Page 11 of Hard Rock Sin

A blur of bright red hair streaked across the room and threw itself at Noah. Cameron gave my brother a cheeky grin as he wrapped an arm around his neck.

A slow flush creeped up my cheeks at the sight of Cameron dressed in his rock star best.

He wore dark blue skinny jeans, chains hanging from the belt, and a faded white-shirt. I shouldn't have been surprised to see him wearing eyeliner, which was even more on point than mine usually was. Cameron was dramatic — of course he would be dressed for the stage at his raging house party.

The muscles of his inked arms flexed as he clung to my brother. Heat pooled between my legs. I clenched my inner muscles, forcing myself to stay cool in the presence of Cameron Thorne, Rock Star God.

"Get off," Noah grunted, shoving an elbow in Cameron's ribs.

Cameron hung on tight, unperturbed. "And is the lovely Jennifer also in attendance?"

"She's with her friends." Noah gave in and allowed Cameron to cling to him. "I brought Lily, too."

The bassist froze. Cameron slowly turned his head toward me. His dark-rimmed blue eyes met mine before dropping and zeroing in on my legs.

There they were again, those butterflies taking wing in my stomach. Cameron must be a leg man. I was suddenly very glad I'd decided to wear this dress.

"Hey Cameron," I said, feigning a casual tone. "Good to see you again."

"Yeah." He met my eyes and paused, as if looking for words. After a few moments he seemed to give up. "You too."

I didn't know what Cameron was thinking. He could have been thinking any number of things. Remembering our various encounters, maybe. He'd invited me to wait my turn to receive oral from him. He'd caressed the small of my back. He'd asked if I preferred to be called hot and sexy.

Cameron had also run away from me, terrified that Noah would find out and murder him.

I didn't want him to run away again. Cameron was one of the few people who saw me as a grown woman.

But I also knew he was right. Noah would gut him if he thought Cameron was having dirty thoughts about his baby sister.

"Have you seen the others?" Noah asked, not noticing the slight tension between Cameron and I. "It's been a while since Lily's hung out with the gang."

"Aw, you missed us?" Cameron flashed me an almost nervous smile, aiming for normalcy.

I returned it. "Noah's told me stories, but I want to catch up with you guys in person."

"The twins are out back in the pool."

"You have a pool?" I asked excitedly, forgetting about the awkwardness between me and Cameron for moment.

Cameron eyed me with interest. "You like swimming?"

"I love it."

"Didn't get much of a chance in rainy old England? We could all go for a dip, if you like." Cameron spoke to the both of us but his eyes were trained on me.

"That would be awesome, but I don't have a swimsuit," I said.

Cameron and I were holding a normal conversation like two adults. This didn't have to be awkward. Or filled with tension.

I was relieved, until I realized that spark of interest had turned into something else. Cameron's eyes flashed, his gaze sweeping up and down my body with a quick look.

I just knew he was imagining me in a bathing suit.

Or perhaps less.

"Let's go," Noah said. "I don't want Lily out too late."

"I'm not a kid," I protested, embarrassed at how Noah was treating me.