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  “I’d totally know if he met someone,” Reid says. “He’d never be able to shut up about getting laid.”

  “Okay, stop right there.” I toss my hands up defensively, not wanting Reid to go any further in describing my brother’s sex life. “I’ve lived with listening to the two of you talk for my whole life and I’ve heard my fill.”

  Reid laughs again, but assures me that Caleb is just fine, and both of us figure he’s just busy with the bar and our father’s funeral. He has a lot going on and if things are going as he planned, he’s helping rebuild an empire that was lost years ago.

  I watch as Reid picks up his phone, scrolling through the mapped out route back to Providence, but he stops and looks over at me.

  “Do you think we have time for one more stop?” he asks, his eyebrows rising up with his question. I chew at my lip, thinking about Caleb at home and Reid and I out enjoying our life. The guilt returns and I gnaw harder at the loose skin on my bottom lip.

  He reaches over, his thumb plucking my lip from my teeth as he leans over and presses a kiss to my temple.

  “Would it make you feel better if we called him?”

  I nod and Reid picks up his phone, scrolling through his contacts, he clicks on Caleb’s name. The line begins to trill and on the second ring Caleb picks up.

  “Hey man, how’s it going?” Caleb asks, not missing a beat.

  “All good here,” Reid replies. “Just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing.”

  “You wanted to check in on me?” Caleb says laughing. “Don’t you mean Sienna wanted to check on me?”

  Reid looks over at me, rolling his eyes and laughing right along with Caleb. I shake a finger at him, shaming him for teasing me, before I lean over and press a quick kiss to his cheek.

  “Fine. It was me,” I admit. “But I told you we’d be back today and I don’t think we’re going to make it.”

  “Why? You planning to murder Reid and bury his body?” he jokes. “Hopefully you found someone to dig the hole for you or it’s going to be a hell of a lot longer than one day.”

  “No one’s murdering anyone,” Reid cuts in. “We’re actually having a great time, but we miss you, dude. It’s not the same without you.”

  Reid’s words cut deep making tears well in my eyes. I miss Caleb terribly, but the ache has been dulled by my recently rekindled closeness with Reid.

  “Thanks. I miss you guys, too. Looking forward to seeing both of you, but take your time. Nothing here is finalized because surprise, surprise, it’s a shit show.”

  “Is everything alright?” I immediately ask, so much concern for what Caleb is taking on himself.

  “Yeah, Sie, everything’s fine. It’s the same shit, different day,” he replies, letting out an exasperated sigh. “We’ll talk when you get back.” He pauses for a second, his words lingering between us causing my head to swirl with far too many what-if scenarios. “What have you guys been up to?” he asks now.

  “We’ve been hiking in Colorado, camping in Nebraska, sightseeing in Chicago,” Reid says, stopping to look over at me. “And now we’re going to stop off at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame if that’s cool with you. We’ll be rolling into Providence tomorrow around six. That okay?”

  “Yeah, yeah. All good,” Caleb says, but again he stops, his words getting caught in his throat as he coughs a little. “Hey, Reid, thanks. Thanks for making this something Sienna isn’t dreading.”

  “No problem,” Reid responds, threading his fingers through mine and kissing my hand.

  “I’m still dreading it!” I call out, making both of them laugh.

  We chat with Caleb for a little while longer and with each word I feel less and less concerned about him. It feels normal and comforting, and I can’t wait to get home to him. Having us all together again is exactly what I need.

  It’s what we all need.

  “So are we really going to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame?” I ask, far too giddy and coming across like a teenager about to meet her celebrity crush. I feel like I might squeal out loud if he says yes.

  “I don’t think so. It kinda sounded like Caleb needs us. I’m worried about him,” Reid says, his words loaded with mock sympathy as he tips his head to the side and lets out a combination of a whine and a sigh.

  “Oh my god! Stop making fun of me. I have something you want and if you keep this shit up, you won’t ever be sticking your dick in me again.” I cross my arms over my chest and look out the side window.

