Torn to Pieces (The Boys of DownCrash #2) (new adult contemporary romance / rockstar romance) by London Casey

with me.  With the band.”
    “On the road like that?  I can’t.  I have classes...”
    “Fuck them,” Tatum said.
    I bit my lip.  I swallowed.  I hated being pressured.  Being cornered.  I stared into Tatum’s eyes and knew what it all meant to him. 
    “Is Scarlett going?” I asked.
    “You two don’t talk much anymore, do you?”
    I rolled my eyes, trying to avoid the topic.  “She’s busy.  I’m busy.”
    “You don’t live together anymore,” Tatum said.  “So that glue is gone, huh?”
    “I guess you could look at it that way.”
    “Well, Scarlett actually went home for a week.  Her great aunt passed away.  She has to go to the viewing and funeral.  The timing works since she and Tripp can’t go a second without each other.”
    “Oh yeah, I sort of forgot about that...”
    I talked to Scarlett on the phone the day before for a few minutes.  Girlie chit-chat stuff.  I wanted to get together with her but she didn’t have time, or maybe she didn’t want to.  I don’t know.  But she told me that her great aunt died.  She said the woman was filthy rich and hoped she had an organized will.  It amazed me too that she would take time away from Tripp.
    But that meant I’d be the only girl with the band then...
    “I can’t do that to the band,” I said.  “I don’t want to get in the way.”
    “You’re not in the way,” Tatum said. 
    “Plus, my friend Annie might be coming in for a night.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    “Yeah.  She was my best friend from high school.  She’s the only other person who really knows about... you know...”
    Tatum nodded and his lip curled.  He looked ready to hurt someone. 
    “I don’t want you alone,” Tatum said.  “We’ll skip the show.”
    “Like hell you will,” I said.  “I’m definitely going to tell Annie to come.  And if not, no big deal.  It’s one night.  You’re the one who told me I need to be alone, right?  To relax.  To enjoy myself.”
    I smiled and winked.
    Tatum pushed himself at me.  His right hand slipped between my legs and he growled at me.  “You better not touch yourself while I’m gone.”
    “You better take good care of me before you leave then...”
    Tatum looked up and I followed his stare.  He made sure the curtains were shut in the living room.  He looked over his shoulder, making sure the door to the apartment was locked.
    When he looked back at me, his eyes were filled with lust and bad intentions.
    He kissed me with a passion I never experienced in a kiss before.  I gripped the back of his head, holding him in place.  We made out for what felt like hours, our heads turning side to side, our tongues battling for space, me biting his lip and lip ring, him nibbling on my lips in return.  When the kiss finally broke, we stared at each other, out of breath.  His lips were raw red.
    “Fuck,” he said. 
    “That’s what you do to me,” I said. 
    “Yeah, well watch what I’m going to do to you.”
    His hands were at the bottom of my shirt, lifting it just above my belly button.  He gripped and shifted down the couch. I let out a moan, my mind racing at the possibilities of Tatum’s wild urges.
    He kissed me just above my belly button.  The tip of his tongue circled around my belly button and then he was moving down.  My pants stopped him, but only for a second.  His left hand pulled at my pants, opening them with what little space he could manage.  I felt the tips of his fingers touching my panties and I thrust at him.  Tatum put his head to my stomach and his tongue tickled down into my pants, reaching all the smooth skin he could reach. 
    I touched his head and moaned.
    “Tatum... please...”
    His other hand came to my pants and he unbuttoned them.  Tatum wasn’t in the mood to speed things up though.  He slid my pants down just above my knees and stopped.  He held my legs in place.
    “What are you doing?” I asked, feeling desperate.
    “Making sure you’re well taken care