Page 86 of Rock Out Together
With one armabove his head casually leaning against the frame, Dillon stood in the doorway to the bedroom ignoring the fact that he was stark naked and his morning wood stood at attention. He may have been intoxicated last night, but every moment with Lizzy was etched into his memory—the way her hair smelled of honey and eucalyptus, the way she arched her back when he thrust into her, the wild gasps that left her lungs, and the perfect shape of her lean waist and full breasts.
His eyes swept over her from head to toe as he recalled her gorgeous naked body. Standing there in an oversized hoodie, ripped jeans, tousled red hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, and no makeup, she looked hot as fuck. This was the real Lizzy—not the girl who wore tight outfits and heavy makeup in order to stand out on a stage full of hardcore rockers.
“Where are you going?” he repeated.
She glared at him from across the room for a moment before she threw her handbag down and marched toward him. She got within a few inches of his personal space and stood tall with her shoulders back and pointed her index finger at his face. “Don’t you dare say one word about last night to Sid or Zach.”
She was a spitfire, and he loved that about her. He leaned back slightly and held his hands up in front of him to thwart off her tirade. “Calm down,” he said, displaying an amused smile. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
Her hand fell to her side, and her shoulders relaxed a little. “I’m serious. They ride my ass enough. I don’t need to give them more ammunition.”
“I would never do that, Lizzy. You know they’d give me a hard time too. Not that I care what they think.”
“I don’t give a shit what they think, either. I’m just tired of defending myself and always having to work twice as hard for half the recognition.”
It was true. They never gave her the respect she deserved as a musician, himself included. But he never tried to discredit or downplay her talent as a bassist the way Zach and Sid continually did. Lizzy kicked ass.
Her gaze dropped to his lower half and rested there. “Can you please put some clothes on?”
“Are you sure you want me to do that?” He grinned because she still hadn’t raised her eyes.
“Yes.” She spun around so her back faced him. “Get dressed, and then get out.”
He slipped on his jeans, but purposely left the top button open and didn’t bother with a shirt. “Why don’t we order room service and have some breakfast? I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.” He walked past her, running his hand across his abs, and followed the scent of the freshly brewed coffee.
She followed him into the kitchen area, scowling. “I don’t want to have breakfast with you. I want you out of my room before anyone sees you.”
He poured a cup of coffee and offered it to her. “If you wanted me to leave, why did you make a full pot of coffee?”
She snatched the cup from his hand. “Because I like coffee, in case you hadn’t noticed.” She gestured toward the cup he was pouring for himself with her chin. “Take that to go and make sure no one?—”
“Three.”
“What?”
“Three. You have three cups of coffee with breakfast. Oat milk and very little sugar. If you had a rough night,” he nodded toward the cup in her hand, “you take it black. Before the show, you usually have another cup, but never at the end of the night. That’s when you go for Jack.” He couldn’t tell her that he’d watched her stir her coffee across the table from him for the last dozen years, or that he loved the way her lips puckered when she blew on it because it was too hot.
She eyed him with suspicion. “Since when do you pay attention to what I drink? And why are you beingnice to me?”
He gave her his best smile. “Come on, Lizzy. Let your guard down. I’m not the enemy.”
She raised her brows. “Aren’t you?”
“No. I got corralled into the war of the sexes simply because I’m a guy.”
She huffed and placed her fist on her hip. A deep crease permeated the space between her brows, which had been making an appearance more and more over the last year. “Really, Dillon? Is that how you see it?”
“We may bicker and disagree a lot. And maybe I should have come to your defense more often?—”
“More often? How about once or twice? It was always me against Sid, or me against Zach, or me against the both of them.”
“See? Never really me against you. We fought over stupid shit.”
She shook her head. “I don’t have time for this. Can you please just go?”
“Come on.” He flashed his killer smile again. “You know there’s been chemistry between us for years. The tour’s almost over. We don’t have anything to lose. We don’t have to worry about messing up the band or what Sid or Zach are going to say. Trust me for once. I’m not like them.” She had never given him a chance, and he knew it was because of the other guys in the band. They couldn’t handle a strong, defiant woman with an independent mind like Lizzy, and she thought he shared their viewpoint because he didn’t go to bat for her. In reality, he didn’t want to get involved andenjoyed watching her defend herself because her defiant attitude turned him on.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She put her coffee cup on the counter and folded her arms across her chest. “You know as well as I do that we were both drunk last night, and the alcohol was responsible for what happened.” She leaned forward at the waist and looked him directly in the eyes. “It’s never going to happen again. Got it? You’re not crawling back into my bed. Ever.”