  “Oh please, don’t act like you could give me up that easily. I fucking rocked your world,” Reid says, tooting his own horn and making it hard not to laugh at him.

  “But seriously…”

  “But seriously, yes, Sienna, we are stopping there. How could we not? I was tracking our route back to Providence last night and it popped up as a stopover. I wanted to keep it a secret because I knew you’d love it.”

  I look at him, my heart practically bursting in my chest at how absolutely perfect he is and how I’m the first girl to get this side of him. I want to be the only girl who ever does too. I knew there was something special about him when we were kids, but I could never really put it into words, I could never reconcile my feelings, too young to understand. Reid and I were meant to be together, to complete each other, but to also somehow complicate everything that could’ve been so easy. But the arguments and teasing and the jealousy is what got us here and I wouldn’t change it for a thing.

  I remember being drawn to him as a kid, wanting to be near him, but I always thought it was the recklessness that lived inside him, the rush of excitement of taking risks with him, but it was so much more. All our lives we’ve been pulled toward each other, intertwined and connected, and it wasn’t by choice.

  Reid Bowen is my soulmate.

  Because of him, I know what it feels like to be loved.

  He doesn’t have to tell me he loves me. His actions speak louder than any words he could ever say. And in a world where I’ve been lied to, been cheated on and broken, words mean nothing and actions mean everything. My trust in him will never waiver, because he has my heart, complete and whole.

  Woven with my excitement over the Hall of Fame visit and my own personal revelation, I lean my head against his shoulder. My hand is resting on his cheek and the words are balanced on the tip of my tongue, words I’ve never spoken out loud.

  But I swallow them down and they taste like honey, thick and sweet, coating every part of me with warmth.

  “You okay?” he asks, his lips resting against my head for a split second as he inhales deeply, taking in my scent. I do the same to him, memorizing him and everything he embodies.

  “Yes, I’m wonderful.” My words float from my mouth with so much more meaning, so much meaning that Reid doesn’t even know about.

  “We’re about three hours from Cleveland and once we’re there, we’re going straight to the Hall of Fame. It’s an all-day event from what I’ve read, and don’t worry, I booked us a hotel so we don’t have to rush.”

  “You’ve pretty much taken care of everything this whole trip and I don’t think anything can ever top it,” I tell him.

  “Oh, I’m certainly going to try on our way back,” he jokes.

  “How about some music to get us ready?” I ask, grabbing my phone, unplugging his and replacing it with mine as I create the perfect mix.

  “What are you thinking?” Reid questions as he twirls a few locks of my hair around his fingers.

  “Nineties, obviously, but only Hall of Fame inductees.”

  “Obviously,” Reid says, dragging out his word and teasing me.

  “Nirvana, Green Day, Pearl Jam, Radiohead and…” I say, pausing for effect because while this isn’t my usual grunge rock, they were a huge part of the nineties. “Biggie and Tupac.”

  “Holy shit, I actually know their music,” Reid announces, beaming with pride and I can’t help but laugh at him. He’s such a dope when it
comes to music.

  “I’m so proud of you,” I say, placating him as I hit play and Radiohead’s “Creep” croons through the speakers. “How about I help us pass the time now?” I ask, my tongue slipping out and I drag my teeth over my bottom lip.

  I rub my hand over the bulge in his jeans, undoing the button and sliding down the zipper as I look over at him. I slide my hand into his underwear, taking him out.

  Without waiting for him to respond, I lean down, letting the tip of my tongue drag over his hard length and he groans out my name.

  “Sienna,” he warns, my name said with a bite. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

  “Oh, I plan to finish you…all of you, Reid, because I swallow,” I say, seduction dripping from my words and I take him in my mouth.

  “Fuck,” Reid hisses, his hand now knotting in my hair.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Reid

  We pull into the parking lot of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame around eleven a.m. and Sienna jumps out of the car, clapping her hands with excitement.

