My hands are greedy. One undoes the lacing of her bra and tosses the garment aside.
The other goes to her ass, and pulls her crotch into mine.
She groans as she rubs herself against my hard-on. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." I cup her breast and play with her nipple with my thumb. Thoughts flee my brain at an alarming rate. I need to get this out now, before the only thing I can do is demand her orgasm. "Fuck, Vi…"
Fuck. Too late.
I let my eyelids flutter closed and I bring my lips to hers.
She tugs at my hair as she slides her tongue into my mouth. Her kiss is hard and hungry. Every bit of her need pours into me.
Ten fucking days.
How was this only ten fucking days…
It felt like an eternity.
And in another ten fucking days, we have to do this all over again.
I'm asking her to squeeze our wedding and honeymoon into a break in our tour schedule.
That's not it, not exactly. There are all sorta of venue details that are way too fuzzy with my cock this hard—
There are life details too.
After everything with Mom, we wanted to do it fast.
Carpe diem. Memento mori. All that fucking shit.
But still.
Ten fucking days.
Then we're apart again.
And again.
It goes on for fucking ever.
Violet groans as she pulls back. "Did I already say I missed you?"
"Yeah."
"I really did." She pushes my boxers off my hips. "Tell me it gets easier."
"It doesn't."
"I know. Tell me anyway."
"You know I can't lie to you."
"Tell me something good."
"I love you."
"I love you too." She presses her palm flat against my stomach. "God, Ethan…" Her eyelids flutter closed.
She leans in and kisses me, hard.
Then she's wrapping her hand around my cock.
Fuck—
Need pours from her lips to mine.
From my lips to hers.
I can't explain this. I can't put it into words. At the moment, it's a struggle finding any coherent words.
I love Vi more than anything.
More than the band.
More than touring.
More than fucking music.
She'd never ask me to give it up.
Which is good. Cause I'm not sure I could fucking do it.
And here we are, three days from getting married, and she's dealing with the weight of that on her own.
She deserves more than that.
She deserves fucking everything.
But, fuck, I need her.
And right now—
She groans into my mouth.
She rubs my tip with her thumb.
I push her panties off her hips, then help her get them off her feet.
We're naked in our bed in our apartment. This is our fucking life, and it's a good fucking life.
But I still have to ask myself—
Fuck.
That last coherent thought leaves my brain as she climbs on top of me. She straddles me and presses her palms against my shoulders.
Slowly, she lowers her body onto mine.
My cock strains against her.
Then it's one delicious inch at a time.
"Vi…"
"Fuck, Ethan…" Her green eyes are heavy with desire.
She rocks her hips against me. The friction is fucking divine, and she feels so fucking good.
Knowing that I'm bringing her all that pleasure…
That it's our bodies joining…
God damn, I'm so fucking cheesy now.
But I don't care.
I bring one hand to her hair and pull her into a deep, slow kiss.
I bring the other to her hips and use it to guide her.
And we stay locked like that, bodies moving together, tongues dancing, all that need and affection pouring between us.
We stay locked together as she comes on my cock.
As her cunt pulses around me.
As her groans vibrate over my skin, all the way to my fingers and toes.
I flip her over and pin her to the bed.
She wraps her legs around my hips and pulls my body into hers.
She tugs at my hair.
It's like she can't take a single hint of space between us.
Fuck knows I can't.
I thrust into her with soft, slow strokes until I'm there.
I groan against her lips, tugging at her hair as I come.
My cock pulses. Pleasure spreads out to my fingers and toes.
Once I've spilled every drop, I collapse next to her.
We're both a sweaty, stick mess.
But she still nestles into my body.
She still falls asleep in my arms.
In the morning, we shower together. We stay in the tiny space until we're prunes. I can't get enough of her body against mine. Of her groans. Of her nails on my skin, my hands in her hair, my teeth on her neck.
I can't get enough of her. Period.
Reality is right outside the door. We’re about to get married, and the thought of a single one of her relatives watching me walk down the aisle, that why isn't she marrying a nice, stable guy look on their faces makes my stomach tie up in knots.
I know I want to be with Violet forever. I knew that when I marked my body for her.
