Page 1 of Hard Rock Sin

Chapter One

The pressof warm bodies had turned the concert hall stifling hot. I wasn't used to it. It had been years since I'd been at a concert this size. Even then I'd always been backstage with at least one bodyguard watching over me. My big brother Noah made sure of that.

I wasn't that girl anymore. I wasn't the baby sister, the one who needed to be taken care of. I was nineteen now. I was an adult. Of course, I knew Noah would never see me that way. In his eyes, I'd always be his baby sister.

I'd shown up at the venue alone because I'd wanted to surprise my brother by coming home early.

Well. That wasn't quite true. Mostly, I was worried if I didn't come home, he'd change his mind and I'd be stuck overseas forever.

I'd bought a concert ticket to make sure I could get in, but my plan hit a snag when I realized I had no idea how to get backstage.

I saw a couple of event venue staff hanging around the entrance to a side hallway, chatting. That would be my best chance. I casually made my way over, pretending to stare at my phone. I only had to wait about ten minutes before the two of them got distracted by a rowdy concert-goer, who had clearly taken pre-drinking too seriously.

The moment they turned their heads I snuck in behind them and hurried down the corridor, taking turns left and right. The hallway was lined with unmarked doors. I dithered about which one to open. A door at the end said staff only. Success. I pushed open the door, smiling to myself.

My smile froze.

There was a women flat on her back on a sofa. Her legs were spread wide. A man was crouched over her. His head was between her thighs.

I had about three seconds before the situation sunk in.

Any sense of smugness was replaced with shock, which was just as quickly replaced with horror.

"I'm so sorry!" I blurted out. "I didn't mean— I'll just—"

The man lifted his head. His hair fell over one eye.

"You gonna stand in that doorway all day, Angel?" The dark blue eye pinning me down sparkled with humor. "Or are you going to wait for your turn?"

I squeaked as recognition set in.

Cameron Thorne. Bassist in my brother's rock band Darkest Days. He looked the exact same as he had years ago, the last time I'd seen him. Still with that dyed, fire-engine red hair and that familiar carnal grin.

Also still sinfully hot.

"Cam!" The woman on the sofa with her legs splayed wide tugged at a handful of his hair, whining. "Keep going, I was almost there."

"Sorry gorgeous." Even though he was replying to her, he didn't take his eyes off me. "You staying, Angel? Or leaving? I'm cool with either."

"I'm—"Going to die from embarrassment.

Cameron slowly looked me up and down. With that single stare, I swore I could feel his tongue licking every inch of my body.

My face felt hot, cheeks burning. I turned on my heel and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

"Cameron!" I heard the woman whine from behind the closed door. The wicked chuckle I heard in response made my insides flip.

I ran away as quickly as I could.

I'd just walked in on Cameron Thorne having sex. I wanted to melt into the floor and die. How was I ever going to face him again? He was in my brother's band. I couldn't avoid him forever.

I got to the end of the hallway and stopped, leaning against the wall. I put my face in my hands and groaned. How embarrassing.

I tried to console myself that Cameron Thorne was probably used to people walking in on him, if this was the sort of thing he did regularly. My sudden appearance clearly hadn't fazed him. He hadn't freaked out or yelled at me to get out.

He'd asked me to join in.

That caused a flush of a whole different kind to warm my cheeks.