So much for not having an audience. The barricades that form a perimeter around the venue are packed with fans desperate for autographs and introductions. A few women look ready to party. One flashes her bra when she spots me.

I stand in front of Violet instinctively. Her fingers dig into my sides, pressing my t-shirt into my skin.

"You really are a rock star now." Her voice is nervous. She tugs at my t-shirt, pulling my back into her chest.

"Yeah." I nod to the bus. It's a solid thirty feet from the crowd, but I can feel Violet's fingers curling into my skin.

She's nervous.

"The windows are tinted. Nobody will see us," I say.

"Yeah it's just—"

"A mindfuck?"

She nods.

I squeeze her hand as I lead her to the bus.

Violet looks back to the crowd. There are plenty of women shooting her dirty looks. Actual groupie-types get off on the envy. But Violet's not like that. She does everything she can to deflect attention.

I pull the door to the bus open for her and lock it behind me.

The tinted windows keeping people from looking in but they do nothing to obstruct our view.

Need to shut out the rest of the world. I close the blinds. That's enough to get Violet's shoulders to drop from her ears.

Violet sits on the couch. Her eyes go to the floor. She crosses and uncrosses her legs. "Are you used to all that?"

"Mostly."

She looks up at me. "You like the attention?"

"On stage, yeah. I'm there to entertain. If I have attention, I'm doing it right."

"Offstage?"

"Sometimes it makes me feel good, like I'm important. It's lonely on the road. You've seen the way Mal, Kit, and Joel look at me like their fuck-up little brother."

"They don't look at you like a fuck-up." Her eyes meet mine. "You're not a fuck-up, Ethan."

"Lost you, didn't I?"

"I guess I can't argue with that." She plays with the hem of her short black dress. "Do you tell women you love them?"

"No, but I have plenty of player bullshit lines, if that's your next question." I kneel on the ground in front of her. "No worse than when we met."

Some of the apprehension drops off her face. "I really thought you were this generous guy who loved giving back scratches."

"Who says I'm not?"

"You offered to get my bra off."

"You'd already decided you were gonna fuck me that night. I saw it in your eyes."

"Did you?"

I nod as I unzip her boot and peel it off her leg. "You have the same look in your eyes right now." I peel her other boot off her leg. Then the socks. Then my hands are on her smooth skin. Damn, those legs. I could die between those legs.

She lets out a heavy sigh as I slide my hands behind her knees and spread her legs. "Ethan… I… I've missed you a lot."

"You say that to all the guys who are about to dive between your legs?"

"No. I…" She slides her hand into my hair and cups the back of my head. "Fuck, how are you so smooth? I don't know how to say suave shit the way you do."

"You don't have to say anything. You just have to come on my face."

She groans with pleasure. "I want to do that. God, I want to do that." She swallows hard. "But I have to say this first. I don't want to hurt you. And I don't want you to hurt me either. No bullshit, okay. It scares me that you're famous now. It scares me that you're rich. That there are a hundred women outside this bus who are ready to drop to their knees to suck you off."

"I'm only sleeping with you."

"I know… but I don't know if you're the guy I fell in love with or if you're some rock star playboy douchebag, like you are in the tabloids."

She looks me up. I nod like the revelation is no big deal.

"But the way you played for your friend, even though you were nervous, even though it was hard, and you kept acting like it was nothing— that's the guy I loved." She presses her lips together. "God, why am I talking? All I can possibly do is talk you out of going down on me."

I shake my head. "You can't talk me out of going down on you."

She lets out a nervous laugh. "I guess since I'm still talking this must be important. I just want to say that I'm not using you, Ethan. This isn't like the other night, after the bar. This is casual, but you do matter to me. And I want to matter to you too. I don't want to be another groupie you fucked on the tour bus."

"Vi, you have no fucking idea how much you matter to me." I drag my lips over the inside of her thigh. Need to stop talking before I start saying shit that scares her. "Now, I'm gonna make you come until you beg me to stop or until one of the guys is banging on the door for us to stop."

She nods, but she's still nervous.

That's okay. I'll help her relax.

I drag my lips over the inside of her knee until her fingers knot in my hair. Then I go higher, higher.

I push her dress to her waist.

Her hands slide around the back of my neck. "Can you get the zipper?"

She's still shaking.

I need to slow down.

I push myself onto the couch and plant my body next to hers.

Violet turns so her back is to me. I drag my lips over her neck as I pull the zipper down.

She groans with pleasure.

Damn, that sound is music.

Violet peels her dress off her shoulders. She lifts her ass to push it off her hips.

She's wearing matching underwear—a black lacy bra and thong.

Fuck, she looks amazing.

