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He turns and his eyes bore into mine. “You’re something, you know that?”

“Thank you.” I wind my arms around his neck. “Wanna fool around?”

His eyes do that thing where they get all dark, stormy, and sexy. “Where did you have in mind?”

“Anywhere you can bend me over and make me come.”

All of Taryn’s talk about orgasms has me wanting one of my own. Now that we’re not using condoms, we have a lot more leeway. Especially since I’m wearing a short denim skirt.

He grabs my hand and practically yanks me out of the VIP room. We head toward the stage, where the first band is playing. There are three stages—the main stage, the VIP stage, and what they’re calling the secondary stage. The VIP stage is featuring all older, classic rock bands like Foreigner and Night Ranger. The main stage is where headliners like Nobody’s Fool and Crimson Edge are playing. And the secondary stage is for bands filling the time gap while the main and VIP stages are being taken down and set up between sets.

Currently, Night Ranger is on the stage, and though part of me wants to see their set, I’m far more interested in what Angus has in mind.

“You know we might get caught, right?” he yells against my ear, pulling me into a tiny alcove just behind the VIP stage. There’s crew and security and people with VIP passes roaming around, and though the alcove is somewhat hidden by a tall stack of amps, it’s still…right here in the thick of things.

And that turns me on even more.

“Is that supposed to scare me?” I yell back.

He covers my mouth with his, kissing me intently, our tongues swirling and dipping as he runs his hands over me possessively. God, I love how it feels to belong to him. To be touched by him. Be in his orbit.

I can’t even imagine what it would feel like to be loved by him. To hear him say he’s in love with me.

I moan just thinking about it, and he takes a quick look around before turning me away from him. He bends me over and lifts my skirt, running his hands over my bare ass. I’m wearing a thong so there’s a little barrier but not much.

“You’re soaked,” he muses, and I feel him unzipping his jeans. He presses the head of his cock at my entrance and thrusts hard and deep.

“Oh, fuck.” I cry out softly—not that anyone can hear me over the music.

Everything is intensified in this position, and I pant with need and excitement.

The music is loud, his body is hot and sweaty against mine, his cock filling me over and over. The slick warmth between my legs has me on the edge, so close to detonation I’m practically shaking.

“Angus, please!” I don’t know if he hears me, but one hand travels up and under my tank top to squeeze my breast. He kneads and plucks at my nipple, increasing the pressure until I whimper. I’m so damn close.

“You gonna come right here in front of everybody?” he taunts, picking up speed.

At this point, the Pope himself could be watching, and nothing would stop me from finishing what we’ve started.

“Angus!” I scream his name as my orgasm hits me hard, my ass surging back to meet his frantic thrusts. The last few pumps of his hips lift me right off the ground but I’m too blissed out to notice. His body shakes over mine as he fills me, and we ride out the aftershocks together.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he growls against my ear.

“I fucking love you,” I whisper, though I know he can’t hear me over the sound of “Sister Christian” blasting through the speakers.

It might be the only time I can say it—because tomorrow, I have to tell him the truth.

Chapter29

Angus

The set is wild. Between Rockin’with Ryleigh’s post and Kirsten sharing it on her socials, the audience is packed when we take the stage at six o’clock. Most of the seats were empty for the five o’clock show, but as we were setting up, I noticed people making their way to the area. Now that we’re on stage, the place is rockin’ and rollin’. People have signs, someone throws a bra on stage, and as we go into “Rough Around the Edges” they start body surfing.

This is always the vibe we’re looking for, and it’s even better because I spot Callum in the wings, a pissed-off look on his face.

Good.

Fucker.

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