That would be bad…very bad. Quinn hired her not only to give him more time with the wife but to quash some of the more outlandish stories splattering the tabloids. The gossip rags had a bur up their ass and had been painting Licks of Leather as hard-core drug addicts. They baited readers with tales of rehab, relapses, and near-death overdoses. None of that shit was true, but Quinn hoped by assigning a den mother to the group, Sofia could help put a halt to the ugly rumors.
“Fuck me,” Burk growled. “Look, I need to—”
“Go. But keep your balls covered when you talk to Sofia. Oh, and the next time you’re in Chicago, drop in. We’ll be here,” Mika said with a friendly smile.
“Thanks, man.” Burk clapped him on the back before jogging away.
When he reached the bus, he sprinted up the stairs and scanned his weary-eyed bandmates lounging about. “Where’s Sofia?”
“Inside looking for your slow, kinky ass,” Syd answered, not bothering to lift the ball cap from his face.
“Shit. I’ll be right back.”
Burk raced off the bus and skidded to a halt on the sidewalk. Peering into the dark shadows, he couldn’t see shit. The area was mostly industrial, but that didn’t mean there weren’t gangbangers or perverts hanging around.
“Sofia? Where are you?” he called out.
“I’m here. Get your ass on the bus, Burke. I’ll be there in a minute.” Her reply came from the darkness on his right.
The defeated tone of her voice sent alarm bells clanging in his head. Burk wasn’t sure what to make of that, but he wasn’t going to leave her out here to be raped, kidnapped, or murdered.
Not without you, sweetheart.
As he strode her direction, the heels of his boots echoed off the concreate. Ahead, he saw a dark outline sitting on a long bench. Drawing closer, he found Sofia hunched over, face pointed toward the ground. She didn’t even bother lifting her head when he drew to a stop in front of her.
Crap.
It was clear that finding him in the club had royally fucked her up.
“We need to talk about…what you saw.”
A humorless chuckle rolled off her tongue. “No. We definitely do not need to talk…about anything.”
The familiar sarcasm saturating her words was partial relief but only served to reinforce the fact that she was still firmly dug in behind her impenetrable walls. He lacked words to convey how badly he wanted to scale them and rescue her. Instead of using his words as a battering ram, Burk clenched his jaw and counted to ten…twice.
Sofia was the most aggravating, arousing, impossibly bullheaded woman he’d ever met. The need to tame her wicked tongue, feel it scrape up and down his cock, set his fire to his desires that much stronger.
He sucked in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Look, I don’t know which dipshit sent you inside the club to find me, but I’ll deal with him later. Right now, I want to make sure that you’re—”
“That I’m what?” she spat, jerking her head up and pinning him with an angry glare. “Okay? Why the hell wouldn’t I be?”
Suddenly, words failed him. “I-I… Well, it’s not the kind of place that… Shit, I don’t know. Why are you sitting out here in the dark if you’re not upset?”
“Maybe I just wanted a few minutes to myself. Unlike you and the rest of the guys, I’m not an egomaniac who needs a throng of strangers watching some chick blow me or who feeds off the undying devotion of a million screaming fans.”
Burk tried to bite back a grin but failed. She was cute as hell when she was all riled up, hissing and spitting, like now. All that passion she was putting off sizzled in the air, making it doubly hard not to seduce her on the spot. But what he really wanted was for Sofia to hand over her control, then to coax her to her knees so he could drown, pamper, and treasure every ounce of the amazing power she gave him.
“I hate to burst your bubble, sweetheart, but the lifestyle isn’t about having my ego stroked.”
Sofia scoffed. “It obviously involves stroking other things…not that I care.”
Burk had been blessed with an ear for music as well as the ability to detect the slightest variation in people’s voices. No way in hell did he miss the strain of jealousy in Sofia’s acrid tone.
I’ll be damned!
Mika was right.
The ramifications of what that meant blew Burk away. Dropping to his haunches in front of her, he held her gaze. The headlights of a passing car illuminated her face. The tracks left from her tears sliced him deeply. He inwardly cursed himself for being so damn blind and stupid.
