“Tonight, after the gig, when I take you back to my place, I’ll sing only to you.”
I smiled. “You singing to me all alone might bring me to my knees, rock star.”
“Baby,” Risk’s eyes darkened. “You before me on your knees is a sight sweeter than anything else. Suck my cock into your mouth and I’ll—”
“Risk!”
The men behind us laughed and so did Risk until I leaned in and clamped my teeth down on his neck. For as long as I had known Risk, I had never been the bolder person but I felt a little bit of courage on the bus with him. His fingers squeezed me tight. When I pulled back, his mouth caught my lips in a deep, desire-filled kiss. I shifted on Risk’s growing erection and he growled, deep in his throat.
“You’re doing this on purpose, Cherry.”
A statement, not a question.
I pecked his lips. “Maybe.”
He kissed me again, deeply, but we quickly separated when a voice called Risk’s name. “Remember what we said?” Chris, the band’s manager, called out. “Behind closed doors.”
“You said that,” Risk quipped. “I remember telling you to suck my dick.”
Angel, who was in the same row as us on the opposite side of the bus, began to chuckle at Risk’s response to their manager.
“Are we not allowed to kiss?”
I felt like we were kids again and couldn’t be too handsy around my mum.
“Ignore him.” Risk rubbed his nose against mine. “I do.”
The bus came to a gradual stop and I jumped when pounding began from both sides of the vehicle. “It’s okay.” Risk’s hold tightened. “Fans broke the barrier, security will get them under control. This happens a lot.”
We had to wait ten minutes but eventually we were ushered off the bus. Risk was separated from me as he was led quickly into the venue. Him and the guys were jogging and waving at everyone until they disappeared into the building. The volume of the screaming was insane. There was a man on my left and Tobias had a tight hold of my hand on my right. When I made it inside the kitchen, Risk was right there waiting for me and I was relieved to see him.
“That,” I said as the doors closed behind us, “was crazy.”
“Cherry,” he grinned. “You’ve seen nothing yet.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
FRANKIE
“This is a dressing room?” I exclaimed as I entered the room that looked like the living area of a fancy apartment. “This is nice, boy.”
There were racks and racks of clothes on each side of the room, a buffet table of food, a machine for cold refreshments, a huge plasma screen television, video games consoles, big comfy-looking sofas and even a make-up station. I was very impressed and that seemed to amuse the guys. Hayes dropped a surprise kiss on my head.
“So cute.”
His wife chuckled as she crossed the room, making sure to give the table of food a wide berth; this amused Hayes, who followed her. I jumped when arms snagged me around my waist. I smiled when Risk’s face nuzzled the side of my neck.
“Do my make-up.”
I was positive I had heard him wrong.
I turned my head. “I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me.” He grinned. “Do my make-up.”
I heard him alright, but I couldn’t believe what he said.
“Risk.” I blinked. “I can’t even do my own make-up.”
“I wear stage make-up,” he laughed. “I don’t use what you use, just eyeliner and a little bit of lipstick. It doesn’t have to be pretty.”
I wanted to tell him that his die-hard Sinners would be upset if he didn’t look appealing to them but I held my tongue. He wanted to do this for me and secretly, I wanted to as well. I bobbed my head, he smiled.
“Great, I’ll get changed and you can have an abundance of time to finish my look.”
There were a couple of hours before the band was due on stage. In an hour and fifteen minutes, the opening act would take the stage to warm the Sinners up for the guys, until then, the plan was to hang out in their dressing room. May and Angel were already getting comfortable on the sofa with PlayStation controllers in both of their hands. Hayes and Summer were eating, and me? I was looking around at the items in the room like I was in a museum while Risk changed.
“Miss Fulton?”
I turned and smiled at Tobias when he approached me.
“Please, call me Frankie.”
“Frankie,” he nodded. “I just want to remind you that during the show, you’re to remain at my side, or in my line of sight, at all times.”
I didn’t think Tobias was much older than me but I felt like a little kid when he spoke to me.
“I will, sir,” I said. “I promise.”
He nodded then backed over to Jacob where they discussed something in hushed tones. I moved over to Angel and May and sat between them on the large sofa. May was no longer playing with Angel, he was watching Angel play a very scary-looking game that made me jump a couple of times.