Hard Rock Sin – Cameron Thorne Bonus POV Scene
Sweat trickled down the side of my face. Strands of hair were plastered to my cheeks with sweat. Music pumped through my ears. My lungs burned with exertion.
With a grunt, I let go of the bar. The weights crashed down.
Working out was almost like being on stage.
I’d already done my reps for the day, but here I was, close to midnight, putting my home gym to good use.
I turned off the music blasting through the speakers. The silence rang in my ears. I grabbed my water bottle and a towel to dry off my face. I paused, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Dark bruises under my eyes told me how late it really was.
Maybe it was time to call it a night.
But I was buzzing with energy, wide awake. I didn’t want to go to bed yet.
I put down the water bottle and reached for the bar again, ready for another go. The muscles in my arms flexed, glistening with sweat. Not gonna lie, I felt a smug sense of pride at the sight.
‘Cause fuck yeah, I knew I was hot. But I put a lot of time and effort into keeping myself that way. Had to please the ladies, after all.
It was easy when we were on tour. Running around on stage, sweat dripping from every pore, was enough to keep us trim and toned. But we were in the middle of recording. We weren’t playing concerts every night anymore. Had to make sure I didn’t go soft.
It felt like we’d been working on this album for years, not just the last six months. I was getting antsy, anxious to be back on stage. One-off performances here and there were fun, but it wasn’t enough. I craved that rush.
That was one of the other reasons I worked out so much. The rush of endorphins was almost as awesome as the rush of thousands of voices screaming my name.
But recently, it wasn’t that rush or my ego that kept me up pumping iron when I should have been asleep.
It was wide, dark eyes looking up at me, sweet and unguarded. It was soft pink lips, slightly parted and nervous.
Can you walk me to my room?
I squeezed my eyes shut and let the weights crash down again.
The third reason why I was up so late in the gym.
Can you walk me to my room?
I’d just about lost it when she asked me that. A million different thoughts crossed my mind in that single instant. A million different scenarios.
Lily, lying on my bed, naked and wanting. Reaching out to touch me with soft, tentative hands. Opening her trembling legs for me, revealing sticky wet thighs, showing me her need.
A low growl left my throat as my cock twitched. I told it to calm the hell down.
Usually, I let my dick take the lead. Why the hell not? I was a fucking rock star. Women threw themselves at me. I’d be an idiot to say no.
But this time, there was no way in hell I could let that happen. My cock wasn’t going to get what it wanted.
No matter how much it begged me.
I knew I had to let this go. Knew I had to stop thinking about her like that.
Because Lily was Noah Fucking Hart’s little sister and I sure as hell didn’t have a death wish.
Or maybe I did. Why else would I have invited her to eat pizza and watch a movie with me? Convinced her to stay up and watch the other two sequels with me?
Why else would I have taken her back to her room at midnight?
Fuck, that sounded a lot worse than it really was.
Really, Noah, I didn’t mean to touch your sister, she was just so fucking tempting, standing there in the moonlight, dark eyes shining up at me, practically begging me to kiss her.
But it wasn’t like that. Not really. I mean, yeah, I could barely keep my eyes off Lily whenever we were in the same room together, but…
She’d looked scared.
I hated seeing that look on her face.
I did my best to joke with her, to distract her. It seemed to work.
Then I made the worst possible fucking move I could have made.
I touched her.
It was just meant to be comforting. A reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.
But the silky smoothness of her skin under my fingertips… the small hitch of her breath… the way she leaned into me, expecting more.
In that moment, I’d wanted nothing more than to push her up against the wall and pry that sweet mouth open with my tongue.
My cock twitched again, threatening to fill out.
Maybe I should forget the weights and go jerk off in the shower.
But I knew that would be no relief. The only thing that got me off anymore was thinking of Lily. Of her bright smile, her shining eyes. Her wavering voice, trying so hard to sound composed, but still slightly shaky from nerves.
Were you telling the truth when you said I was sexy?
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, thumping against the weight machine.
This girl was turning me into a fucking mess.
Deciding to call it a night, I grabbed the towel again to dry off my hair. I shouldn’t be weightlifting like this when I was so distracted. I’d end up pulling something and hurting myself.
