He pulls his lips from mine, a growl escaping his chest as he rocks me harder, faster. His hand travels slowly down between my breasts and over my stomach.

He stops briefly, and I wonder for a moment if he is as close to the edge as I am.

“Finn?” I cry out.

“Here, Sonya. Right here.” He thrusts harder as his hand moves farther down and farther still until his thumb caresses my pussy. It circles my clit, then rubs it hard.

“I’m gonna come, Finn.”

“Eyes, I want them here.” He rubs my clit harder. “Look at us. You and me, fucking perfect.”

I watch him enter me. I watch his eyes as he watches the same thing. He licks his lips, bares his teeth, hisses as his thrusts hasten. In, out, and then his hips swivel a bit, and he hits a spot inside of me that pushes me so hard over the edge I swear I will never return.

“Fuck yes,” he hisses. “Fuck yeah. Give me more dammit. Come harder. Aw, fuck, that’s it.”

“Finn,” I pant. “I can’t. I can’t.”

“With. You.” He grunts. “Come. Come with me.” His head falls back, and my name rushes out of his mouth. It has never sounded more beautiful. Never.

I feel his massive, rock hard cock twitch inside of me as he comes hard. Each thrust, I know he’s giving me more. Each thrust, I want more. I am spent, done. I will never be the same again. Never.

He looks so beautiful as he slumps forward, and the sweat from his brows touches my breast as he presses his forehead against it and fights to catch his breath. I use all the strength I can muster to lift my hand and run it through his damp hair and press him to me tightly.

Something inside of me was released today, something that should have stayed caged.

I look up at her from the most comfortable place my head has ever rested—her breasts. She is staring at the ceiling and still rubbing my head lazily.

I should pull out. Throw out the rubber that I am sure is overflowing. I have never come so fucking hard in my life. But I don’t want to move.

My phone goes off, and she startles.

I sigh, grab the base of my cock, and stand, while pulling out of her. She moans when I do, and that sound teases the hell out of me.

I look her up and down as I stand. “Fuck the phone,” I say and lie next to her on my side. “That was …” I stop when she smiles. “What?”

She sighs. “You should probably get the phone.”

“Why?” I ask as I take a strand of her hair and rub it between my fingers. “It could be them.” I cringe jokingly, and then her phone goes off.

She starts to sits up, but I pull her back.

“Amazing. It felt damn good, and I am not—”

“Finn, I have to get it.” She sighs. “But I agree.”

“Good damn thing,” I say as I reach over and grab my phone.

“This is Sonya,” she answers after grabbing her own phone. “Hello?” She looks at me. “It was Talia’s number.”

“Yeah, I have a missed call from Memphis. We could ignore them,” I suggest.

“I don’t think—” She stops when there is a loud banging on the door. “Oh, no.” She jumps up. “Oh, what was I thinking?” she scrambles to get her clothes.

I stand and pull her against me. “You think they aren’t going to be able to tell? I’m not sure—”

“They can’t,” she gasps and tries to pull away. “Finn, you promised.”

I kiss her hard on the forehead. “Go jump in the shower. I’ll figure it out.”

“But—”

“Trust me.” I kiss her head again, then release her. “Go.”

More banging on the door, this time louder.

As soon as she shuts the bathroom door, I grab my clothes in one hand, hers in the other. I open the door to the bathroom, ditch the condom, and flush it, dropping her clothes on the vanity.

“Might need these,” I tell her, and she nods, wrapping a towel around her.

I close the door behind me. Next, I throw the comforter over the bed, grab my phone, and dart across the suite. Inside the other room, I mess up the bed, toss some pillows so it looks like I slept in it, and then I pull on my pants.

I open the door to the four of them standing there.

“Can I help you?” I ask, stepping back.

“You could answer the door, your phone, maybe—” Memphis barks.

“Where’s Sonya? She didn’t answer, either.” Tally interrupts.

“How the hell should I know where she is?” I ask, walking to the kitchenette to grab a bottle of water.

“What the hell does she have in these things?” River grumbles as he pulls two hot pink suitcases in behind him. He looks at me with concern. “You good?”

I nod. “Just tired.”

“You should be.” Billy looks at me, then River. “That was bullshit on both your parts.”

“You need a flashing red light when you start this shit.” River rolls his eyes and pushes his hands into his pockets.

“What?” Billy asks.

“Pot patrol, morality police, that shit.” River scowls at him, and I bite back a laugh.

“This isn’t a joke,” Billy snaps.

“It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt,” Tally whispers.

“You learn that in church?” I ask.

“Enough,” Memphis sneers at me, then looks at River and Billy. “First, don’t talk to her like that.”

“Memphis, it’s fine.” She smiles at him.

He shakes his head, disagreeing with her. “Second”—he pries his eyes off her—“we are a team, a group, a band, so there needs to be no bullshit. Love, support, music,” he says, and I can tell he’s frazzled.

“Look”—I step in—“I was in a bad place. I asked for the damn pills, so leave this one out of it.” I point to River. “Tally, I apologize for the remark I made. Memphis and Billy, pull the sticks out of your asses. We are all in this one hundred percent, or we wouldn’t be here now.”

“But you weren’t here,” Memphis says. “You were in la-la land while we were meeting the fucking DJ who set up tomorrow’s auditions, the man spinning our tunes on the radio, the one who publically compares you to John Paul Jones.”

“Understood.” I nod.

“And what?”

“Under-fucking-stood, Memphis. No what,” I say with a little more ’tude than usual.

Our eyes lock, neither of us backing down.

“Sonya? Any idea where she is?” Tally asks.

“When I hit the bed, she was here. Maybe check the other room,” I suggest, finally looking away from Memphis and pointing to the room I wish I was still in, naked with Sonya.

River chuckles, shakes his head, and walks to the mini fridge.

“We need to eat,” I say, rubbing my hand over my beard.

“You haven’t yet?” River asks, looking at me then slowly away.

I know that look. He’s in my head.

“No, I was asleep.”

“She’s just getting out of the shower. I asked her to go down and have dinner with us,” Tally says as she pulls one of the two suitcases in the room. “She said she’ll be quick.”

River walks over and grabs the other suitcase. “I’ll take this one in.”

“She’s in a towel.” Tally laughs.

“Perfect.” River chuckles, then looks out of the corner of his eye at me.

I am two seconds from take down. I don’t want him in there. Nevertheless, I made a promise to a girl to keep my mouth shut. Now, how the fuck am I gonna keep my shit in check?

“I’ll get it. Just leave it there.” Tally points next to her then opens the bedroom door, walks in, and closes it behind her.

Thank God, I think as I turn my back to them.

“I’ll shower.” I grab my bag and walk into the other room, shutting the door behind me.

After showering and changing, I walk out as Sonya is walking out of her room. I smile; she blushes. It makes me want to smile more, but I’m playing chill right now.

“Thank God, I’m starving,” River says, standing up. He looks at his phone. “It’s six o’clock, for fuck’s sake. Let’s roll.”

They all walk to the door. Tally looks back at Sonya, then at Memphis. She whispers something in his ear and then lags back. “Come hang with me?” she says to Sonya.