Usually, I'm good with an audience…
But not that audience.
It's terrifying.
I want my thoughts gone.
I want the world making sense, the way it does when it's just our bodies aligned.
I make Violet come until she's begging me to stop.
We get out of the shower and wrap ourselves in towels. Violet goes to get dressed. I fix scrambled eggs with avocado, coffee for me, a matcha latte for her.
She steps out of our bedroom in a tight black dress and patterned black tights. She's already all made up, her hair in that perfect straight line.
"Your mom coming today?" I ask.
"Not until our hair and makeup run through. She has work." Her eyes fix on me. "Can I convince you to adopt this wardrobe permanently?"
"You know how to persuade me."
She makes a show of checking out my bare torso as I bring our breakfast to the table.
Her lips curl into a smile as her eyes meet mine. She wraps her hand around my wrist and pulls me into a soft, slow kiss.
"How many times have I said 'I really missed you,' now?" she asks.
"I missed you too." I slide into the seat across from hers. There aren't enough words to explain how much I missed Violet, how much I always miss Violet when I'm away.
Her eyes go to the table. She traces the outline of her mug with her pointer finger.
She's thinking something.
Something she doesn't want to say.
She stares at her drink. Then at her twisting amethyst ring.
Slowly, she meets my gaze. "Are you as nervous as I am?"
I nod.
"Good." She brings her mug to her lips and takes a sip. Her eyelids flutter closed as she lets out a soft moan. "Fuck Ethan, you're too good at this."
"Never stop saying that."
Her laugh dissolves the tension in the room. "You didn't get enough positive feedback?" She nods to the master bedroom/bathroom. "I definitely lost track of how many times I said 'Fuck, Ethan.'"
"It was at least a dozen."
"Braggart."
My smile spreads over my cheeks. God, it feels so good sitting across from her at breakfast. It feels so good talking about nothing with Violet.
She takes another long sip of her drink. "Thank you. For breakfast. And this."
"Anytime."
She nods, but there's something in her eyes. It's not anytime. It's anytime I'm here.
Which is barely half the time.
No, I'm projecting.
Right now, the only thing in Violet's eyes is satisfaction.
She downs half her drink then moves to her plate of eggs. She chews, swallows, takes another bite, talks with her mouth full. "These too." She swallows. "You're multi-talented, Ethan Strong."
I cock a brow. "Yeah?"
"Well, if you're right about a dozen…" She takes another bite. Her eyes go to the clock on the wall, the one with guitars for numbers. "Fuck, is that right?"
I check the time on the microwave behind us. "Yeah."
"I better hurry." She takes a quick sip. "Are you coming? I know it's not really the most exciting decision in the world, which cake we're getting, but we were supposed to decide two weeks ago."
"You want me there?"
She nods. "Otherwise, it's just me and Piper."
"You sure you want me there? There will be much left for me and you after Piper has her way."
"She's not that bad."
I nod. "She's worse." My little sister has quite the fondness for desserts. And she has quite the affection for Violet. She was over the moon when Violet asked her to be maid of honor.
No doubt, she's been pulling my weight with wedding planning.
Not that it will stop me from teasing her about her sweet tooth.
"How soon do we have to leave?" I ask.
She looks to the clock then back to me. "Twenty minutes."
I nod. "Done."
"I, uh…" Her eyes flare with something I can't place. "I'm going to find my shoes."
I watch her walk away.
Violet has to go through so much of her life alone. Because of me. Because of my choices.
Maybe her family is right. Maybe she deserves some stable guy, an accountant who's by her side night and day.
Maybe she deserves a guy who won't show up late when she's wearing the hottest lingerie in the history of the world.
It's not like I could help the flight delay.
But it's always something.
Violet and I are the same— we love what we do. We need work. It keeps us going.
It's not like before. She does come first. When she needs me, I'm there. Period.
But what if that isn't enough?
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Author’s Note
There’s something wonderful about writing book four of a series, going back through books one, two, and three, looking for all the clues you left yourself as to who the hero is. I started Dangerous Noise with only the lightest sketch of Mal. I knew he was a bossy older brother. I knew he’d sing all breathy and sexy a la Jesse Lacey (the broken bad boy I’ve wanted to save since the first time I heard Deja Entendeu). I knew he was the stoic one. I didn’t know he’d break my heart then put it back together.
