Ignore him. He’s just pissing on his turf.

The guy saw her as a threat. She was sure of it now. She’d have to keep her eye on him.

“They’ve got more churches than bars in this city, so I want you guys to do a little riding. Got a few private invitations, but what we really need is connection with the masses. I’ve got the guys bringing your bikes around. Kerry and her team are going to fix you guys up with light makeup.”

Cid was good at what he did. Kate had to give him some credit. There were at least ten team members in the room, all of them organized and working together to keep Syon and his band looking top-notch. The makeup crew wore blue polo shirts. They didn’t hesitate to move right in and start using their sponges and brushes. Cid was going down his performance notes with the help of his tablets while the heavier stage makeup was removed and lighter coats applied.

“Costume production is going well, so don’t be afraid to play hard out there.”

Ramsey cut Kate a glance, one eyebrow raised.

“Is there a problem with my note?”

Ramsey snapped his head around to look at Cid. “I like looking at her more than you, Cid.”

The other members of the band laughed, a couple of the crew joining in. Cid’s cronies didn’t though. They cast her long, calculating looks.

The power shifts were like everything else Toxsin did—extreme.

Syon hopped out of his chair and captured her in a hug. “Me too,” he said as he nuzzled her neck.

“If you’re going to fuck, take her to the dressing rooms,” Cid tossed over his shoulder.

“What the hell?” Kate demanded.

Syon stiffened. “Kill your attitude, Cid. Kate’s not a groupie.”

“Yeah,” Taz chimed in, surprising her. “She’s taking me out for sushi tonight. I don’t hang out with groupies.”

“You should,” Cid shot back at Taz. “Your image needs a shot of heat. About ten of them. Time for you to get over that high school sweetheart thing. ”

“I told you before: don’t even make a reference to Joi.” Taz was suddenly dead serious.

Cid opened his arms. “Come on. It’s been what? Three years? At least Kate isn’t a prude.”

“Warned you.”

Taz grinned evilly at the road manager, looking a whole lot like a martial arts fighter who was getting ready to whup some ass.

And love every second of doing it.

Cid actually stepped back. “Okay. Got it. I’ve forgotten her name.”

Taz looked disappointed for a moment.

Syon chuckled. “Yeah. Sushi.” He kissed Kate again, trying to smooth out the hard set of her lips. “We owe Taz sushi. He takes sushi very seriously.”

They did owe him, and the reason made her blush. But it restored her good humor too. Ramsey was suddenly there, falling into step.

“Wait up,” Drake called as his makeup person refused to let him out of the chair.

They walked between rows of security men who had their arms out wide to hold back the fans. Barricades had been set up, but they were being pushed out of alignment by the surging crowd. Syon draped his arm across her back as the cameras snapped around them like fireflies.

Toxsin crew members pulled up on the Harleys, gaining a roar of approval from the fans. They slid off the bikes, and Syon and his buddies took their places.

“Take a ride with me,” Syon cooed to her. She shivered, enjoying the tremor.

She climbed on behind him and pressed up close. “I do enjoy rides…with you…”

Syon pulled away, in command of the bike. The engine roared with a vibration in the seat that teased her clit. The wind was crisp on her face, but it was the hard body she was holding on to that captivated her the most.

Cars slowed down as they passed, windows sliding open to reveal fans. Long-haired guys with tattoos and piercings screamed out. Girls in the bare minimum of clothing sent saucy looks, and more than a few flashed them.

They made several passes through the area around the arena before Taz took off, and the rest followed him. They made their way down to where the streets narrowed and more signs were written in Korean. It had to be close to midnight, but the sidewalks were still full. Groups of teens looked up, some of them gasping with surprise and raising their fists into the air. Taz called back to them in Korean.

For once, he was the wild one, tipping his head back and howling. He pulled up in front of a huge restaurant, built to look like a vintage Asian house. Two Korean girls in native dress smiled at them from the door before they bowed in perfect unison and greeted them.

Taz stopped and bowed. Syon pulled Kate behind him, and they stopped to bow to the girls as well. It seemed to be their duty to greet every person entering the establishment. Inside, there was a huge counter with bar seating and sushi chefs working behind it. Taz called out to them, and they raised their hands in acknowledgment.

Waiters were carrying huge trays of food around, some of it steaming hot. There was a cloud of moisture hanging out near the ceiling. There was the clink of dishes and conversation in an Asian language. Two more women in native dress hurried over and bowed to Taz.

“We’re going upstairs, guys,” Taz said. “Got a private dining room.”

He reached out and shook the manager’s hand. Kate watched a folded bill transfer between their hands before the girls led them up a staircase. The manager secured a thick red rope across the opening once they’d passed.

Upstairs, the noise level was considerably less. The soft sounds of Korean music floated around as they were taken down a hallway with walls that looked like they were made of bamboo and rice paper. One of the girls slid a door open and welcomed them in.

“Nice, Taz,” Drake said as he walked in and landed on a pillow that was meant to be sat on.

“Take your shoes off.” Taz was slipping off his boots at the door, still on the other side of it. One of their escorts was looking at Drake like he was a parasite.

“Oh…sorry. My bad.” He rolled over and got to his feet before making his way back to the door. An older woman had appeared from somewhere and was actually dry mopping the floor behind him. Taz reached out and smacked him on the ear.

“Where were you raised, in a barn?” Taz asked.

“Hey,” Drake complained, but the girls laughed happily with their chins down and their lips pressed tightly closed.

Once she was in the room, Kate realized there was an open place beneath the table for their legs if they didn’t want to sit crossed-legged on the pillows.

“So, where’s the geisha?” Ramsey asked as he pulled up the edge of the tablecloth and looked beneath. “The one who gives us blow jobs while we eat, and we all try to figure out whose cock she’s got in her mouth.”

“Geisha are Japanese,” Taz said as he settled in. “And I came here to eat.”

The food started coming and didn’t stop.

Neither did the sake.

“Come on, Kate…try the octopi,” Taz insisted.

“Yeah, Kate, you don’t want to miss the octopi,” Ramsey said.

“She won’t,” Syon confirmed. “I make sure she gets plenty of tentacle.”

She stuck out her tongue at him.

Syon growled suggestively and stuck his foot out under the table. Kate ended up putting the octopus in her mouth to cover her shock as he pushed his way past her knees and right up to her pubic mound.

Taz had moved on to challenging Ramsey to a drinking bout. Drake happily made sure their sake cups were filled with the same amount.

Kate had to swallow the food quickly as Syon used his toes against her clit. His sock and her panties were the only things between them as he rubbed his big toe back and forth across her clit, stirring up the hunger the concert had left her with.

Taz and Ramsey slammed their cups down and started arguing over who had won.

“We need to go buy the chefs a drink,” Taz suddenly announced. “Let’s go downstairs.”