A ping from my phone made me pause. Something must have triggered the motion detector outside. I scooped up my phone and opened the home security app. I didn’t find anything as I scrolled through the various live feeds.
The security alarm blared through the speakers. Shit, was someone trying to get in?
It had happened a few times before. Crazy fans trying to sneak their way into my place. I never thought much of it. The alarms always went off and the cops got called soon enough. I usually stayed put until it was all over.
The alarms were loud. Wincing, I turned up the music, hoping to drown it out.
Fuck. The security alarms.
Cursing myself, I dialed Lily’s number. I had to get a hold of her. She might be freaking out right now. She’d come home to see her place trashed from a break in when she was a teenager. She was probably scared that it was happening again.
There was no answer. Maybe the alarms were too loud for her to hear the phone?
As I made my way to Lily’s third-floor bedroom, my phone rang in my hand. I swiped to pick up and put my ear to the screen.
“No need to worry, sir,” said the brisk voice on the other line immediately. “There’s a broken window on the ground floor, but all we can detect is some small furry animal nosing around. We’ll send someone out right away to trap it.”
The perks of being rich and famous. Twenty-four-hour security.
The blaring noise finally stopped. I dialed Lily again. Still no answer. Fuck, why did this house have to be so fucking huge? My gym was on the other side of the mansion. It was taking ages to get to her. Why wasn’t she answering? She couldn’t have slept through the alarms.
I stood outside her bedroom door. I hesitated for a brief minute. Maybe she was asleep. Should I burst in and wake her up?
Whatever. I had to make sure she was okay. I could apologize later.
But when I opened the door, she wasn’t in her bedroom. Confused, I looked back out into the hallway, thinking maybe she had left the room.
A tiny noise caught my attention. It was coming from the en-suite bathroom. The door was closed but light peeked through the crack under the door.
I really didn’t want to interrupt her if she was in there. Visions of Lily half naked and getting ready to step into the shower assaulted me.
“Lily?” I called out just in case.
Hesitating again, I held my breath and listened outside the door. I couldn’t hear anything. I debated with myself. Should I go in there or not?
I cracked the door open. Lily sat huddled in the corner, knees hugged to her chest. Was she hiding in case it really was a break in? Didn’t she remember I had state of the art security?
Her eyes were red-rimmed, her cheeks wet with tears. She said my name through a shaky, choked breath. Shit, she was terrified.
A pang of something hot and sharp hit my chest. I couldn’t stand seeing her like this.
I crouched down in front of her and cupped her cheeks. She could barely breathe, taking in wheezing gasps of air. I gathered in in her arms to help her stand. I reassured her that it was a false alarm, that everything was okay.
I put her to bed and told her to get some sleep. I didn’t want to leave her alone, but it was late and I knew she had school the next day.
“Are you going to be okay?” I asked, examining her closely.
She nodded, not saying anything, just staring at me. The look in her eyes made my chest ache. Damn, but I wanted to stay. Keep her company. Distract her with jokes until the fear faded.
“I’m just a text away if you need me,” was all I said.
I turned to leave. She grabbed my arm with a shaky hand.
And that’s when she asked. She said the words that nearly undid me.
“Will you sleep with me?”
Something inside me snapped.
I knew that wasn’t what she meant. I knew she just wanted comfort. But the thought of lying in bed next to her, feeling her curves against mine as she cuddling up next to me, feeling her soft breath against my skin as she slowly fell into sleep…
Fuck, this was such a bad idea.
“Okay,” I said out loud even as I cursed myself. “Just for tonight.”
She scooted back and made room for me on the bed. I sank down into the warm mattress. Warmed from her body heat. Her scent filled my nostrils, something flowery and girly and so very much Lily. I nearly groaned.
She turned on her side, curling in on herself. She shifted closer until her legs were tucked against mine. She reached out and entwined our fingers. She let out a soft sigh.
“Thank you, Cameron,” she whispered in the darkness.
I was in a world of trouble.
The worst part was, with Lily lying next to me, her skin against mine, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Despite how wrong this was, despite all the reasons why I shouldn’t, some small part of me knew.
I knew there would be hell to pay, but I didn’t fucking care.
Fuck Noah. Fuck the band.
Someday soon, I was going to make this girl mine.
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