While writing this book, I felt guilty about all the horrible things I was doing to Mal. But as soon as I had the idea of his mom being ill, and choosing to leave him one last time, I knew it was right. It’s one of those instinctual things. It just clicked. It hurt to hurt him. Really, it did. But he needed a big fucking push to get out of his holding pattern. It couldn’t have happened another way.
I know Mal has been many readers’ favorite band member since his very first scene in the Strong kitchen, taking care of his brother in that paternal, take no shit, I know best way of his. He turned out to be everything I always wanted him to be and more. I hope you can say the same.
Really, writing book four is amazing. It’s a joy knowing the characters and their dynamics, inside and out, watching them continue to grow and evolve and get into trouble. And then there’s the feeling of gratitude, knowing how many readers are on this journey with me, eagerly awaiting the next book.
When I wrote my first rock star book, Sing Your Heart Out, I had no idea it would become my thing. I had no idea people would respond to a book so much about my high school crush (that I’m totally not still harboring) on a certain tortured lyricist (how could he be so aww in one breath and so omg JERKFACE in the next???). But here we are, nine books later, and I have no plans to slow down. Tattooed rock stars own my heart. I’m already bursting at the seams to start writing the Wicked Beat series, starting with playboy Logan Kingston’s story.
Somehow, I’m taking a break to write a series about guys who aren’t rock stars. What can I say? Brendon won me over back in Dangerous Kiss. His story comes after Dangerous Encore, a sequel to the entire Dangerous Noise series.
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Thank you so much to everyone who’s been on this Dangerous Noise journey with me. I love these guys like they’re family. In a way, they are. They’ve been my closest confidants for the last eight or nine months now. I hope you’ll join me as the journey continues in Dangerous Encore.
That will be the last Dangerous Noise book, but the guys will be appearing in future novels in my rock star universe. Wicked Beat is coming in 2018. Or maybe sooner, if Logan keeps seducing me.
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Acknowledgments
My first thanks goes to my husband, for his support when I’m lost in bookland and for generally being the sun in my sky. Sweetheart, you’re better than all the broken bad boys in the world. Even Jesse.
The second goes to my father, for insisting I go to the best film school in the country, everything else be damned. I wouldn’t love movies, writing, or storytelling half as much if not for all our afternoon trips to the bookstore and weekends at the movies. You’ve always been supportive of my goals, and that means the world to me.
A big shout out to all my beta readers. You helped give me the confidence to put out a book a little more heartbreaking than usual. And also to my ARC readers for helping spread the word about Dangerous Noise to everyone else in the world.
A special thanks to my fellow pop-punk addict, Molle, for fangirling over music with me, for talking me through my business decisions, and for reminding me that loving my work matters as much as all the marketing money in the world.
Athena Wright, you are the best author BFF a girl could ask for. Thank you for your feedback, for being my chat buddy, and for always being there to give me the perspective I need.
To my cover designer Skyla, thank you for your work in making my rock star series perfect. To my editor Dee, thank you for whipping the story and the prose into shape. And thanks to Give Me Books and The Rock Stars of Romance and to all the other book bloggers who helped get the word out.
As always, my biggest thanks goes to my readers. Thank you for picking up Dangerous Fling. I hope you’ll be back for Dangerous Encore.
More Books by Crystal Kaswell
Dangerous Noise
Dangerous Kiss - Ethan
Dangerous Crush – Kit
Dangerous Rock – Joel
Dangerous Fling – Mal
Dangerous Encore - coming July 2017
Sinful Serenade
Sing Your Heart Out - Miles
Strum Your Heart Out - Drew
Rock Your Heart Out - Tom
Play Your Heart Out - Pete
Sinful Ever After – series sequel
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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
DANGEROUS FLING
First edition. March 16, 2017.
Copyright © 2017 Crystal Kaswell.
Written by Crystal Kaswell.
cover by Indigo Chick Designs
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