Page 30 of Killer Notes

“Wheredoyou get your inspiration from?” I repeat.

“Anywhere really. Sometimes, I see things and the words pop into my head. Other times, I can be standing in the shower…”

My breath hitches as the image of a wet Danny stroking off in the shower slides into my head.

Danny gasps. “You saw me, didn’t you?” He might have phrased it as a question, but there’s no doubt it’s an accusation.

I could lie, but why? “I did. But I quickly backed out of the room once I saw you.”

Talk about blushing. Danny’s face and neck are infused with a deep pink. His mouth drops open, but he immediately snaps it shut.

“I… I figured… Umm. I’m going to my room. I need to work on this song.” He stands and rushes out of the kitchen. Danny disappears quickly into the bedroom before I can respond.

Sitting there, alone now, I contemplate if I should go talk to him. But there would be only one outcome if I walk into that bedroom. And there wouldn’t be any talking or singing involved. Instead, I take my loaded plate and head out to the deck to eat.

Maybe the cold morning air will settle my raging cock and keep it from taking over my brain, and making me go after Danny.

CHAPTERTEN

Danny

It’s already feeling claustrophobic in the house. But what makes it worse, Tobias confirmed my suspicion that he had seen me in the shower, back at the condo.

Truly mortified about getting caught jacking off, I had no choice but to hide out in the bedroom for the rest of the day. There’s no way I can face him now. Most guys would find it a turn-on that a gorgeous man like Tobias was watching, but not me.

And yet, I can’t help imagining what would have happened if he had joined me in the shower. I tossed and turned all night, dreaming about the different ways that scenario could have played out. And every time I awakened, I touched myself until I came.

Now the digital clock reads five a.m. I’m tired, but I get up and quietly dress, then tiptoe out to the great room. I let out a relieved breath, grateful that I’m alone.

I make coffee, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. Then I cast a thorough glance around the house. I could be truly happy living here if I didn’t have a life outside this bubble.

The house might be small—I’m guessing no bigger than seven hundred square feet, but it has everything I want in a home.

After filling my cup with coffee, I step out onto the wooden deck. Saint appears beside me for a pet, then he dashes off into the yard. While he sniffs around nearby, I take in the morning.

I shut my eyes and listen to the lapping of the lake water against its grassy shore. It’s astonishing to hear nature all around me, teeming with life as though it has a soul of its own. The cool breeze sweeps across my skin, making me shiver, and I welcome the touch.

I inhale another deep breath, letting peace settle over me for the first time in a long while. A walk in the woods would be nice, but Tobias would have a shit hemorrhage if I went traipsing through the woods without him. It wouldn’t be smart either.

Strange, isn’t it? With all the crap going on in my life, I shouldn’t feel calm or safe, but I do. Not sure if it’s this place, or Tobias and his dog protecting me, but the wonderous view makes the world outside seem like fiction.

Then guilt perches heavy on my shoulders as I think of my bandmates. At least, I know they are safe while I’m hiding out with my bodyguard.

The same bodyguard that saw you jacking off in the shower.

Ugh. I have to get over my embarrassment. My avoidance tactics will only go so far.

A snapping sound catches my attention, then it stops. I pause to listen, hoping to catch it again, but I don’t hear it. It doesn’t sound like a bug. I’m not sure what it is.

Then I see a glint of something—maybe metal, across the lake in the woods. I lean against the wooden railing to catch sight of it.

“You’re thinking way too hard,” Tobias says from behind me.

I jump and whirl around, spilling my coffee. “You scared the crap out of me.” The jerk’s actually smirking.

His smile drops. “Didn’t I tell you not to come out here alone?”

“I’m not.” I point at his dog. “Saint’s with me.” The boxer trots over to me and sits by my feet. His short tail thumps against the wooden slat.