I suck on her earlobe as I trace the outline of her bra. "You wear that for me?"

"Yes." She shifts onto my lap so my erection is pressed against the flesh of her ass. "Do you think about me?"

"All the time." I slide my fingers into her bra to tease her nipples.

She groans and grinds her ass against my crotch. "When you touch yourself?"

"All the fucking time." I play with her nipple until her groans are heavy with need.

"Ethan…"

The way my name falls off her lips makes it hard to keep this slow. Not sure how, but I manage.

I do away with her bra. "Say that again."

"Ethan." She presses her neck against my mouth.

I nibble on her neck as I tease her. My hands are spent. I have to keep my touch light, but that only makes her needier.

It feels so fucking good having Violet in my hands, making her moan and scream my name.

I tease her until I can't take it anymore then I place her on the couch and shift onto the floor.

I want a good fucking look at her.

I want to taste every fucking inch of her.

She looks down at me. There's a hint of apprehension in her eyes but it's overwhelmed by desire.

She wants this.

Badly.

I slide my hands around her hips and pull her to the edge of the couch. "Spread your legs for me."

She does. She looks at me with all the trust in the world.

Maybe Violet doesn't trust me with her heart, but she sure as hell trusts me with her body.

Need to prove I'm worth trusting.

I drag my lips up her leg, from the inside of her knee to the apex of her inner thigh.

She squirms, pressing her legs against my shoulders, beckoning me to continue.

Her hands knot in my hair.

"Ethan, please," she groans.

Fuck yes. I lick her from top to bottom. I do it slowly, reacquainting myself with every inch of her. She smells amazing. Tastes better. I suck on her lips, the right, then the left, then the right again.

She pants, rocking into my mouth.

Right now, Violet is mine. Right now, she needs me more than she's ever needed anything.

Fuck, do I need her.

I take my time teasing and tasting her. Her groans get lower, needier. She tugs at my hair to hold my head against her.

She doesn't have to ask twice.

I flick my tongue against her clit.

She gasps with pleasure. One hand goes to my shoulder. Her thighs quiver.

I do it again. Again. Again. Until her thighs are shaking with pleasure and her nails are digging into my skin.

She's almost there. I go faster, harder. Her hips buck. Her thighs press against my ears.

The way her body responds to my touch makes me harder. But she comes first.

A few more licks and she's there. She tugs at my hair. "Ethan, fuck." She gets louder. "Ethan. God, Ethan." She presses her heel into my back as she comes.

I can feel her pulsing. Fuck, that's the best feeling in the world.

I need it again.

I bring my hands to her hips and I hold her in place as I lick her to another orgasm. She groans with a mix of pleasure and pain. Then it's all pleasure and she's pressing her thighs against my cheeks, coming on my lips, screaming my name again and again.

Violet tugs at my hair. "I missed this."

"This or me?"

"Both."

I sit on the couch next to her and slide my arm around her waist. "I missed you too."

I pull her body onto mine, so she's straddling me. My cock strains against her.

One inch at a time, I enter her. I can feel her stretching to take me.

Violet sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. Her hands go to my shoulders and squeeze tight.

She presses her eyelids together. "Fuck, Ethan."

God damn, she feels good. I bring my hands to her hips and I guide her body over mine. I go slow, until her nerves are gone, until the look in her eyes is nothing but desire.

Then I go faster. I pull her body closer to take her breast into my mouth. She groans with pleasure, rocking her hips as I suck on her nipple.

Fuck, the way Violet's moan echoes around the bus, the taste of her skin, the feeling of her folds enveloping me…

This isn't like with anyone else.

This is everything.

Her thighs squeeze against my hips. Her nails dig into my shoulders.

I let my body lead. I thrust into her, sucking on one nipple then the other. I go harder. Faster. Until she's panting and shaking with pleasure.

"Come on my cock, Vi," I groan.

She rocks her hips to match my movements. A few more thrusts and she's there. I watch the orgasm spread over her face. Her eyes close. Her lips part with a long, heavy sigh.

Her cunt pulses around me.

God damn.

I give her a moment to catch her breath, then I lay her flat on her back, and I thrust hard and deep. She wraps her legs around my waist, rocking her hips to meet my movements.

Right now, her body is mine. And my body is hers. The two of us are exactly where we belong.

I move harder. Faster. Deeper. She sucks on my neck. Her groans vibrate over my shoulders and chest.

Fuck. I tug at her hair as an orgasm overtakes me.

She groans with pleasure, watching my expression contort as I come.

I don't stop until I've spilled every drop.

After I come down, I collapse behind her, wrap my arms around her, and hold her body against mine until we've both caught our breath.