Never Say Goodbye (Rebel Walking #6) (4 page)

Chapter Four

Luke

Yet again, I can't keep my hands off of her.  It was such a bad idea to taste the temptation that has been haunting me for months.  Knowing where we're headed tonight is driving me crazy.  I have no intentions of sleeping and neither will she if
I
have any say about it.  We can sleep tomorrow on the drive.  Luckily, it's only about a five-hour drive tomorrow, so we don't have to leave at the ass crack of dawn.

Running my fingers over her seems to be making her as insane as I am.  I pull my hand away just in time for the door to swing open.  Ivy and Eaven step in and both begin the stare down. 

"You two are ridiculous.  Get a room."  Eaven seems a little irritated.  I decide not to move from Lilly, knowing the talk from Eaven is near.  She moves to the back of the bus with all of the baby stuff loading her arms.  Ivy moves forward with Heaven and hands her to me to hold before she moves to the back of the bus. 

Holding a baby isn't exactly what I had in mind right now, but I really don't have a choice.  This little girl has the darkest head of hair and her tiny lips are already proving to be full.  Her eyes are bright and she has full lashes.  I know those two will have their hands full with this tiny bundle.  It's bad when you don't know which parent you hope she acts like in the future.  The two of them are a riot, but it's not something you want to think about a baby becoming. 

Lilly moves in closer to talk to Heaven.  I watch her face light up as she talks in a different voice.  Heaven's face lights up and she begins to make her own sounds.  Her arms begin to move slightly with her excitement to see Lilly. 

"Do you want to hold her?"

"Nah.  You've got her."  I pull her up to my chest and wrap her tighter in her blanket.  Her eyes light up and I swear she smiles at me.  The only problem is, it's followed by the horrible smell of baby shit. 

"Really, lil' babe?  You had to poop on Uncle Luke?"  Why is it her smile is even larger now?  I can tell we are going to have many moments like this as she grows up.  You can't help but fall for this tiny bundle.

"Ivy, you have a mess to clean up."

"What, you don't do diapers?"

"Hell no, I don't wipe asses no matter
how
cute they are."  Standing up, I hand Heaven over to Ivy.  She puts a blanket down beside where I was sitting and begins to undress Heaven.  I look back and see Eaven smiling—she knows I'd rather listen to her than smell baby shit, so I take the plunge and start walking. 

"I hope you’re careful.  You need to watch yourself, Luke.  If you screw her over, the guys will never forgive you.  Everything is finally falling into place and you need to be thinking with the head on top of your body, not the one leading you around." 

"Thanks for your concern, but we're just having fun.  We both understand this is a no strings attached hookup, and I'm pretty sure I gave the Walkers the benefit of the doubt when it came to you and Ivy."

"You did not!  I had to tell you where to stick it when it came to Talon."

"I know you did, but I stepped back and let you two fall in love without complications.  I'm not saying that’s what will happen here, but only time will tell.  Right now, it's all for fun."

"Well, the guys are going to shit if they find out you are screwing around with everyone
including
Lilly.  You know how close they are to her."

"Yes, I'm aware they don't want anyone near her.  She isn't the innocent little girl they see her as.  I'll handle the guys."

"Luke, please be careful.  I know you just want to have fun and the tour is just starting.  It'll be a long tour if you mess this up."

Pulling her in for a hug, I try to ease her mind.  "I'll be careful.  You worry about keeping your man happy and off my ass."  I can see Lilly watching me and the look on her face tells me she’s deep in thought.  I hope to hell she isn't changing her mind about tonight. 

"I had better go help the guys load up the rest of the equipment."  I let my eyes meet Lilly's as I walk past.  Her small smirk gives me very little hope that she's still with me about tonight. 

Jumping out of the bus, I hear the guys coming. 

"Where have you been, asshole?  This equipment doesn't walk itself out here."  Talon is leading the group, everyone carrying as much as they can.  I open the storage doors and begin to help loading the gear.  This really isn't the best way to start out the tour.  Trying to stay focused on the band may prove difficult, but it's something that I've got to do.

"Here with the girls.  Heaven ran me out of there with a shit bomb."

"Good.  She was due for a poop."  I look at Taron and I can't help but be confused.  How did Taron not only get tamed, but flattened so much that timing his baby's poop is a normal thing?  Such a rock god thing to do.

"I don't even know how to respond to that, dude."

"What?  My girl has been constipated and she needed that."  This gets him looks from all of the crew except Talon.  Everyone busts out laughing and it doesn't even faze Taron.

"All of you can fuck off.  I wouldn't trade my life with any of you fuckers."  It's funny to see him like this.  He used to be my partner in crime when it came to hooking up with the ladies.  Ivy put a stop to all that long before they even became a couple.  He fell for her hard—almost as hard as Talon fell for Eaven. 

Traveling with these couples is going to be a real hitch in my single lifestyle.  Lilly and I will just have to make the best of it. 

Our trip to the hotel is short.  We don't waste time checking in and I go ahead and move my stuff into the room I’ve booked.  In an effort to save some money, I'm splitting this room with Aiden.  This guy is a trip.  He works security for us in a rock and roll setting, wearing a cowboy hat and shit kickers.  It's hard not to respect a man that doesn't change who he truly is, no matter the situation.  He was really there to help Ivy during the worst time in her life.  If Taron can let it all go and bring him into our circle, then I have no right to not fully accept him as he is. 

Grabbing my cell phone to text Lilly, I move to open my bag to get my shower stuff.  Wiping away all of the sweat and filth from the fans is crucial before I move in on Lilly. 

Luke:  What room?

Lilly:  Let's talk.

Luke:  Ok.  What room?

Lilly:  229

Luke:  I'll be there after my shower. 

