He was being savage, and there was something about it that pleased her. Something brutally honest about the moment.

“Then you’d better give it all to me,” she hissed. “No bullshit excuses about me not being able to take it.”

He rammed himself deep, both of their hearts hammering.

“I can take anything you can dish out. Maybe you get away with that crap with the rest of the world, but there is nothing about you I can’t understand. Don’t be too chicken to share yourself.”

He snorted at her. A second later, her feet were on the floor. He turned her around, and she ended up with her hands braced on the seat as he thrust back into her from behind. He could get more force behind his thrusts now, each one feeling like it was driving the breath from her.

He was holding her hips, keeping her prisoner and not even allowing her to move back into his thrusts. She grasped the edge of the seat and used her hands to push herself back, drawing a snarl from him when she succeeded.

Their skin was wet, making slapping noises when they connected. She fought to push back, delighting in every grunt she wrung from him. “I’m not going to let you hold back.”

He wrapped his arm around her body, still pumping her from behind, but now reaching down and fingering her clit.

“Same goes for you, Kate.”

Everything shifted. What had been a struggle between them, morphed into a fight to hold back climax. She reached back and grabbed his thighs, trying to work him faster, but he rubbed her clit, pushing her closer to the edge of mindless pleasure. When it came, she screamed, the sound bouncing crazily around the title walls. She dug her nails into her thighs and heard a strangled sound. He ground himself into her, roaring as his cock burst inside her. His come was hot, stinging as it hit her insides. She tightened, like a second orgasm, an aftershock that rolled through her with only slightly less force.

“I love that thing your pussy does when I get you off.”

He was slowly pumping her, his cock feeling like it hadn’t lost any of its stiffness.

“Are you a female ejaculator?”

“Hmm?” She was suddenly tongue-tied. Which was stupid, considering she’d woken up in bed with not one but two rock stars. But the topic shocked her to her core.

So much for being a sophisticated, modern woman. Syon had busted her back to fourteen with one frank question.

“Female ejaculator,” he repeated without a hitch.

He withdrew and sat down. Reaching out, he pulled her onto his lap and settled her on his length. “It’s rare, but your G-spot is sensitive, so maybe—”

“I don’t know.”

She was embarrassed, feeling awkward. He held her down when she would have lifted off him.

“You make me want to impress you, Kate.” He was still shaking, his release shocking his system. “But I can’t do that by being a good guy.”

She smiled, shaking her head. “You gotta be you. It’s what makes you irresistible.”

He lifted her chin, locking gazes with her. “Did I break something between us? Today or last night?”

Her eyes widened. “I was wondering the same thing…when I woke up with Ramsey…there…”

“With me there.” He smoothed his hands down her back. “Us…” He shook his head. “Anyone else, and I’d…” His face tightened. “I want you to come to the next show. You need to see. You’ll understand if you see.”

“I’ll be there,” she promised.

She kissed him. Softly, slowly. He framed her face, cradling it as she started to ride him. This time, there was a gentle build up, but one that culminated in an explosion that left them clinging to each other.

* * *

“Thank you, Denver!” Syon raised the microphone over his head as the Pepsi Center filled with screaming fans. It was sold out, every seat filled, and the pit was a crush of bodies all straining to get closer to the performers. The surge of bodies was like watching a tribe, all of them melding into a single entity, united by one driving force.

The music.

It was the force that promised them liberation. In the moment, they could immerse themselves in it. Everyone in the arena was there with a sole purpose in mind.

To jump into the current and ride it over the falls.

Drake started up on the drums, setting a beat that made Kate squirm in her seat. Dead center at the end of the catwalk, she had a seat that normally went for over ten thousand dollars. She could touch the edge of the catwalk and possibly Syon when he made one of his runs down it.

You’ve touched him…

She grinned.

Yeah, and licked, as well as a few other things.

Pressing in around her were women willing to pay for that privilege. They were decked out in Prada and other designer labels, most of them looking like they’d invested in their personal enhancements as well. No one was sitting down. Drake was tearing up the mood with a drum solo that made it impossible to sit. Taz was laying down a bass rhythm that tickled her insides. It was a deep, dark feeling of impending madness.

That insanity was delivered when Ramsey and Syon joined in on either side of the stage, their fingers coaxing sounds out of their guitars that shot through the building and left Kate panting. It was more than their fingers. It was a whole-body experience.

Back in Los Angeles, she’d wondered if she’d just been overwhelmed, if the intensity would fade, but it hadn’t. If anything, she was caught up even more this time, the music hitting her deeper, more intimately as Syon took to the mic to add lyrics.

His voice was rough velvet—smooth when it needed to be, but cutting as he sang out.

His soul was on display.

No one else knew it, but she did. What he was pulling on that stage was his inner demon. The one the rest of the world was too chicken to let be seen.

It was an awesome sight.

Kate realized why the crowd was roaring, why she was on her feet shaking her fist in the air. It was because he was a leader, setting them all free, saying exactly what was on his mind, singing it out without remorse for who was offended.

Everyone wanted sex, but Syon was bold enough to say it out loud. Ramsey backed him up, completing the moment as the lights flashed around them and the song came to an end.

Syon was halfway down the catwalk when he finished, bowing back, pushing the last notes out of him. He forced it into the world, and everyone experienced the intensity of life, that thing everyone thought about, wanted to be, but were too practical to act upon.

Too scared to release.

He opened his eyes, drawing a gasp from her because she recognized the hunger in them. It turned her on, tightening her nipples. He locked gazes with her, caressing the strings of his guitar as he played the first, fleeting notes of “Insatiable Craving.”

He was singing to her, applying the words to her as he prowled toward her. People stretched up, straining to touch him. They ended up stroking his ankles as he passed them, but he was completely intent on her.

The intensity was mind-blowing. She strained toward him, reaching for just a fleeting moment of contact. The people around her were crowding her, pushing their way closer to their idol. She didn’t care. She threw her head back and laughed.

* * *

“Now that was fucking brilliant!”

Cid was in top form. Two of his personal assistants were at his elbows, each of them looking like they’d spent the day doing nothing but getting ready. From head to toe, they were buffed, primped, and dressed to kill. She’d never seen makeup so perfect or detailed.

The performers’ room was hot because of all the bodies in it. The roaring crowd could still be heard behind them.

“Denver PD just called for backup to deal with the party in the parking lot,” Cid crowed. “Perfect!”

“Kate is good for the show,” Taz spoke up.

Cid stiffened, cutting her a quick look. No one else really caught it, but she did.