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Why can’t I get a decent night’s sleep? For fuck’s sake, is that too much to ask for? Every time the tour stops in one place long enough to warrant a hotel stay, I end up smack dab in the middle of the loudest bunch of hotel rooms. I’d be inclined to blame the boys if I was anywhere near the fancy, multiple room suites they occupied.

Usually all it took was one noise complaint and a couple of seconds of banging on the adjacent wall to quiet down the out of control parties. I’d tried pretty hard to conceal the fact that I was the one shutting down the late night get togethers, but I had been unsuccessful.

A couple of roadies had taken a liking to calling me ‘fun-sucker’ every time I walked past them. Which was just what every woman wanted to hear. The fact that I was an accountant didn’t help that perception any.

But apparently this time, they were getting bolder.

It was 3:23 AM and some drunk idiot was banging on my door. I had finally distracted myself enough to fall just on the brink of sleep and some drunk idiot was banging on my door.

Throwing the heavy down comforter off, I set my bare feet on the grey carpet with a thud. Not bothering to slip on my robe hanging on the back of the couch, I stomped towards the hotel door. I twisted my mahogany hair into a bun on top of my head, fastened it with a black hair tie, and pulled open the door.

“I understand that you guys think I’m a ‘fun-sucker’ but --“ My words were cut off by the sight of Harry leaning against the door frame in that casually attractive, without even trying, annoying type of way.

“Fun-sucker, huh? I can think of a couple of things that would be fun for you to su--“

“No.” I cut him off. I could smell the alcohol seeping from his pores and I could see the glaze in his jade colored eyes. “We are not doing this.”

“Doing what, cupcake?” He smirked in my general direction, pushing himself off the doorframe and into my personal space. I backed up, desperate to put space between us. But he took it as an invitation, waltzing into the room and leaving me standing speechless.

I shut the door.

“This whole sexual tension thing. The thing where I say something, and you turn it into something dirty. We’re not doing that.”

He let out a huff of disbelief.

“I’m serious, Harry.” I crossed my arms over my chest as he plopped down on the couch. His eyes met mine before traveling down to the tips of my toes.

“Do you always answer the door so exposed?” He gestured towards the skin colored, practically see through camisole and black cotton panties I was wearing with a smirk on his lips. His really kissable looking lips. The lips that, just days ago, I was wishing would replace his hand on my skin.

“Why are you here?” I asked, exasperated. Arguing that the only reason I answered the door like this was because he’d gotten me out of bed was only likely to elicit more inappropriate remarks.

“I was out with a couple of guys when my sister called.” He looked down at his hands, his thumbs twisting together in a gesture I’d noticed he relied on when he was irritated.

I hadn’t been around any of these people long enough to have met family members, but I’d heard a few stories about Harry’s sister recently. She was a few years older and a lot more of a loose cannon than Harry, and she tended to have a hard time keeping her mouth shut. I didn’t have any siblings, so the brother/sister dynamic was a foreign concept.

“Is she okay?”

“She was out with a couple of girlfriends at some pub. I guess a couple of people recognized her and before long, the paparazzi were blocking the door. She said that she only pushed some guy out of her way to get to the car but he’s claiming that she assaulted him and damaged his camera. So, she wants me to pay him off so he won’t sue her, basically.”

“And you don’t want to?” I guessed.

Leaning his head against the back of the couch, Harry sighed and closed his eyes. “I feel like I have to.” He confessed. “The only reason this guy was even around her was because of me. The only reason she had to defend herself is because this guy wanted just one piece of information about me that no one else had.”

“You might be the reason those photographers showed up outside the bar, but you didn’t make her shove him out of the way. There had to be another way to get past them, or they’d be getting shoved all the time. Right?”

“She’s kind of a hothead. But she’s my sister.”

Knowing there wasn’t much to say to that, I crossed the room and sat down beside him. Several minutes of comfortable silence passed. I had no idea why he’d decided that my room would be the place to come when he wasn’t sober and dealing with a personal family issue, but I decided I didn’t really mind. Sure, I was exhausted and half naked, but I usually enjoyed his company enough to make it bearable.

“I can’t stop thinking about the other day.” He whispered. “I’m not surprised that I took the conversation there, but I’m more than a tad surprised that you didn’t knee me in the goods and walk away.”

I chuckled.

“Seriously, Logan. What was that?”

“A lapse in good judgment?” I shrugged. “You started talking about me imagining your hands on me and I kind of just forgot where I was. I’m lucky your whole band didn’t catch the show.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t drag you off and get you completely naked right then and there.”

“Oh, come on. You weren’t even that into it. You dropped your hand and turned on your good guy charm the second you heard Liam’s voice.” I rolled my eyes. I’d played the whole thing out over and over again in my head and it was the only explanation I could come up with. The reality must not have lived up to the fantasy.

