedroom. I lifted my chin up, challenging him. He frowned and turned away, not saying anything. One point to Lily.

When we were all ready, Jen, Noah and I filed into a taxi. Jen's red face told me she wasn't quite over her embarrassment. I gave her an apologetic smile, knowing the awkwardness would fade after an hour or two, as it always did.

The taxi took us into the fancier part of town, full of mansions owned by celebrities, star athletes, and rich CEOs.

"Why don't you own a place here?" I teased my brother. "Aren't you a rich and famous rock star?"

"There's a difference between being well off and being obscenely wealthy."

As we pulled up to a mansion, I had to agree. The place was massive, with a handful of floors on a vast, expertly landscaped property.

Expertly landscaped, aside from the trash, beer bottles, and cigarette butts tossed haphazardly on the lawn. Loud music blasted from every open window. More than two dozen people mingled in the front yard, dancing, stumbling, and laughing in their drunkenness.

"I see Natalie!" Jen hopped out of the taxi the moment it came to a stop. As I climbed out, I watched a bodyguard at the front gates nod her through. Noah exited the vehicle and tugged me close to his side.

There were even more people milling about in the marble-floored foyer than there had been out on the front lawn. Everyone had one drink or another in their hand, whether it was a beer, a cocktail, or some other concoction in a red plastic cup. A few were even drinking straight out of liquor bottles.

As I took in the high ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and fancy art on the walls, something vaguely skunk-scented wafted through the air. I wrinkled my nose at the smell. Alcohol wasn't the only substance being consumed. Despite the classy decor surrounding us, this was like every frat party I'd seen in the movies.

People eyed me as we made our way through the mansion. Girls with quizzical looks on their faces whispered to each other, before recognition set in. Guys leered and started making their way over to me before their friends pulled them back with a shake of their head and a warning.

Great. Thanks to my social media stunt, everyone knew I was Noah Hart's little sister. Everyone was staying away. Especially the guys.

"Stick close to me," Noah said. "Don't talk to those guys over there. And whatever you do, knock before you enter any bathroom."

"Are you going to tell me not to take candy from strangers, too?"

"I don't want you getting into trouble."

"I'm here to hang out with you and your friends, maybe dance a little. That's all. Speaking of…" I looked around the room, not seeing anyone familiar. "I haven't seen August or the twins in forever. Can we go find them?"

Noah escorted me through the mansion room by room, looking for his bandmates. From what I recalled, the twins had always been mischievous pranksters, always trying to mess with me. August had been more distant, but he looked out for me when Noah couldn't. It had almost been like having a handful of brothers.

Of course, my feelings for Cameron had never been familial in the slightest.

Remembering that this mansion was his home gave me pause. I knew my brother's band was popular, but surely Cameron's royalties couldn't pay for a place like this. Like Noah had said, there was well off, and then there was obscenely wealthy. This mansion was close to being obscene.

"His Royal Highness has made an appearance!"

A blur of bright red hair streaked across the room and threw itself at Noah. Cameron gave my brother a cheeky grin as he wrapped an arm around his neck.

A slow flush creeped up my cheeks at the sight of Cameron dressed in his rock star best.

He wore dark blue skinny jeans, chains hanging from the belt, and a faded white-shirt. I shouldn't have been surprised to see him wearing eyeliner, which was even more on point than mine usually was. Cameron was dramatic — of course he would be dressed for the stage at his raging house party.

The muscles of his inked arms flexed as he clung to my brother. Heat pooled between my legs. I clenched my inner muscles, forcing myself to stay cool in the presence of Cameron Thorne, Rock Star God.

"Get off," Noah grunted, shoving an elbow in Cameron's ribs.

Cameron hung on tight, unperturbed. "And is the lovely Jennifer also in attendance?"

"She's with her friends." Noah gave in and allowed Cameron to cling to him. "I brought Lily, too."

The bassist froze. Cameron slowly turned his head toward me. His dark-rimmed blue eyes met mine before dropping and zeroing in on my legs.

There they were again, those butterflies taking wing in my stomach. Cameron must be a leg man. I was suddenly very glad I'd decided to wear this dress.

"Hey Cameron," I said, feigning a casual tone. "Good to see you again."

"Yeah." He met my eyes and paused, as if looking for words. After a few moments he seemed to give up. "You too."

I didn't know what Cameron was thinking. He could have been thinking any number of things. Remembering our various encounters, maybe. He'd invited me to wait my turn to receive oral from him. He'd caressed the small of my back. He'd asked if I preferred to be called hot and sexy.

Cameron had also run away from me, terrified that Noah would find out and murder him.

I didn't want him to run away again. Cameron was one of the few people who saw me as a grown woman.

But I also knew he was right. Noah would gut him if he thought Cameron was having dirty thoughts about his baby sister.

"Have you seen the others?" Noah asked, not noticing the slight tension between Cameron and I. "It's been a while since Lily's hung out with the gang."

"Aw, you missed us?" Cameron flashed me an almost nervous smile, aiming for normalcy.

I returned it. "Noah's told me stories, but I want to catch up with you guys in person."

"The twins are out back in the pool."

"You have a pool?" I asked excitedly, forgetting about the awkwardness between me and Cameron for moment.

Cameron eyed me with interest. "You like swimming?"

