I Want You to Want Me (Rock Star Romance #2) by Erika Kelly Read Free Book Online Page B

about things other than liquor?” He was right about her. Underneath all that eyeliner and those flirty clothes was a shark. And that scent? It was too elegant, too . . . unique.
    This woman was a reporter. And she was out to dig up some dirt on him.
    Had Irwin sent her?
    No, of course not. Irwin wouldn’t bother with petty shit like that. Reporters did it for their own gain.
    He moved closer to her, watching her reaction carefully. How far would she go to get her story? “What exactly are you looking for? We’ve only got fifteen minutes left.” Stopping inches from her, he peered down into her hazel eyes.
    “What’ve you got?” She slid her hands into his back pockets, clutched the fabric—but not his ass. Now, that was interesting. Did she have limits?
    He took her chin, forced her to look at him. “Look, sweetheart, let’s get right down to it. What do you want?”
    “I want to have fun with you.”
    “What kind of fun?”
    “I just want to party.”
    “You bring anything?” He watched carefully for a reaction.
    She shook her head. “I figured you guys would have something here.”
    “Oh, I’ve got something, all right.” Pulling her hand out of his pocket, he brought it around to his cock.
    She tensed, wrenching her wrist away.
    Why did he like that so much? He didn’t give a shit about a reporter out to fuck him over, but he liked that she had aline she wouldn’t cross. She had some sense of decency. “This is how we have fun, sweetheart. You know that, right?”
    With a mischievous look in her eyes, she licked her lips. “Oh, I know. I just thought we’d have another kind of fun first, you know?” And then she got on her toes, her breasts brushing his chest as she leaned into him, and whispered in his ear, “I get so wild when I’m high.”
    “Yeah?” One finger on her collarbone pushed her back on her heels. “We don’t have time to get you high.” Settling a hand on each shoulder, he pressed, urging her to her knees.
    And here it was. Just how far would she take this game?
    She stepped away. “Oh, come on, don’t be like that. It’s so much more fun when we’re high. Come on.”
    He reached for her, tugged her toward him. “Your time with the band is almost up, sweetheart.” He unzipped his jeans with one hand, while the other reached for her wrist. “You either get on your knees or you can get off the bus and go find your friends.”
    He was so sure he’d see fear in her eyes. So sure she’d freak out, that he wasn’t prepared for her head tilting back as she let out a laugh loud enough to hurt his ears in the small room.
    “That’s it? That’s all you got?” She shook her head, wiping her eyes. “Oh, my God, you’re supposed to be the sex god.”
    Derek froze.
    “I thought you’d make it really good for me. But pushing me on my knees? I can get that anywhere.”
    Every muscle in his body tightened. “Then get after it, sweetheart.” He pushed past her, a dangerous energy coursing through him.
    Striding to the front of the bus, he saw a girl writhing on Cooper’s lap, his jeans down at his knees. Pete had two topless girls making out with each other, one perched on each thigh. “Jesus Christ, guys, I told you no fucking on the bus. My
sister’s
here.”
    Ben looked up, his glazed eyes coming into focus as he pushed the girl between his knees away. “Dude, chill, no one’s fucking.” He looked completely wasted.
    Fuck, what had they become? It was just over a year ago they’d written up a contract of acceptable behavior. Andnow, not two weeks into their first headlining tour, they were already spiraling out of control.
    “Everyone off the bus. Now. Let’s go.” When no one moved, he smacked Cooper’s shoulder. “Coop. We’re hitting the road. Get the girls off the bus.”
    Ben and Cooper pulled their girls off reluctantly, but Pete was completely lost in the action on his lap as the groupies writhed against each other. Coop punched his arm. “Dude,