“Not that into it?!” Harry’s head snapped up, a confused frown etched on his face. “If you would have moved your hand a couple of inches to the left, you would have felt exactly how into it I was. I still get hard every time I think about it.”

I took in a breath, biting my bottom lip lightly.

“I wanted you to lean down and replace your hand with your mouth so bad.” I admitted for the first time out loud. He inched closer, our knees touching slightly as we turned our bodies towards each other. I wasn’t sure if it was the lack of sleep or the intoxicating air to blame for my boldness.

“That would have been nearly impossible”

“Says your clear head. I wasn’t thinking about the logistics. All I cared about was getting those lips on this skin.” I sighed, knowing this was dangerous territory. If there was no Liam here to stop it, who knows how far I’d let it go.

“Something like this?” Before I had time to even process his words, Harry snaked both hands forward, grabbed the top of my camisole, and ripped at the seams, tearing it straight down the middle. One palm grasped roughly at my right breast while he leaned forward and attached his lips to the left one. His mouth quickly found my nipple, his tongue sucking it into his mouth.

My back arched, trying to close any gap between our two bodies.

“Harryyyy.” I moaned as my hands found his curls at the nape of his neck. My fingers dug into his scalp, twisting his hair and pulling lightly. He hummed against my nipple, sending a shock wave through my entire body. His left hand joined his right one on my waist, as he moved to lean me back on the couch cushions.

I pulled my knees up on either side of his rock hard body, situating him between my legs. He slowly kissed his way up from my breast to my collarbone. He didn’t know it yet, but when he used his teeth to nip at the skin pulled tight on my collarbone, I almost came completely undone.

I hooked my index fingers around two of the belt loops on his tight black jeans and pulled as hard as I could. His mouth never left my collarbone as he rocked his impressive bulge against my sex.

I counted in my head each time he rocked into me, trying to steady my breathing as much as humanly possible. Running my hands up from his waist, I gathered his plain white tee in my hands, desperate to get it off him.

He paused just long enough to get his head out of the shirt, before reattaching his lips to the skin just behind my earlobe. Sighing, I pulled his face away from my neck to see the lust spilling out of his eyes. With both hands holding his cheeks, I lifted myself up and met him half way.

The minute our lips met, the second that his tongue met mine, my pulse quickened again and I couldn’t remember any of the perfectly sane reasons for wanting to stay away from him. I didn’t care that this was probably how he ended all of his nights; with a female body underneath him, waiting and willing to jump when he said jump.

I had always had more self-respect than that and I was the first one to tell those loose women exactly what I thought about them. And then one drunk text, a couple of dirty words, and a few seconds of sucking on my skin and I had turned into one of them. Even then, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I knew he wasn’t born being good at this. He’d had some amazing amount of practice but I guess what they say really is true: practice makes perfect. And this boy, this man, was perfect.

His right arm slid between our bodies, weaving down my stomach to find my most intimate place. His index and middle finger started rubbing lazy circles on the outside of the fabric.

“You’re so wet, Logan. You’re so wet you’re soaking through your panties; so turned on and ready for me. For my fingers,” I grunted. “For my tongue,” he licked the side of my neck, gaining a stronger groan. My hips bucked forward to meet his fingers, as if I could help just push them in. “For my dick.”

“Please.” I begged. He was torturing me.

“Please what? Use your words, cupcake. What do you want?”

I opened my mouth, about to tell him exactly what I wanted from start to finish. But before I could say a word, there was a loud banging on the door. Startled, I looked at Harry who shrugged. He was in here so it couldn’t be him banging again.

The banging continued, louder than before.

Looking down, I realized that I couldn’t very well open the door with my tank ripped open. Picking Harry’s tee off the floor where I threw it, I slipped it over my head, pushed Harry off me, and stomped towards the door. Whoever was on the other side of that door was going to be in for a rude greeting.

It had been just over two years since I’d had a man’s hands on me like I’d just had Harry’s and now this incessant banging was putting a damper on my ability to get laid.

“Listen, you punk ass. Stop banging on my damn --“ I started yelling before I’d gotten the door all the way open, but was stopped dead it my tracks when I came face-to-face with the person standing on the other side of it.

I couldn’t finish my sentence.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t stop the intense feeling of dread that washed over my entire body.

“Well, well, well. It really is true. Logan Carlisle, in the flesh.” His dark brown eyes made my skin crawl the way that they lingered on parts of my bare flesh. Once he was done sizing me up, his gaze flicked inside my hotel room, finding Harry sitting shirtless on the couch where I left him. The man standing in front of me let out a sadistic laugh. “And it seems you haven’t changed a bit. Still fucking the band to feel better about yourself.”

His last comment brought me back to reality, and I turned towards him, seething.

I still couldn’t find the words, so I did what I should have done years ago.

I slapped him as hard as I could across the face and slammed the door shut. I had no idea how he’d found me or what he was doing outside my hotel room, but I would not let Adam Lee worm his way back into my life.

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Notes

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