Axton watched her walk away until she was out of sight before turning to me with a grin on his face. “Well, looks like you won’t be able to hide from me now.”

I laughed and rolled my eyes at him. “I know. Damn. Guess I’ll just have to lock my door at night.” Sharing a bus didn’t bother me anymore. Not after the last few days. When I’d stopped trying to hide the truth from myself about how much I loved him, I’d realized that attempting to set boundaries was useless. Why keep so much distance between us when it obviously made both of us miserable?

He wrapped his arms around my waist and lowered his head until our lips were nearly touching. “Wanna share a roost? I promise not to take advantage of you in your sleep.”

I tilted my head back just enough to meet his eyes. “But what if I want you to take advantage?”

Hazel eyes lightened to green and I was rewarded with the sight of those freaking sexy-as-hell gold flecks. “Then I am screwed. I would love to take advantage of you, baby. But we will both have to be good. Mia and Harris will be on the bus with us.”

I pouted up at him. “But, babe!”

Axton grinned and finally brushed his lips across mine. “Minx. You’re so freaking adorable when you pout like that.” Another kiss, which I took advantage of by sucking on his pierced bottom lip for a moment, and then he was pushing me in the direction Emmie had just gone. “Go. I’ll be there after I get my stuff. But I was serious about wanting to share a roost. I haven’t been sleeping that great on the other bus. I need you wrapped around me, hogging the covers, to get comfortable.”

“I might hog the covers, but you hog the bed. That’s why I have to wrap myself around you, otherwise I would fall out of bed.” Of course that wasn’t true. Axton kept to the middle of the bed and I could only get comfortable when I was pushed up against him with my head using his chest as a pillow and one arm over his waist. His confession that he couldn’t sleep without me was doing crazy things to my heart, but the same was true about my own sleeping habits lately. The only time I got a good night’s sleep was when I slept in the same bed with him. Whether we made love that night or not.

On my way to the bus, I passed a grumbling Wroth, without Marissa. Frowning I kept walking, knowing that if I tried to talk to the ex-marine now it would not be pretty. Wroth in a temper was not something I liked to experience first-hand. When I stepped onto the bus it was to find Harris sitting on the couch watching a movie, but no sign of his father or Marissa. I wished him a good night and kept going.

I stopped long enough to use the bathroom then brushed my teeth at the small sink outside the bathroom. When I was done I went straight to my roost and climbed in. I had the middle roost on the left side while Linc had the one directly above mine. I wasn’t sure who was going to take the one below mine, but if Marissa was still going to be on this bus then I knew that someone most likely would.

As I scooted until I was against the wall of the roost, I thought I heard a small hiccup and paused to listen closer. It didn’t come again, but I was sure that I had heard it—the kind of hiccup that accompanied crying. Shaking my head, I pulled my cell from my jeans before kicking them off and pushing them with my foot to the end of the bed.

Checking my phone, I saw that I had a few missed calls and texts. Two from my dad and one text from Harper. Opening it I snorted as soon as I saw the picture of her on the beach in front of her house in Santa Monica. She was in her bikini with Shane wrapped around her. Of course his lips were touching her neck, because Shane Stevenson’s lips were always finding their way to some part of Harper’s gorgeous body.

That right there was another relationship that I was jealous of. Shane and Harper had their Carl and Ellie love life—their words to describe their relationship, not mine. It was adorable the way Shane loved Harper so fiercely, and their sex life was… Porn-star worthy was the only real way to describe it.

“Dallas?”

At the sound of Axton’s voice I couldn’t help but smile. Rolling over I pulled back the curtain that provided privacy for my roost. He stood there with his pillow and blanket, and yeah, my heart melted all over again. Stupid fucking heart, but I’d already promised myself I wasn’t going to fight this. He was with me now, not the troll bitch.

“Hi,” I murmured.

His brow wrinkled as he grinned at me. “Hi, yourself. Changed your mind yet?”

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “We should discuss the terms and conditions again.”

Hazel eyes narrowed on me. “Let’s hear them.”

“I must have kisses. Lots and lots of kisses. Before bed, every morning, and in between the two. Should you go five minutes in my presence without giving me a kiss, then that’s grounds for dismissal from my bed.”

“Done.” He placed his pillow on the bed. “Anything else?”

“Not for now. But this is an open contract. I can add other conditions at any time.” I grabbed his hand and tugged him closer. With his grumbled “agreed” I sucked his pierced bottom lip into my mouth and nipped on it before releasing him. “Welcome to Casa de Dallas. Make yourself at home.”

Axton

Rock On The Range.

It was only one of the few events that brought rock fans together for a three-day event that celebrated everything rock-n-roll. One hundred thousand plus people. Three stages of some of the best bands in the rock world? Check. Mosh pits? Check. People crowd surfing? Check. People passed out drunk on a wet lawn or in a dark, cool corner? Double check. The smell of marijuana in the air? Of course. Chicks walking around topless, no matter the size of their tits or the fact that they didn’t exactly have the body for it? Fuck yeah! Why the hell wouldn’t they? It was Rock On The Range, bitches.

And OtherWorld was closing Saturday night on the main stage. It was something that announced how fucking awesome a band was to be closing on Saturday night. Closing on Friday was okay, because it got everyone pumped for more, and Sunday was when everyone was fighting their hangovers and just ready to make the trip home so the crowd was only a small fraction of what it should be.

Saturday? Saturday was perfect.

Demon’s Wings had closed on Saturday the year before, so I was more than stoked to be part of the closing this year. With Nik on board my tour bus with his very, very—VERY—pregnant wife, I was sure he was going to make sure that I didn’t live down the fact that he had closed a ROTR first. The fucker.