And now a dear diary moment. Score.

  He settled against her, body to body and they both stilled as that skin-to-skin contact soaked into their bones.

  “Christ,” he mumbled as he kissed over to her other breast and down her ribs, licking and nibbling until she was shivery and witless. “You taste so fucking good.”

  Which he then proved by settling between her thighs and taking a long, slow lick of her pussy.

  He hummed, a sound full of relish and it made her feel gorgeous. Harlow refused to close her eyes, not before she looked down her body at the sight of Miles, head bent over her like a penitent seeking benevolence.

  His dark hair tousled from her fingers was soft against her inner thighs. The lines of the tattoo leading down his right arm seemed to pop where he cradled her hip and held her in place, her skin a pale backdrop.

  Miles turned his head and nipped where her thigh met her body. It was so unexpectedly hot she shuddered, arching into his hold.

  He lifted his head and locked his gaze to hers. “Hm. Liked that, did we?”

  She nodded probably longer than she should have, but she really liked it.

  “Let’s see what else you like then, hm?” he said as he spread her open fully and began to devour her with licks, nuzzles and a few nips of his teeth in the right places.

  As much as she wanted to come, he drew it out, pulling her to the very edge and pausing until she was just about to reach down and finish things herself. That’s when he gave her one last look and then turned all that focus on her clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue with just the right amount of pressure and orgasm broke over her, sucking her down.

  Miles had binged on Harlow enough that he was drunk with her. And wanted more. Especially when she managed to sit up a little and push him to his back. When she climbed up and straddled him, he nearly blacked out at how intensely good it was.

  Her eyelids dropped to half mast, slumbrous and satiated. She smiled down at him. “That was delightful.”

  “Glad to have been of service,” he choked out when she ground her pussy, so hot and wet against his cock.

  Harlow reached up and undid her hair, sending it tumbling around her shoulders, a mass of dark curls.

  Miles gave in and buried his hands in it, pulling her down to him for another kiss. He loved her mouth. Her lips, perfectly soft, fit with his like they were meant for him. He already had the taste of her in his system and her soft moan when she realized that made him harder than he already was.

  She rocked slightly, sliding herself over the length of his cock, paying special attention to the bead at the top of his piercing, slowly driving him crazy with the intensity.

  But when she tried to scoot down as she kissed her way down his throat and over his chest, he stopped her. “I want to be in you.”

  “I was on the way,” she said with one raised brow.

  “Don’t think I’m complaining about that. Because I’m not. But I meant I want to be in your pussy. Deep.”

  She pouted, which…fuck, only made him hotter for her.

  “Condoms?” she asked. “I assume they’re okay with the piercing?”

  “Yes, I’ll put it on carefully. The ring is smooth so it won’t rip. But the condoms are in a bag in the bathroom and I’m laying here beneath a gorgeous woman rubbing her pussy all over me so I’m having trouble with motivation to move.”

  Her laughter was something he realized he was going to crave when they were apart, and he tightened his grip on her hips.

  But not enough to stop her when she rolled away and strolled into the bathroom. “FYI, though I’m sure you know this, this bathroom is the size of my entire hotel room. In this black bag with the red zipper accent on the counter?”

  “It has a red zipper?”

  She came out holding the bag, laughing. “You didn’t notice the red zipper against the black of the bag itself?”

  “The gear is a gift from my parents. Luggage and the like for the tour. More about this not-anything-about-me-fucking-you topic after I actually fuck you.” He sat up and took the bag from her, unzipping the yes, bright red zipper, and rummaged until he found the square foil he was looking for.

  She frowned when he tore it open with his teeth. “That’s bad for your teeth.”

  “I have a dentist. Again, not the topic I want right now,” he muttered as he rolled the latex on carefully.

  “You’re very bossy about topics,” she said airily, looking at her fingernails.

  He waved his dick at her. “Come on over.”

  She grinned and scrambled atop him again, grabbing the root of his cock to angle it as she slowly lowered herself.

  He exhaled, trying not to wheeze at the tight heat of her all around his cock. Trying very hard to think about the new strings he’d started using and whether or not it made any real difference in sound or playing.

  Better that instead of coming forty-eight seconds after he got inside her.

  And then she squeezed her inner muscles around him, and he slammed a fist down into the mattress to fight the sensation.

  “Liked that did we?” she said, parroting what he’d said earlier.

  Miles considered flipping their positions but then she rose up slightly and slid down his cock three times and he forgot everything but that moment between them.

  “What’s not to like?” he said with a slight squeak at the end when she pulled up and nearly off and lowered herself again.

  The weight of her was just exactly right. They fit, and their rhythm clicked right off as he arched, not wanting to leave her pussy and then she met him and rose and fell again.

  The bounty of her breasts was right there for him to see, to touch and with a little stretching, to kiss them as he took their weight in his palms.

  It was her turn to arch then, pressing her breasts into his hold and when he took her nipples between his finger and thumbs, her pussy fluttered around him, getting so hot he felt it easily through the latex.

