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There’s several tattoos on Danny’s back, but what stands out the most is the raven in flight. Even though the tattoo is no bigger than a dollar bill, the composition of the bird and its wings are so detailed that I swear it’s real. It’s flawless, especially the one eye, which is the color of the bluest sky… just like Danny’s.

Danny is gorgeous in ways I normally am not attracted to. I usually like my men thick with some muscles. But the Warrior Black singer is a delicate flower, with a powerhouse of a voice and a body that’s made for sinful things. I see that now.

My near-reckless desire to taste, to devour Danny’s lithe form is like a desperate slut. My mouth waters, yearning to lick every inch of his wet skin. And when I think he’s had enough, then I’d fuck his tight bubble ass until we both blow a nut.

I automatically take a tentative step toward the bathroom, then abruptly stop. I can’t rip my clothes off and climb into that shower. I can’t taste or lick any part of Danny’s flesh or fuck him until we both cum. It’s unprofessional.

What the fuck? Is he stroking himself?

My entire body locks up in fascination as I watch Danny jack his dick. Too bad I can’t see his cock. Everything in me is demanding that I strip, get in that shower, and show him what I’m capable of with his body.

Jesus Christ. Get out.

Gathering what brain cells I have left, I quickly back out of the room and close the door as quietly as I can. Pressing my back to it, I take a moment to slow my pounding heart and settle the granite pole in my pants. As the flush along my skin slowly recede, I exhale another long breath and then head back toward the living room like nothing happened.

But it did. And I will never be able to get that picture of Danny out of my head.

CHAPTERFIVE

Danny

A hot shower is exactly what I needed to unravel my nerves. The band and I worked all day on the next few songs, but my stomach is tied up in knots—because what’s taking up most of my mindset iswhere is Tobias?Why did he leave? John said he left for personal reasons, but I figure Tobias took off because of me. Between the glares and subtle sneer, the man simply doesn’t like me.

Jesus. I lean against the sink and stare at myself in the mirror. The dark circles under my eyes are getting darker. And no wonder, when my dreams are filled with nightmares of me being hurt. My head. My body—and one time, Connor and the rest of my friends were also potential victims. My brain keeps going over all the shit happening in my life—in my friends’ lives.

You have to shake it off. You’re alive and here.

Telling myself to shake if off is getting harder to swallow. Not when I’m still getting unsettling notes. Let’s not forget Laney’s attack, and its similarities. And being shot at has never been on my bucket list, especially now with Warrior Black on a career rise.

All these pressures are finally getting to me, but I don’t know what to do or how to handle the clusterfuck that is now my life. Then throw a sexy as fuck bodyguard into the fray and I’m at my wits’ end.

One second, I’m afraid for my life and the next I’m horny as fuck over a guy that scares the shit out of me. My dick may want to know Tobias, but I choose to ignore what my dick wants.

I step in and stand in the center of the shower, letting the barrage of hot water and the steam surround me. As I relax, my mind goes back to when Tobias had sheltered me with his body.

From head to toe, I felt every inch of his hard frame. I try to imagine what he looks like under all that clothing. All tight muscle, heat, and strength.

My right hand slides down my chest, imagining how his big hands would feel stroking my rigid cock.

Is it just hero worship I’m feeling for the man that saved my life? Or is it simple attraction? At first sight, I thought him stupidly gorgeous. But with his amber-green eyes and that fucking crooked smile, my body reacts every time he’s near me. I’m like some sex-deprived deviant thinking of different ways to have this man in my bed.

Maybe it was good that Tobias left, because another day with him close by would drive me to drink.

A wisp of cool air touches my back. I swiftly turn and my whole body freezes under the assault of hot spray as I watch Tobias backing out of my bedroom.

“Fuck.” Plastering myself against the tile wall, I’m out of sight from that vantage point. Why didn’t I close the bathroom door? I cover my face with my hands in utter mortification.

Did he see me stroking my dick?He had to.

But for how long? Did he like watching me?

My heart’s pounding for a whole different reason than fear. My mind forms an erotic image of Tobias touching himself while watching me jack off while thinking of him. A flash of heat shoots straight down to my balls. I firmly grip my cock and redouble my efforts for release. From base to tip, I stroke until that familiar buzz at the base of my spine crackles like a live wire, and I cum. Hard. With Tobias’s name silently on my tongue.

When my heart and breathing calm, I wash off the remnants of my spunk and get out of the shower. I wrap my body in the warm bathrobe hanging on the hook, and step into the bedroom. I contemplate if I should approach Tobias on why he was in the room to begin with, but I change my mind. I don’t want him to know that I saw him leave.

I dress and head out to where my friends are arguing about who’s sleeping where on the tour bus.

I lean over Connor’s shoulder and peer down at his phone. Ron texted an image of the tour bus to our group chat.