Bedding the Band

Chapter Seven: Room for More

OLIVIA

Kai's eyes widen quickly before they darken with heat. He backs me into the nearest vanity, his eyes flickering between mine.

"Are you sure, kitten?"

My ass presses into the edge of the table, and he casually hoists me onto the surface like I weigh nothing as he waits for my answer.

It's singlehandedly the hottest thing I've ever experienced. Kai flexing his strength and sweetness all in one interaction.

My clit throbs at the contact just as my heart begins to pound.

Guilt assaults me for a few seconds as I think about what happened on the bus with Walker. If the tire hadn't popped, would I have fucked Walker?

The memory of the hot length of Soren's cock pressed between my thighs flashes across my mind, and I shudder involuntarily.

Or would it have been Soren?

A tiny voice in the back of my head whispers both, and I recoil.

Not because the concept is foreign to me, but because I'm stunned at my body's reaction to the possibility that I could have them all.

Kai had said as much, but the reality was only now settling in. While the prospect is exhilarating, I don't want to be just another groupie they fucked on tour.

Or their plaything.

I glance up at Kai, who is waiting patiently for an answer.

I thought I'd be doing this with Walker or Soren, but honestly, Kai is safe. He's an angel, charming, and I don't doubt if I set serious boundaries he'll respect them.

"Yes," I answer quickly. "Please, Kai."

He leans down until his hands are pressed into the surface on either side of my hips and his arms are caging me in.

His eyes roam my face slowly and then drop to my shirt and the tiny pair of shorts I hadn't bothered to change out of in our haste to get here. I shift, his gaze hot my skin, and he licks his lips.

Goddamn I can't do anything but follow the motion of his tongue. I need him to kiss me more than I need my next breath. But when I move to kiss him, he pulls out of reach, leaving me needing and nearly squealing from denial.

"We're doing this on my terms," he says, gently. The rich tenor of his voice courses through me as he ducks his head to skim his lips across my cheeks. "We're taking our time, Olivia."

My heart skips a beat at the sound of my name. I don't know how he does it, but he makes it sound like sex. Hot, toe-curling sex.

The kind I've never had, I realize. My mood plummets as I think about my limited experience with sex compared to Kai's knowing gaze and touches and words.

He knows what he's doing, and I'm probably going to embarrass myself when he realizes I don't.

Trepidation churns my gut, and I tense.

"What's wrong?" Kai questions, noticing my sudden mood change. I try to duck, to avoid his gaze, but he grasps my chin in one hand and tilts my head up. "Talk to me, kitten. We're not doing anything until you tell me what's wrong."

"I'm nervous," I blurt before I can stop myself.

Kai hums. "About what, exactly?"

"I'm not... I mean I've—"

"Are you a virgin?" he asks, his eyes widening as I flounder.

I shake my head rapidly. "No! I'm not," I reassure him. "It's just that I've never really been with someone who cares about me in the bedroom. Or taught me anything. It was all about them. I don't know—"