He crosses to me, eyes darkening. “Fuck that. You’re my girl.” He drops his lips to my neck. “And you need to take off that skirt.”
Electricity jolts through me at the heat in his voice. “Sophie will be back any second. Besides, I thought we had to go to the game?”
“We do. And to get there, I need you to change.”
* * *
When we arriveand Tyler cuts the engine outside the VIP entrance, I laugh, exhilarated.
“I was eyeing this on the way in earlier,” I say, pulling off my helmet.
He does the same, hooking his helmet to the back of the bike and taking mine. “I’ve been wanting a chance to take you out on it too. It’s unbelievable.”
I feather my hands through his hair from behind. “One complaint. How come my hair’s plastered to my head and you just look sexier?”
“It’s my curse.”
Before I can swing my leg off the bike, he reaches back and grabs me. Tyler shifts me around so I’m in front of him, straddling him. I’m breathless. My legs wrap around his waist as a bead of sweat runs down my back under the leather jacket.
I grin as his lips descend to claim mine.
We’re in the middle of a secured back parking lot, the loading docks surrounded by eighteen-wheel trucks and buses, the smell of fumes and asphalt in the air. None of it matters when Tyler’s hands dig into my ass. He rocks my hips against his, matching the slow pace of his lips and tongue, content to do slow and maximum damage to my defenses.
“Mr. Adams!”
We turn to see a staff member in black waving from a nearby door.
The second Tyler pulls back, I want to close the distance between us again. His expression says he wants that too.
I shift off the bike, and he takes my hand as we head toward the door. “I’m so ready to get to this island,” he says. “Let’s skip the wedding and get right to the honeymoon. Leave a note and some food for our friends. They can split the cake however they want.”
I pull up, forcing him to turn back, his head cocked in mock expectancy.
“Hell. No.”
He musses my hair and has me ducking away, laughing under the watchful eye of the staff person who greets us at the door. We head inside, escorted through the back hallways of the Staples Center, and I broach a topic that’s been plaguing me all day.
“I was thinking how good it’ll be to have our friends in one place. Most of them, anyway. It’s too bad Harrison King couldn’t make it. Is there a reason you didn’t invite him to the wedding?” I ask under my breath as we head through the building.
“I didn’t think he’d be able to come. He’s been in a dark place. But it would’ve been good to see him.” Tyler’s face goes serious. “He saved my life.”
Surprise grips me. “Please tell me you’re being poetic. You never told me you were in danger on tour.”
Tyler brushes a thumb over my lips. “I’ll tell you about it someday.”
I exhale a shivering breath. “So, you’re what, blood brothers?”
“Pretty much.”
I think he’s joking, but still… I didn’t realize it went so deep.
Security takes Tyler to get ready and shows me a different way to the booth. Through the open doorway, I hear Beck’s laughter and see Sophie’s head bobbing as she dances in the middle of the floor.
I thank my escort and linger in the hall, pulling out my phone. “I apologize for calling so late, but it’s urgent.”
The same man I spoke to earlier sighs.
“My fiancé wants his friend at the wedding, and if I have to fly to London and pack Harrison’s bags myself? I will do it.”