Rockin' the Heart (Hot Wired) by Gracen Miller Read Free Book Online Page B

time, proving she was a woman with needs had seemed like a good idea. Now she could admit her folly.
    She should be thankful those reporters had stopped them. Heath would’ve bemoaned his actions in the morning. Awkwardness she could deal with, but his regret would be too much to take.
    Thank goodness for Tab’s expertise because Sam had no idea how to fix this dilemma.
    She shut off the lukewarm tap and toweled off .
    Sadness clogged her throat and settled like a hundred-pound weight in the pit of her belly. She was spiraling out of control with no clear path for her life and no notion of how to regulate her delinquency. She wanted a man she couldn’t have and freedom from a fame she hadn’t sought.
    A sharp rap struck her door , and she called out in a raspy voice, “Hang on.”
    After wrapping her hair in the towel, she pulled on a pair of loose jeans and a T-shirt. She cleared her throat and took several deep breaths to calm her nerves before opening the door. On the other side Keys leaned against the doorframe.
    The blond male was heir to a New York mega fortune, but unless one knew his history, they’d never guess he’d gone to private schools and Julliard , or that his family was prestigious. Charming and good looking, he’d schmoozed gigs out of reluctant venues before Hot Wired had made it big.
    He flashed her his megawatt smile , the one she’d seen him use when negotiating the removal of panties. “Caught kissing Fang, huh?”
    “ Please don’t, Keys, this isn’t a teasing matter. I hurt Heath and—”
    “ Nah…I don’t think so.”
    “ —Jase is really upset with me.”
    “ He’s always a prick.”
    Against her better judgment , a grin twitched her lips. She backhanded him on the chest. “Be serious!”
    “ Who said I’m not?” He stood straight, towering over her at six-five. Tall and built like a brick shit-house, he was without doubt the best-looking member in the band. “When it comes to protecting you, Jase is a prick.”
    “ You’re an ass.”
    “ One of my finer traits.” He notched his head to the side. “I’m a better smoocher than Fang. Just so you know, I don’t mind sacrificing myself for future shameless displays of public affection.”
    “ Stop already!” Sam shook her head and ventured back into her room.
    “ That’s a sexy look.” He motioned to the towel twisted on top of her head. “It works for you. But I prefer the slut-get-up you rocked earlier.”
    Rolling her eyes, she bent at the waist and released her hair. The long wet strands clung to her arms. “You harassing me for a reason?”
    “ Tab’s on her way over.”
    As she picked up her wide-tooth comb, she glanced at the clock. Two in the morning. They all lived rock er hours, so they were accustomed to middle of the morning situations. Tab lived banker hours. If she felt the need to arrive now rather than at a more ‘civilized hour’—as the woman said on occasion—then this fiasco was worse than she imagined.
    Working the comb through her hair, she looked at Keys as he sat on the foot of her bed. “I really screwed up this time, huh?”
    “ Boo, the only screw up I can see in all this, is that you were kissing Fang.”
    She hoped he didn ’t note her wince. “We didn’t actually kiss, ya know?”
    “ You misunderstand.” Keys grimaced. “We need to work on your taste in men.”
    R arely solemn, he provided much needed amusement in tense moments. She’d only seen him fired-up once and that was when someone had picked on her six months after she joined their entourage. “You’re not going to be serious are you?”
    Deadpan he said, “Not until you admit I’m a better kisser.”
    Sam threw her comb at his head. Keys ducked it with a chuckle.

 
    Heath justified his departure from the group with a lame explanation about changing out of his leather pants and into something comfortable. Leather was comfy. He wore them often enough to have become accustomed to their tight fit. Before they