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Pullinghis arm from around me to lean intoZak,Ipolish off my coffee and watch drilling rigs and farm fields pass by.

Dreeswings his legs over my lap, settling in against a pillow.Whenmy brow quirks, his mouth tweaks into the signatureRamossmirk.

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Thenice thing about the venue inDallasis the showers.Niceand roomy, don’t have to share with any stinky, farty guys—my own little getaway on the road for a few minutes.Oran hour.

Paddingdown the hall in a blackPrimustank top, biker shorts, and chanclas,Iturn the corner and stop in my tracks whenIdiscover two people against the wall ahead, one standing and the other kneeling in front of them.

Wetgurgling sounds make me grimace as the girl bobs up and down over the guy’s crotch.

Adrianopens his eyes and his glazed-over pupils lock onto mine.

Thatsame pang from earlier in the van sends my stomach plummeting to the floor.

Ispin around and escape to our dressing room, whereZakis toweling his long black hair.

“Hey, babe,” he says cheerfully.Afterhe whips damp locks out of his face, he frowns. “What’swrong?”

“Hm?”Isound, trying my best to act nonchalant asIshove things into my bag.

Inmy head, though, allIcan see isAdriangetting a blowjob from a groupie.

Zakgrabs my hand. “Youokay?Youlook pale.”

“Yeah.Probablyjust need to stay outside a little longer tomorrow,”Ijoke.

Hepulls me close so he can touch my cheek before pressing his mouth to mine.

Everysingle time he kisses me,Imelt for him all over again.

Myarms slip around his shoulders, hands resting on the back of his neck.Thescent ofIrishSpringsoap wafts from his tattooed skin and blasts up my nostrils.

Wemove together until my back hits a wall.Myhands slither to his chest, one venturing lower untilI’mcupping him through his sweatpants.

“Mm, babe,Ithought we agreed no sex on tour this time,”Zakreminds me.

Hehardens under my touch. “YouknowIcan’t keep my hands off you.”

Hesighs heavily, guiding me to grip him more tightly. “Andyou knowIfucking love it.”

Ourmouths collide as we explore flesh beneath clothes keeping us separated.He’shot in my hand, his breath warm and heavy and mixing with mine as we pant into each other’s mouths from anticipation.

Zakslips into my shorts and runs his fingers up and down my slit.Heflattens his hand and presses in; my hips sway, letting him split me apart and tease me.Myclit grazes over his fingers.

Asmall moan escapes me.

“Fuck,Iwant you,” he murmurs over my lips.

Hedoesn’t have to tell me twice.

Iyank my shorts and panties down around my ankles and barely slip one foot out before he picks me up and shoves me against the wall.

He’sso fucking hard, his cock throbbing against my inner walls that hug him so perfectly like we haven’t had sex in months when it’s only been a couple of days.

“Howpissed isShannongonna be if he catches us again?”Iask breathlessly.

Zakpumps into me, grinding untilImoan loudly in his ear. “Idon’t care.”