  He traced over the lines of her tattoo to her hip and then shifted enough to find her clit and stroke it slowly as she rode his cock.

  She drew a shaky breath and exhaled on a soft moan of pleasure.

  Because the bedside lamps were on, he could look his fill at her as she rose over him. Her features were blissed out, eyes sleepy with pleasure, mouth slightly open, her hair wild around her shoulders, sliding forward over her collarbone. Making him want to find that very spot and kiss it.

  Making him realize he’d remember this moment and follow up to make sure he kissed that spot. More than once.

  Fuck. He was a goner for this woman.

  In more ways than one. She squeezed her inner walls around his cock until his eyes nearly watered as he tried to hold back his climax.

  He sped the lazy circles he’d been making around her clit, and her breath caught. Her gaze—so dreamy—cleared as she locked her attention on his. It was a race to see who came first. And wasn’t that fucking awesome?

  He knew he had her by a slight edge when her movements became less rhythmic and she tipped her head back.

  The lure of her throat was more than he wanted to resist so he cupped it with his palm, gently so as not to harm, but enough that she remembered he was there.

  Her orgasm, so hot and wet, rolled through her and tightened around him so much there was nothing to do but let himself go with a snarl, trying to get as deep as he could.

  “I’m starving,” she said some minutes later after they got their breath back.

  He’d pulled her to his side after returning to bed, so he continued to twirl a lock of her hair around his fingertip.

  “You did work very hard. Bound to wake up your appetite. I’ll order room service.”

  She sat and looked down at him. “You are so fucking handsome. Providing food and orgasms is pretty irresistible. And, that ring in the head of your cock? Well, it certainly woke up all sorts of places in my pussy that I might have thought imaginary until you and your magic wiener.”

  “Pleased to serve all your voracious appetites.” Snorting, he rolled to his feet and went in search of the room service menu.

  She dragged a French fry through ranch dressing and ate it, thinking before she asked, “Did you always know you wanted to make music?”

  “I liked music from an early age. Started playing bass and loved it. Had a garage band with my friends, Silas is one of them,” he said of his drummer. “I’ve known him since middle school. But I figured it’d be something I did on the side while I did, well, some other job that could pay my rent, you know?”

  She nodded.

  “And then I met my dad.” He shrugged. “That was a big turning point. Because my mum plays piano so I figured I got my musical talent from her side of my DNA. And then when my dad came into my life it made sense to me. I got it from both of them. He was so great, you know? He would jam with us, a bunch of kids in a garage playing covers. And then he and my mum got together, married and all that, and I started going out on tour with him. Which is where I met you.”

  She lifted her half-eaten cheeseburger in cheers.

  “I saw that it could be a career. More than a hobby on the side. But the center of my life. It obviously helps when your dad is a rock star, and I know you get that part.”

  Did she ever.

  “Anyway, you know the other parts of the story. We started out at small clubs and worked up to larger ones. Made an EP which got us picked up by the label, like you did. Erin and my dad served as producers. I still use them to this day because they’re so smart about all this stuff. We gained traction from the EP and then our first full length album. Then the follow up. Lots of touring. And now this new album is doing great and the ticket sales for this tour are, I’m told, outstanding. So I guess I’ll get to keep doing this as my job. Thankfully. I love music. I love making music. I even love the chaotic energy of touring, though I have to admit, I do wish this tour had a break between North America and Europe so I can recover a bit.”

  He looked over to her and winced. “I’m sorry about that, by the way. I guess maybe we should have gotten that over with before we jumped into bed.”

  There’d been a push for two other European based bands to open for Earthquakes on their Europe leg and Jeremy had come to Harlow in person to talk with her about it. She hadn’t been angry at all. The US leg would give them a lot of exposure, but they had their own tour to run, and they’d actually be in Europe at the same time toward the end of Earthquakes’s tour, just playing far smaller venues.

  “I’m not fucking you for a spot on your Europe leg,” she told him and tried not to wince at the emotion behind her words.

  “Uh…I didn’t think you were. It’s just that the possibility of a spot for that part of the tour had been spoken about and then it went in a different direction.” He shrugged.

  Harlow rolled her eyes at him. “Do you think I’m unaware of the differences between our spot and yours? We aren’t ignorant of the process. Earthquakes is a much bigger, hotter property. You need to make decisions that align with that. European tour, British and Dutch bands make sense.” She took another bite because cold cheeseburgers weren’t as good as hot ones. “Jeremy already spoke to us about it. If I had a problem, you’d know. And I wouldn’t be riding your dick. That’s a good sign that I’m mad at you. Not riding your dick, I mean.”

  “Okay, okay. I just remember what it was like trying to break to the next level.” He tucked her reaction away for future reference. He didn’t want to hurt or offend her. He just wanted to be careful of her feelings.

  “You can pay for the room service,” she said easily.

  “Deal.”

  She finished up her meal still naked, but once she finished, she got out of bed and began to reassemble her clothes, putting them back on in order.

  “Going somewhere?”

  “It’s nearly three. I need to get some sleep since I got all tired from sexercize with you.” She grinned.