  “Okay, seriously, Reid,” she says as she walks around the truck and hooks her arm around my waist. “We need to get through everything, so no fucking around or dragging your feet, got it?”

  I laugh, slipping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. “You know, we’d have been here a lot sooner if you hadn’t delayed things back there,” I say, jerking a thumb over my shoulder.

  She looks up at me, her brows narrowed. “Please don’t tell me you’re complaining you got a blow job?”

  Laughing, I lean down and kiss her. “Hell no, baby,” I murmur. “You’re welcome to do that anytime and I do mean, anytime,” I say, my mouth against hers. “But shit, Sie, it’s fucking hard to drive when I’m about to come. I had to pull over just so I didn’t drive us off the road.”

  Sienna giggles, pressing a kiss to my ribs as we walk inside the huge building that basically looks like a giant glass pyramid.

  Inside, I collect the tickets I’d already pre-booked, handing the map of the place to Sienna. “Lead the way, boss,” I tell her.

  “Mmmm,” she says, smiling. “I like the sound of that.”

  I grin, smacking her on the ass as she takes us over to the elevators, clearly excited.

  The place is huge, six levels and Sienna makes sure we see every single one of them, not missing any of the exhibits, including the history of rock and roll, a replica of Pink Floyd’s The Wall and the one listing all the Hall of Fame inductees. We spend hours wandering through them, not bothering to stop for lunch as we make the most of our time here.

  Sienna’s like a kid in a candy store with each new thing she sees, constantly reading and touching and telling me some random fact about whatever band or singer she’s looking at. I love it, love how much fun she’s having and I’m glad Caleb was cool with us taking another night to get back home.

  But it’s not until we reach The Garage exhibit that she really starts to get excited. I watch as her eyes light up and she moves into the instrument room, her hands practically caressing the instruments as she picks up a guitar, slinging the strap over her shoulder and turns to me.

  “Here, give me a pose,” I say, holding my phone up.

  Sienna grins before fake strumming the guitar as she gives me a don’t fuck me with me look that is so unbelievably hot, I just wanna drag her into a restroom and fuck her right now.

  I grin, swallowing hard as desire courses through me. “Come on, work it for me, baby,” I say to her, snapping a few shots as she mixes up her poses until she’s laughing so hard, she’s doubled over.

  She clearly loves this stuff and is having a blast here. It makes me so damn happy watching her too, knowing she never had these opportunities as a kid. It makes me want to stall our trip home even longer, drag it out until we’ve driven all over America and seen everything together.

  “You gonna try something out?” I ask, gesturing to the videos that are set up to give virtual lessons on how to play the instruments.

  “Yeah, is that okay?” she asks.

  I pull her against me, kissing her neck. “Of course it is,” I whisper, my lips against her skin, kissing a path up to her ear. “It’s fucking hot watching you this excited. Go for it.”

  Sienna giggles, rubbing her ass against my dick and only getting me more turned on as she moves over to the set-up and starts trying things out.

  I take a seat on one of the nearby sofas and just watch her, occasionally taking photos and video as she plays random bits of music. I don’t know what it is about this moment or this stop, but watching her like this, is seriously turning me on.

  Maybe it’s seeing her this happy and relaxed or maybe it’s knowing that I’m the reason she’s like this. I don’t know. All I know is I want her, so fucking bad right now.

  “Okay,” she eventually says, letting out a long exhale as she collapses onto the sofa beside me. “I think I’m done.”

  I wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer as I kiss her cheek, her neck and her mouth. “You sure?” I ask. “Looks like you were having a lotta fun out there.”

  She looks up at me, her eyes shining with happiness. “It was amazing,” she breathes out, a huge smile on her face. “Thank you, Reid, seriously. This has been absolutely perfect.”

  “Mmmm,” I say, nuzzling her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “I think you’re the one that’s perfect.”

