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I cry out. I scream. I call out his name and probably a deity or two.

“I’m gonna come,” I cry out as his hips slam into me. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Good.” He grins. “Let me see it, Zara. Let me feel it,” he growls, and if I wasn’t close before, that certainly would send me over the edge. “Come all over my cock.”

My back arches, and I let out a scream that is probably far too loud for a hotel room, and with a few final flicks to my clit, I let go. My body starts shaking as every nerve ending in my body starts to detonate.

My pussy is still convulsing when Hendrix lets out a guttural groan, his whole body shuddering, as I feel him release deep inside me.

His eyes meet mine, and I feel my stomach clench. God, he’s even hot when he comes.

Just as he’s leaning down to kiss me, there’s a light knock on the door, followed by a timid voice on the other side that says, “I’m just going to leave your food by the door.”

We both stare at each other for a beat and then burst out laughing.

“Hungry?” Hendrix asks.

I give him a heated look and grin, pulling him closer. “Starved.”

Our food is cold by the time we get to it.

Chapter Twenty-Three

ZARA

“Viva La Vegas, bitches!”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Hendrix mutters under his breath as he attempts to cover the grin curving his lips.

Darius has half his body sticking out of the top of the Escalade’s sunroof, yelling at the top of his lungs at the entire Vegas strip. I don’t think he’s had a drop of liquor. He’s still riding the high from their performance tonight.

And damn, what a performance it was.

The guys were electric tonight.

It was a slow night at the clinic, so I was able to sneak over to the stage and watch. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing Hendrix perform.

He is an absolute professional. Even when he appeared to have missed a riff, he just kept on going, not showing a single sign of distress on his face.

A part of me was worried the attention would change him. That all the adoration from the fans and the girls would changeus. But he handles it like he does everything else: with gratitude and grace. He signs T-shirts, poses for pictures, and always pays special attention to aspiring musicians.

It makes my heart swell to see him manifesting his dreams. But a small part of me wonders if there’s space for me in this new life he’s creating.

Do I want there to be?

“Darius!” Zander laughs, grabbing the back of his shirt to yank him back into the seat. “What the hell do you not understand about staying under the fucking radar, my man? You’re gonna cause a damn riot!”

Sitting across from us, Asher just smiles and shakes his head. I’m honestly surprised he agreed to go out with us tonight. Unless it’s PR-related, he usually stays at the hotel. “I say we just toss him out the window like a bloody sacrifice, yeah?”

“Agreed,” Hendrix and Elena say at the same time.

I glance out the window and watch as the flashing lights of Vegas go by. It’s so bright, and there are people everywhere.

The group could not believe I’d never been here.

“Didn’t you grow up in California?” Zander asked.

“Um…yup. California native.”