“Hey,” he began, barely above a whisper. “Can we call a truce…you and me?”
She lifted her chin slightly as her lips drew into a tight, thin line. “We’re not at war.”
So undaunted by her prickly response, he couldn’t stop the crooked grin kicking up the side of his mouth. “All right. I guess that means we can be friends then?”
“I’m not here to make friends. I-I’m here to…to do my job.”
Her trembling stammer told him something totally different. He was all but drowning from the rush of hope rising inside him. Still, Burk wasn’t a fool. He needed to tread lightly and earn her trust before he’d ever have the chance to break through her impossibly thick walls.
“Your job would be a whole lot easier if you relaxed a little bit.”
“I’m relaxed!” she snapped angrily. “Obviously not as relaxed as you after…what that woman was doing to you, but I’m—”
“Wound up tighter than my guitar strings,” he murmured as he leaned in closer. “I know a couple hundred ways to help you unwind.”
Sofia’s hypnotic eyes grew wide as indignation pinched her face. “You are not suggesting that I…that you and I…”
“Oh, I certainly am.”
“Go get on the bus, Burk. Your little booty call has put us behind schedule enough as it is.”
“That wasn’t a booty call, sweetheart.”
“Whatever. We’re late, and this conversation is over,” she huffed before launching to her feet, stepping around him, and stomping toward the bus.
“Oh, no, it’s not.” He chuckled under his breath as he locked a stare on the sway of her lush ass. “Not by a long shot, sweetheart.”
With a shake of his head, Burk expelled a massive sigh before strolling out of the darkness and climbing the stairs of the coach.
“Finally ready to roll?” asked their driver, Kenny.
“Indeed.” Burk nodded, forcing a smile.
Kenny eased the bus from the curb, causing Burk to sway as he made his way toward the back. Anxious to continue his conversation with Sofia, he didn’t see her anywhere in sight.
“You pissed her off again, didn’t you?” Ozzy asked, shaking his head like a disapproving parent.
“Breathing her air pisses her off, and you damn well know it.”
“That’s for sure. Did you at least have fun tonight?”
He had, until he’d caught sight of Sofia barreling out of the club.
“It was okay,” Burk mumbled as he picked up his acoustic guitar and slid into the thick leather chair beside the inquisitive keyboard player. “So, which one of you cockbags sent Sofia to find me?”
Ozzy chuckled and turned a pointed look at Ross, who was snoring on the couch.
“Figures,” Burk groused. “I should have known. He thinks everything’s a fucking joke. I think Karma needs to be an exceptionally nasty bitch for him.”
Ozzy’s eyes lit up as a wide grin speared his face. “I gotta be there to watch that.”
Burk simply nodded and plucked at his guitar strings, mulling the new song now taking root in his head. He cast several furtive glances toward the back of bus that housed the sleeping bunks and bathroom. Hoping and waiting, to no avail.
Chapter 3
Locked inside the small bathroom, Sofia gripped the edge of the sink, trembling like a leaf. Her skin was on fire. Even the soft cotton of her clothing felt like burlap agai
nst her enflamed flesh.
Burk Jennings had propositioned her, and she was coming apart at the seams. After he’d tracked her down, Sofia expected him to gloss over the fact that he’d been inside a kink club, enjoying some dirty bitch’s mouth sucking on his enormous cock. Never in her wildest dreams did she suspect he’d offer to help relieve her stress.
A part of her was appalled that he’d offered her...what amounted to sloppy seconds.
But the minute he’d knelt down in front of her, all she wanted to do was reach out, scrub her hands over his handsome face, and press her mouth to his sexy lips.
Sofia knew she wouldn’t be able to keep this farce up much longer. Unfortunately, she didn’t have any other option. If Burk knew how desperate she was to sleep with him, there’d be no way to stop him from seducing her.
Lifting her head, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Lust and fear were vying for first place in her pale gray eyes.
The sudden knock on the bathroom door made her yelp and jump.
“Sorry to rush you, cupcake. But I gotta piss something fierce,” Ross announced.