  Sienna’s hand slides up my thigh, her fingers brushing over my dick and making me moan. “Maybe we should go find our hotel,” she whispers, her mouth at my ear.

  “Yes,” I grunt. “But one more thing to do first.” I nip at her lobe, my tongue tracing the shell of ear and I feel her fingers tightening on my crotch, my dick so hard beneath her touch.

  “Oh yeah?” she breathes out. “What’s that?”

  I squeeze her thigh, pulling her even closer so she’s practically on my lap. “You gotta create some merch for your band.”

  “Huh?” she says, pulling back a little.

  I open my eyes and stare down at her, hunger coursing through my veins. “Merchandise,” I repeat, pointing to the area across the way. “You’ve gotta create something.”

  Sienna glances over before quickly turning back to me, her eyes wide. “Yes,” she half shouts, jumping off the sofa. She grabs my hand, pulling me to my feet as I attempt to readjust my dick in my jeans.

  I am seriously so turned on right now.

  “What are we gonna name our band?” she asks, as she leads me over to the touch screen computers.

  “Our band?” I ask, standing behind her. “You’re the star here.”

  Sienna glances over her shoulder, looking up at me, a smile on her face. “Okay, you can be my roadie then.”

  I chuckle. “What about your groupie?” I suggest. “Isn’t it the groupies who get to sleep with the rock star?”

  Sienna grins, taking a step back so her ass is pressed against my dick again, her body flush with mine. “If you play your cards right,” she whispers.

  “Is that so?” I murmur, my mouth at her ear again as I slip my hands under her t-shirt, my fingers brushing over the skin of her stomach before moving higher until I reach her breasts.

  “Reid,” she warns, squirming and only making the situation in my pants worse. “There are cameras here.”

  I nip at her skin, before pressing kisses up her neck. “Guess you’d better hurry up then,” I tell her. “Before I can’t stop myself.”

  “Shit,” she breathes out, her fingers now flying over the touch screen while I continue to tease and torment her with my fingers. I can feel her nipples harden at my touch, her pulse rate increase as my mouth sucks and kisses her neck and I know this is driving her just as crazy as me.

  “Okay,” she eventually says, her hands finding mine and pulling them out of her t-shirt.

  “Hey!” I complain.

  She bumps her ass into
me. “Behave,” she warns.

  I chuckle, pulling my hands from hers as I slide them down to her hips, gripping hard and pulling them back against my hardness. “Like that’s ever gonna happen.”

  She laughs now, swatting at my arm as she points to the screen and says, “Well, what do you think?”

  I look up, my heart flipping in my chest when I see what she’s created. It’s a band logo, a white crest set against a black background. Inside the crest are the initials R&S, with the name The Road Trippers written above and US Tour written below. Underneath that is the name of every place we’ve stopped at along the way. Starting with Hawthorn, California and ending with Providence, Rhode Island listed as our final destination.

  “Wow,” I exhale. “That’s seriously fucking awesome.”

  “Right?” she says, looking up at me, a sexy smile on her face.

  “Shit yeah, and we are totally printing this out,” I say, selecting a huge poster option, before swiping my credit card and hitting print.

  Ten minutes later, we are walking out of the building. Sienna is holding our band poster in her hands, unable to stop looking at it as I lead her back to the car. It’s after six o’clock now and as we get in, I quickly type in the address to the hotel into the GPS.

  “Wow, it’s late,” Sienna says, glancing at her phone.

  “Uh huh.”

  “Are we going to check in and then get some dinner?”

  “Nope,” I say, shaking my head.

  “No? What are we doing?”

  I pull out of the parking lot, listening to the directions as they guide us to our hotel. It’s not far, thank god, cause I’m not sure how much longer I’m gonna last at this point. “We’re checking in,” I tell her, quickly looking over. “But we aren’t leaving.”

  Sienna gives me a confused look. “And dinner?”

  I swallow hard, running my hand down her thigh to her hand before lifting it and putting it against my dick. “Room service, Sie.”