Page 33 of Crimson Desires

“I didn’t ask if you were good at it. I asked if you wanted to,” I said. Aster’s eyes flickered anxiously over to the dance floor. I tugged her over to it. “Come on. Let’s dance together.”

The floor was light-up and glowed with vibrant blues, pinks, and yellows. It was a little sticky, but I was too drunk to care. Aster and I found a somewhat empty spot to dance in. I wrapped my arms around Aster’s shoulders, moving our bodies together. She was warm and her muscles were slightly tensed. But she was smiling.

And to me, that was a win.

I let the bass-heavy club beat move me. Eventually, Aster felt comfortable enough to dance on her own. She broke away from me, shaking her perfect ass. Her smile radiated as she mouthed the words to the song pumping through the speakers.

For the first time, I was able to see the person that Aster was behind her stress and anxiety.

This is what she should look like all the time, I thought, admiring the carefree expression of joy on her face.

Aster bumped into me, her ass grinding against my crotch. I took in a sharp breath as an unexpected shock of pleasure shot through my body. My dick responded to the friction, straining against my jeans.

“You’re a fucking tease,” I hissed into her ear.

Aster’s laugh was melodic. “I know.”

Jesus fucking Christ. The unusual confidence in her voice made my heart jump into my throat.

I kissed Aster’s neck, starting at her collar and making my way up to the sharp bone of her jaw. Aster’s hands clutched my biceps. But she wasn’t pushing me away. She was pulling me closer. Egged on, I continued my journey to her lips.

As we kissed, Aster’s hands traveled along my body. Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt. They tickled my abdomen, blunt nails scratching my skin and turning me wild.

Aster broke our kiss, her breath hot against my face. Her deep blue eyes were shaded with desire and want. Her face was flushed red.

“Do you want to get the fuck out of here?” I asked.

Aster didn’t say anything. She just swallowed and nodded.

I didn’t waste another second in that club. I grabbed Aster by the hand and pulled her out the back door entrance, where my bodyguard was waiting for me.

“Tour bus,” I slurred out.

Dave nodded, his face stoic as he escorted Aster and me to the band’s tour bus. I led Aster to the back of the bus, where there was a second, smaller lounge area. This lounge area was divided from the rest of the bus with a thick velvet curtain and was used whenever my bandmates or I required privacy. Like when Kane needed to meditate. Or when Ava had to conduct a video conference. Or when I wanted to fuck.

My hands were greedy as I lowered Aster onto the couch. They cupped her tits, her ass, her hips.

Aster giggled. “Does it ever make you self-conscious to know that your bodyguard is totally aware of the fact that you’re having sex?”

I dug my thumb into Aster’s thigh, rubbing a harsh circle into the tender flesh. She whimpered.

“Nope,” I said, grinning.

Before Aster could ask another question, I shut her up with a kiss. She moaned into my mouth as I bit down on her lower lip, the erotic sound going straight to my dick. The bitter taste of alcohol on her lips made her even more tantalizing.

Aster buried her fingers into my hair. She wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding her hips against my crotch.

My jeans were starting to feel suffocatingly tight.

“God, Jack,” Aster breathed. Her voice was soft and airy and so fucking needy.

Aster pulled away, her eyes half-lidded and her lips parted. For a moment, I was sure that she was going to say something. Maybe she’d even swallow her pride and admit that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

Instead, she furrowed her brow and lurched forward. Her cheeks began to puff up. She smacked a hand over her mouth.

Even though I was drunk, I instantly sensed what was happening: Aster was going to puke. I jumped to my feet and quickly guided Aster into the tour bus bathroom. I managed to open the toilet lid just in time.

With a nauseating gag, Aster puked. I held her hair out of her face and rubbed her back in soothing little circles as she retched into the toilet bowl.