Instead of scolding him like a parent and asking why he didn’t piss while she was fetching Burk from a damn BDSM club, Sofia released her death grip on the sink and sucked in a ragged breath. She wrenched the door open, quickly sidled past the drummer, and scurried to her bunk.
“Thanks. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Don’t rush on my account. I’m done in there for the night,” she bit out before tapping on the dome light in her cubby and snapping the privacy curtain closed.
While the sleeper berths were far from roomy, they’d been ergonomically designed. A couple of storage cabinets that she kept her clothes in sat on one end of the enclosure, and a row of shelves that stored her toiletries and electronics were at the other. While she couldn’t stand up in the limited space, there was ample room to sit and wiggle out of her clothes before tugging on her pajama top.
Thoughts of Burk spooled through her brain in a constant loop as usual. But his offer still had her skin tingling. The only way she’d find sleep tonight was when exhaustion claimed her. But there wasn’t any respite to be found there, either. While her lucid thoughts might be silenced, her vivid dreams of Burk drowning her in sexual splendor plagued her every fucking night. A fact she couldn’t deny when she woke each morning, wet, aching, and throbbing for him. No matter how often she masturbated, Sofia couldn’t quench the fire he ignited. Not only was it beyond frustrating, it was downright pathetic.
Tonight was sure to be doubly wet and dripping since she didn’t have to imagine what his big, beautiful cock looked like. And each hard inch was still blazing inside her brain. She’d give her left nipple to suck his beefy slab between her lips and gather up all his warm, slippery pre-come with the swirl of her tongue. Her folds grew wetter and her nipples drew up, hard enough to cut glass. But it was her throbbing clit that convinced her sliding into her pajamas was nothing but a waste of time. As soon as the guys fell asleep, she’d be rubbing out one if not two or more much-needed orgasms.
Drawing the covers to her waist, she lay there for long minutes listening to the ebb and flow of muted male voices. Someone was strumming a sensual melody on a guitar while the tires hummed along the road.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower and crash out, y’all. Night,” Burk announced from outside her berth.
Though she tried, Sofia couldn’t ignore the sound of running water. A few feet away, Burk was completely naked and wet. She could practically see him covered in soapsuds and gorgeously erect.
Her clit was all but bursting with each beat of her heart.
Balling her hands into fists, she fought to keep them above the covers.
Finally, one by one, the guys climbed into their respective bunks for the night. Sofia lay listening until she heard Burk leave the bathroom and close the privacy curtain across from her.
Long minutes later, the sound of snoring seesawed all around her. She ignored the random fart and heaved a sigh of gratitude before kicking off the sheet. She tore off her pajama top and softly stroked her thrumming clit. As she closed her eyes, images of Burk sprang to life. She strummed her sensitive nub and plucked the hard tips of her nipples while her favorite fantasy of him commanding her body uncoiled in her mind.
Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. Let me see your pretty pussy.
The imaginary tone of his whiskey-soft voice flowed over her restless body like melted butter. Hot nectar seeped from her in a heated rush and coated her fingers. Like a bonfire, demand licked up her spine.
In her mind, Burk inched down her body, dragging his tongue and silky mane over her flesh. Sofia pressed three fingers together. Imagining they were Burk’s wide tongue, she brushed them over her clit in a lapping motion. Releasing her nipple with a sharp pinch, she sucked in a breath before driving two fingers deep into her dripping tunnel.
So soft. So fucking sweet. You taste like honey, sweetheart. Spread your legs wide for me. I’m going to tongue fuck you and drink down all that sweet, slick nectar spilling from inside you…make you come and come until you can’t scream my name anymore.
“Yes. Yes. Oh, god, Burk…yes,” she mewled softly.
Picking up the pace, Sofia writhed and rolled her hips as she toyed with her clit and pumped her fingers with wild abandon. Lost in the fantasy of Burk’s tongue, lips, and teeth devouring her dripping pussy, Sofia moaned and soared toward oblivion.
“Sweet Jesus. You look…fucking…incredible.”