Lilly:  I'm taking one too, so give me some time.

Luke:  You have ‘til I get out, then I'm beating down the door.

Let's talk
.  I don't like the sound of that.  This is supposed to be uncomplicated and easy.  I like her, she likes me.  We don't have to please anyone else. 

I don't rush in the shower, giving her enough time to do what she needs.  I'm glad there aren’t any other single women on the tour so she isn't sharing a room.  That would complicate the hell out of things.  Aiden looks at me suspiciously when I start for the door in only my shorts.

"Don't wait up on me.  I have a key."

"Man.  Make sure you know what you're doing."  I don't even reply to him.  I don't have to answer to people if I want to hook up with someone who is eager and willing.  Lilly and I are both grown adults and all of these warnings are pissing me off. 

Walking down the hall, I can hear Heaven crying in one room and Talon talking in another.  Her room is all the way to the end, so I move quickly, hoping to make it past all of their rooms without a situation erupting.

Why do I feel like a teenager sneaking around again?  This is bullshit.

I knock on the door and she instantly opens it up.  Her tank top and short shorts are so different than anything I've seen her in.  She manages sexy in every way.  Propping the door open with an extended arm, her eyes scan my entire body.  I know she appreciates the view by the way she takes me in. 

My tattoos are very unique and well-placed, usually getting the approval of most of the ladies.  There are some haters and people who wonder what I'll do when I'm old and wrinkled.  My only response is that I'll kick it with my other tattooed friends and we'll be wrinkled together. 

"What are we talking about?"  I stroll past her and lie across her bed, knowing she'll have a rough time talking to me in bed. 

She stands at the foot of the bed and begins to take me in again.  I let her look and wait for her to say something or jump into this bed and let us do our best talking.  She continues to stay still, only letting her eyes move.

"You going to stand there or climb my ladder and come with me?"  I watch for a smile that I know is coming.  Her face lights up and I begin to laugh at her shocked expression. 

"Really, Luke?"

"Don't pretend you're not ready to climb on top of me and give it to me just like I want."

"I didn't say I wasn't, but I want to make sure we have an understanding here."  She has me intrigued.

"Okay.  What do I need to understand to get inside those shorts?"

"You need to understand that this is just us having fun.  The Walkers will give us hell if they see you acting like you did tonight.  I don't want to have to fight with them over us."

"Agreed."

"Besides, I could tell Eaven didn't approve of us."  I see her face fall as she begins to talk.

"Ev was just threatening me not to mess this up with you.  She knows the guys will flip their shit."

"Well, there isn't anything to mess with.  We both know this is just a hookup, so we're good."

"I love how you're talking.  So quit and get over here." 

It's time to move this along.  I want to feel her mouth on me. 

Lilly

How long have I waited for this control?  To have him in my bed, begging for me to join him.  I want to lick his six-pack abs all the way up to his gorgeous lips.  There is one thing that will happen tonight... I
will
be exploring his endless tattoos.  Holy shit, the definition of his muscles offset by the brightly colored tats is obviously a weakness for me. 
Control, Lilly.  Don't jump on the bed like an excited fan would.
 

I turn to sit on the edge of the bed, slightly facing him.  He moves for me, instantly kissing my neck as he slides the spaghetti strap off my shoulders.  I didn't even bother with a bra, knowing this was going to happen tonight.  His hands slide over my chest and around each of my breasts.  His slight tug on both piercings has me at his mercy just that quick. 
Damn him.

I let his hands consume me and he eventually moves to stand in front of me.  Sitting on the bed, I'm faced with the abs I've watched from afar all these months.  The urge to lean forward and run kisses over each bump wins over.  With the light on, I can see everything.  Right over the top of his waistband is a tattoo of brass knuckles.  He stands there and lets me slowly move my fingers over each ring.  I notice how each ripple of his muscle is defined and his skin is just a complete work of art.  Sliding my hands up his stomach, I look up into his eyes and begin to run my lips over the same tattoo my fingers just explored. 

With a slip of my tongue, I move to the next tattoo.  His eyes follow me as I leave a trail of moisture and begin to kiss the endless ink around his body.  He remains still during my attack and I take time to appreciate all the detail.  His back is completely covered in numerous individual tats—all connected—creating one massive full jacket of ink.  His tattoo artist must be top notch to pull of this symmetry and color along with the intricate detail that has gone into each one. 

He turns his head to watch me.  I've never seen anything like it.  Sure, he has been around without a shirt on—after all it's Luke I'm talking about—but looking this closely is a whole new experience. 

"How many hours do you have into them?"

"More than one hundred hours."

"It's breathtaking to see them this close."

"Yeah, I know."  I move my fingers over the contours of his back.  His skin erupts in goose bumps as I slide my fingertips across his shoulders.  Running my hands down each of his arms, I pass over the bulk of his biceps and it’s honestly even more of a turn on to feel them in the flesh.  His sleeves are always tight and I'm always tortured to reach out and touch the muscles fighting to break free from the material confining them. 

I'm met with a smirk when I make it around to face him.

"My turn.  Clothes off."  His demand is sexy as hell.  My body craves him, so there's no way I'm denying him.  I start to slide my tank down over my hips, dragging my shorts along with it.  My g-string panties don't do much to cover me up, but that's all that's left to hide behind. 

My nipples ache from our earlier play, and when he rubs up against them it causes me to pull back just a little.  He seems to take notice and begins to move more sensually over each of them.  His tongue moves strategically around each nipple and his hands move around to grab my entire ass.  He's taller than me, but not by much, so this seems to be working well.

He edges me to the bed so I climb on.  Lying on my stomach, I watch him climb over me.  The touch of his hands as he runs them over me feels so good.  I let him massage my back and wherever else his hands roam. 
God, he's so good at this.