"I love it."

"Didn't get much of a chance in rainy old England? We could all go for a dip, if you like." Cameron spoke to the both of us but his eyes were trained on me.

"That would be awesome, but I don't have a swimsuit," I said.

Cameron and I were holding a normal conversation like two adults. This didn't have to be awkward. Or filled with tension.

I was relieved, until I realized that spark of interest had turned into something else. Cameron's eyes flashed, his gaze sweeping up and down my body with a quick look.

I just knew he was imagining me in a bathing suit.

Or perhaps less.

"Let's go," Noah said. "I don't want Lily out too late."

"I'm not a kid," I protested, embarrassed at how Noah was treating me.

"Noah's right," Cameron said reluctantly. "The later my parties go, the crazier things tend to get. You're probably better off heading home after a few hours."

If even Cameron called it crazy, I couldn't argue.

I followed the two of them through the vast house, trying not to gape, both at the ostentatious decor and the wild, lascivious acts being performed by the drunken party goers.

"Cover your eyes," Noah ordered.

"It's nothing worse than I've seen you and Jen doing," I shot back.

"You've walked in on Noah going at it?" Cameron shook his head with a fake wince. "I'm so sorry. That must have been traumatizing."

"After the third time it just became tedious."

When we reached the pool we found the twins splashing at shrieking people, along with Jen and two other young women I assumed were her friends.

The twins, Damon and Ian, had stripped down to their swim trunks, displaying their wet, tattooed chests. Almost as tempting as Cameron. With their dazzling green eyes and tempting smiles, I could see why all the girls fell at their feet. They were identical, from their faces, to their bodies, to their matching tattoos. I'd never been able to tell them apart. In the few years since I'd last seen them in person, that hadn't changed.

"Whoa, is that little Lily Hart?" one of them called out from the pool. With less makeup and Noah at my side, it must have been easy for them to recognize me.

"You asshole, why didn't you tell us your baby sister was coming home?" the other added.

"We would have given her a warm welcome," the first continued.

Noah glowered. "It'll be a cold day in hell before I let the two of you give her any kind of welcome."

They both laughed and shared a grin.

"Don't worry, she's safe," one of them said. "I'm taken, remember?"

"But I'm not," the other said with a naughty smirk. "Better watch out, little Lily Hart."

They resumed their splashing, causing shrieks and squeals to fill the air.

The look on Noah's face was murderous.

Jen left her friends and came over to us.

"Don't worry," she told Noah. "Damon's just been acting out ever since his brother settled down."

Noah's expression didn't ease.

"We were just thinking about stripping down and going into the pool," Jen continued, turning to face me. "You want to join?"

"I don't have a swimsuit," I said regretfully.

"We've all gone in just in our bras and panties before. It's fine."

Cameron's gaze quickly flicked mine, his eyes glimmering with a hint of heat. They flicked away.

"Not gonna happen," Noah cut in.

"Can you stop with the overprotective big brother thing?" I finally lost my patience. "It's one thing to force me to live with you but you can't dictate my every move."

"Speaking of…" Jen looked hesitant. "Can we talk about Lily's living situation?"

"Sick of me interrupting your sexy times?"

Jen flushed and ducked her head. "I love having you stay with us. Really. But it would be nice to get our privacy back."

I gave Noah a pointed look. "Just what I was thinking. So I'll go stay at a hotel for the summer like I planned."

"I don't want you on your own."

"I can look out for myself," I said stubbornly, even as a small spike of anxiety hit my system. I didn't want my brother to know I was still a little nervous about being on my own.

"What if she stays here?" Jen said suddenly.

"Here where?" Noah asked.

"Cam's."

My heart stuttered in my chest. Cameron's expression froze.

"Are you shitting me?" Noah said flatly.

"Why not?" Jen shrugged. "He's got eighteen bedrooms." She turned to Cameron. "You could practically give Lily an entire floor to herself. You could go days without seeing each other."

"He's a party animal," Noah said as if Cameron wasn't standing there gaping right beside him. "He has a new woman over every night of the week. He lives off pizza and beer. He's the least responsible person I've ever met."

"Cam's got a fancy security system," Jen continued earnestly. "No one can get in or out. Even his parties have bodyguards guarding the front door with a guest list."

"I don't know." Noah looked hesitant.

"Lily couldn't be safer anywhere else," Jen continued. "And it's only going to be for a few months, until she's in the dorms."

Wait. Was this really happening?

Cameron's eyes were wide as he glanced between me and Noah.

My brother frowned at the bassist. "What's wrong with you?"

"N-nothing's wrong," Cameron stumbled over his words.

"Lily's got to stay somewhere," Jen told him. "Noah needs someone to keep an eye on her."

"I suppose it makes sense," Noah said grudgingly. "But Cameron has to agree to keep his dick in his pants." My brother glared at him. "You touch my sister, you die."

An odd expression flickered across Cameron's face in an instant, a combination of hunger and panic.

"I'm serious," Noah growled. "You mess with her, I will end you."

"You've got tons of room," Jen continued, completely glossing over Noah's threat. "Your place is totally secure. There's no reason not to, right?"

"Ah. Sure. No reason not to," Cameron repeated, looking numb.

And that was how I came to live with my rock star crush.