“Please, Burk. Don’t talk…just fuck me. Fuck me hard,” she whimpered.
“Are you sure? Once I start touching you, I won’t be able to stop, sweetheart.”
The unexpected change of dialogue in her fantasy niggled in the back of her brain, but Sofia was too deep in pleasure to switch focus. Tossing her head back and forth on the pillow, she bucked her hips, driving her pussy against his imaginary mouth.
“Don’t stop, Burk. Don’t ever stop. Shut up and fuck me. I need you…need…you right…ohhhh, please.”
“Then scoot over and let me take it from here, sweetheart.”
Like a boulder through a plate-glass window, the tone of his voice—somewhere between a groan and a growl—sounded all too real, shattering her usual fantasy.
Ripping her eyes open, Sofia jerked her hands from her pussy.
The fact that her privacy curtain was now wide open didn’t frighten her half as much as the sight of Burk standing next to her bed, tugging his boxer briefs past his knees. His feral stare was fixed on her dripping and splayed-open pussy. Licking his lips, he wrapped a fist around his weeping erection and slowly started stroking himself.
Sofia’s heart, hammering like a bass drum, leapt to the back of her throat. The air in her lungs refused to flow. Shock and embarrassment climbed up her chest and face, like a flashfire.
“What are you—”
“Shhh.” Burk leaned in and pressed a finger to her lips. The texture of his soft, warm skin sent electricity surging through her. “Be quiet, or you’ll wake the others.”
His warning shut her right up. It was bad enough that Burk had found her tweaking her bean and begging him to fuck her. Sofia didn’t want to live through the endless ribbing she’d endure if the other guys discovered them in such a…compromising position.
“Then shut my damn curtain and go away,” she bit out in a harsh whisper.
“Is that really what you want me to do?” The mischievous twinkle in his eyes convinced her that lying wasn’t an option. Like the damn cat, her secret obsession with him was clearly out of the bag.
Oh, god. This can’t be happening!
“Let me in. I can help you.”
“Do what?”
“Scoot over, Sofia. It’ll be all right.”
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Seeing you like this? Fuck yes I am. And I’m also out of my boxers, ready to drive my hungry cock deep inside your sinful body…finally.”<
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“B-but—”
“Please don’t turn into the ice queen on me, sweetheart. We both now know that’s only an act. I’m done hiding how much I fucking want you. It’s time for you to do the same.”
Done hiding? Dear Lord! H-he wants me, too?
“Oh,” she whispered but remained frozen in the middle of the bed.
Using his knees, Burk nudged her over as he crawled in beside her.
This whole chain of events seemed surreal as Sofia scooted close to the wall and rolled slightly to her side. How she managed to keep from jumping on top of Burk and having her wicked way with him ranked right up there with miracles.
Lucky for her, the fog of fantasy filling her brain had started to clear. That’s when the realization that she was naked and in bed with Burk Jennings clanged through her.
Every muscle in her body tensed.
While she wasn’t expecting him to proclaim his undying love and devotion to her, Sofia loathed the idea of him thinking her just another star-struck groupie. Yet when she opened her mouth to tell him to leave, the raw, primitive desire glistening in his eyes sent a needy whimper to spill from her lips.
“Believe me, I know exactly how you feel. Every time I look at you, I want to lay you down, climb on top of you, and send us both to the stars.” He pressed his buttery-soft lips to her neck and swirled his tongue over her flesh in a tiny circle. “Let me take your wicked ache away, Sofia.”
When she didn’t answer—because she couldn’t form a single word—Burk lifted his head and studied the contours of her face. His tender gaze caressed her like a feather, but at the same time, she could feel him decimating her walls of protection. Without even trying, he’d split her wide open and exposed all her insecurities and doubts.
Tendrils of panic began crawling up inside her.
“Wait. Don’t,” he whispered.
A pained expression settled over his face before he exhaled a resigned sigh and briefly closed his eyes. When he lifted his lids once again, it was as if he’d ripped off a mask as well. Burk was willingly sharing his own vulnerabilities, fears, and emotions so intense Sofia nearly wept.
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