“Not over me, you fucking idiot! Over Brigid! You grabbed him and slammed him into a wall over the fact that he was with her! He told her I was his friend because she fucking insulted me!”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I burst into tears.

“What?” Phil asked softly.

“Really, Phil? Are you fucking telling me you didn’t hear that woman call me a beast and a desperate yeti woman?”

He came up and wrapped his arms around me. “I didn’t. I wasn’t hearin’ or seein’ anythin’ besides you touchin’ him. When he put your hand on his chest…I was tryin’ not to go berserk on him.”

Wilting, I continued to sob. He tightened his hold on me, kissing the top of my head.

“I love you, Kenna. You know that. Brigid can’t compare to you.”

Brigid is fucking drop-dead gorgeous compared to me! Brigid makes me look and feel like a desperate yeti-woman beast who has no business being with a man as beautiful as you!

Sleek, rounded in all the right areas, poured into that black mini dress, Brigid had looked as though she were born to grace the arms of rock gods.

Pushing me back, Phil took my face, molding his hands over my jaw and cheeks, as he stared down into my eyes. He looked sad, as if he could hear the thoughts churning through my traitor brain.

“Kenna…you’re the only woman I see. Don’t you know that?” His lips were warm and gentle as he pressed them to mine. “I’m sorry I was too jealous to hear what she said. I should’ve defended you, not Devon.”

“I know.”

“I was stupid.”

“I know.”

“And you were only acting like the doctor that you are.”

“I know!”

He smiled, and the cracks in my heart healed a little. But there was a lingering sense of something being wholly wrong. Resentment filled me. This touring business was exhausting enough without having Devon and Brigid and the rest of the Cornered Cannibals crawling all over the place.

“Go get showered and ready to go. We got reservations in half an hour,” he told me, releasing me.

Date night didn’t seem as special anymore—not when I didn’t own a black mini dress that made me look like a walking, talking piece of sex, and his ex-girlfriend did.

“Well, I guess you two hashed shit out then,” murmured Lili, her eyes darting toward the ladder that led to the second-level living room area.

Back on the road, the guys were topside, discussing their next venue. Sounds of laughter and acoustic guitars floated down to us.

Alys palmed her coffee mug. “That was fucked up. I didn’t know Devon was seeing the Brigid.”

I snorted. “I don’t think Devon knew he was seeing the Brigid.”

In fact, I was pretty sure that Devon had never known about Phil and the Brigid. His look of surprise when they had recognized each other hadn’t been faked.

Sheri stepped out of the bathroom and smiled at us as she headed for the ladder. “You coming up?”

The three of us shook our heads.

“Meh, stinky dudes and whatnot,” stated Lili. “Just need some chick time. You wanna join us?”

“I have to go over some stuff with Tim and the guys, but then I’d love to.”

“See you in a bit then,” Alys said cheerfully.

Smiling back at us, Sheri retreated up the stairs.

“I was so ready to kick both their asses!” hissed Lili. “That bitch was totally eye-fucking your man. Then, she called you that horrible shit, and he just fucking let her!”

I explained to them what Phil had told me, of the sweet things he had said to me after, and that he was not happy about Brigid and her mean little mouth. He’d assured me that the next time he saw her, he’d let her know that, too. I’d be over the moon if he never saw her again, truth be told. Seeing as we had nearly eight weeks left of the tour, that probably wouldn’t be possible.

The next venue was taking us to Richmond, Virginia, then on to Raleigh, North Carolina, and then Columbia, South Carolina. With those three back-to-back shows—bam, bam, bam!—it was a good thing Phil and I’d had the last thirty-six hours to enjoy ourselves because we certainly wouldn’t be able to with all the shows happening before we reached Miami in another week and a half. Then, we’d get three days off before hopping on a plane back to New Orleans for a show there. The tour bus would be heading to Louisiana while the band was on the three-day break.

Over the next three days, we worked ourselves to the bone. At the venues, we went out of our way to avoid anyone to do with Cornered Cannibal. I didn’t see Devon, and although I might have spotted Brigid here and there, I couldn’t be too sure.

After the show in South Carolina, the tour bus took us to a hotel Sheri had checked us into earlier in the day, so all we had to do was grab our keys and head up to our rooms. It wasn’t fancy by any means. It was just a private break until we headed out the next afternoon. We were scheduled to be in Savannah, Georgia, tomorrow night and would camp at the venue.

Dropping my bag on the floor, I let out an exhausted grunt. Phil’s arms snaked around my waist, his fuzzy face brushing against my neck, his swelling groin pressing into my bottom.

“I’ve missed you,” he told me, his voice warm and comforting.

His hands slid up under my shirt to cop a feel. Desire, hot and thick, burned away any traces of exhaustion. My nipples grew hard, throbbing, as he plucked and rolled them between his fingers. I groaned and pressed back into him. He growled in response.

“I miss hearing those sexy noises you make, Baby Girl. It ain’t half as fun when you’re tryin’ to hold them in.”

True. Being on the bus had made me more self-conscious.

Phil’s lips and tongue kissed and licked my neck while his hands kneaded my tits until my knees went wobbly.

“Oh gods…” I moaned, letting my head drop back, giving him easier access.

“I need to be inside you. I’m fuckin’ dyin’ here.” He slipped a hand beneath the waistband of my jeans, cupping my heated core, pulling me back to grind harder into me. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Give me your mouth.”

I turned my head and craned my neck, my mouth instantly engaging in a fierce, wet tongue-sucking that did nothing to help my knee-knocking situation, nor did the fact that his fingers had slipped between the lips of my cunt and found my clit, rubbing torturous slow circles over it.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hands and lifted me into his arms to carry me into the bathroom.

“Naked,” he grunted. “Now.”

He was ripping his own clothes off, and when I wasn’t going fast enough to suit him, he helped yank off the rest of mine. I attempted to trip over to the shower, but he lifted me and placed me on the bathroom counter, dropping to his knees and spreading my thighs.

“I’ve been fuckin’ droolin’ all day, wantin’ to taste your pussy,” he said, pulling my ass closer to the edge. His lips locked around my clit and sucked gently.

“Fuck…” I moaned, my hands pulling down his hair and burying into it.

“Mmm…” he agreed, pushing my knees up over his shoulders.

Sinking back, my head and shoulders bumped the wall, and I closed my eyes.

Phil’s mouth was so amazing. He could sing and roar like a legend among gods, he could kiss with it until I was subdued and submissive, and when he wielded it between my legs, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for him. He flicked and stroked and lapped as he ate at me. The tip of his tongue traced my opening before plunging in, teeth caressing gently over my clit.

“Oh myyy Go-o-od!” I moaned, pulling his face in deeper.

He growled, sending vibrations shooting up from my cunt to my nipples. As he tongued my clit, my thighs started to shake, and I found it hard to catch my breath. It was so good, way too good, and I was strung up inside, ready to burst.