  He frowned. “You can stay here. I’m not kicking you out or anything.”

  “Well, that’s good, because that would be terrible manners after I let you touch my boobs.”

  A laugh burst from him, satisfying her in a way she didn’t want to look at too closely just then.

  “I do have very good manners. And a king-sized bed. I even have a breakfast order coming. I’ll share my bacon with you or order you more.”

  “Are you attempting to bribe me with bacon, sir?”

  “Whatever it takes.”

  “As much as I do love breakfast cooked by someone else, especially when it includes bacon, I need to go back to my own room. I’ve seen fans in this hotel looking for you. And I’ve seen plenty of gossip mag fodder about you in the past. Getting snapped sneaking back to my room in the morning wearing what I had on last night seems like daring trouble.”

  “You embarrassed?”

  She stood near the foyer and put a hand on her hip. “Oh, is that what’s going on here? You’re going to insult me for bringing up a very real issue?”

  He growled and she realized this guy had probably very rarely heard no in his life. Harlow was all about education and not at all about responding to any of this baiting. He was struggling with something else. She wasn’t sure what it was, and she didn’t know him well enough to guess at that point.

  “I apologize,” he said as she sighed and turned, heading to the door.

  She stopped and turned to face him.

  “I got a little snotty. It’s because I want you here with me. But you’re right. For now. Let’s see how it feels the next time or the time after.”

  “You’re very sure there will be another time or the time after that.”

  His cheeky grin changed into something naughty and uninhibitedly sexy and a responding pull low in her belly agreed there would be a next time.

  He was standing so very close to her just moments later. He pulled her close and kissed her. “I like you, Harlow. I want to get to know you better. And I want to have a lot more sex with you.”

  “I like you too, Miles. We can definitely get to know each other better, including sex.” She kissed him long and slow before stepping away and looking out the peep hole to be sure the coast was clear before she went outside the room.

  He let go of her hand after kissing her fingertips. “See you tomorrow. I’d ask to walk you to your room, but you’ll only say no.”

  She grinned. “See, you’re learning already. Goodnight, Miles,” she said and left the room while the hall was empty.

  CHAPTER

  TEN

  Poppy had begun to deliver Above Me’s dailies to them after Las Vegas. She got them to everyone in Earthquakes first, also making sure they were awake and were going to eat something before she and Maddie headed down to Harlow and Nora’s room to bring theirs and then go do yoga. Usually in Poppy or Maddie’s room as Above Me’s was far smaller and contained a Brian who was sometimes sleeping.

  After yoga, it had become part of their day to have a cup of tea and breakfast as the four women chatted for a while. Sometimes Miles would come down pretending to look for Poppy for some reason or other, but really, he just wanted to hang out with Harlow too.

  Which was more and more all right as the days passed.

  That morning—a quick look out the window of her hotel room reminded her she was in New Orleans—she and Poppy were joined by Maddie and Nora in Harlow’s room for breakfast because for that city they’d booked connecting rooms.

  “By the way, thanks again for the laundry duty,” Maddie said.

  The day before, right after they’d arrived at the hotel, Harlow and Nora found the laundry facilities in the hotel basement and had offered to run a load for anyone else while they were there. Maddie had jumped at the chance and had repaid the favor by bringing them chocolate croissants and chicory coffee she’d picked up on the way back to the hotel after a media thing.

  “No problem. I’ve got enough to go about ten days without needing to wash anything, but I don’t want to run out of underpants.” And she sweated through her clothes when she was on stage under the lights, and no one wanted funky clothes.

  She was having sexytimes on the regular with Miles so she had an even better reason to keep ahead of the dirty clothes monster. A person liked to smell good when a very gorgeous other person was kissing up on them.

  He still didn’t like it that she left his room every night. She didn’t much like it either by that point. It was a lot easier to stay in his bed where it was warm, and she was pleasantly loose and sleepy from all the orgasms.

  But there had already been pictures taken of them. Backstage, at a restaurant in Dallas and even inside the hotel. There’d been comments about the way Miles had been looking at her from the one taken at the restaurant. And at the time he’d been holding her hand under the table and was probably thinking about boning her. Or going down on her. Damn, the man loved eating pussy and she couldn’t be happier about it.

  They couldn’t keep it quiet forever. Eventually, if they continued with this…relationship or whatever it was, they’d either get caught or would have to be open about it to get ahead of a story. Until then though, she was enjoying herself with him in those stolen moments after the show each night.

  She was sitting on the bed, guzzling coffee and listening to her friends chat when her phone buzzed.

  “I need to take this,” she said, getting up and going through the connecting door to Brian and Nora’s room since Brian and Omar were off on a comic bookstore date.

  “Hi there” she said when she called the number on the text.

  “We got your message,” her brother Hector said.

  She’d left a voicemail to let him know she’d be in Atlanta for a few days and that she’d like to see him and their other brother Louis while she was there. It had taken her two hours to decide on the proper wording of a short voicemail and then she’d worried for the next day that she’d said things wrong.

  “Oh good,” she said trying to keep her voice calm and not betray any emotions.