Chapter Eight

~Tony's POV~

When we woke up the next morning, there was no sign of the guys. Colt was spooning with me, bare skin warm against my own. I smiled at the thought of what had happened the night before, remembering Colt's raw passion for me. Shifting, I ran a hand through her hair, which was tangled and wild. "Morning, babe."

She turned, eyes sleepy. "Morning, Tony."

"You feeling okay?" I asked, hoping I hadn't completely outdone her.

Colt grinned at me. "I feel amazing."

I smiled at her, and kissed her gently. Her lips were soft and tired against mine, and I knew she needed to sleep. But I would rather the guys not walk in on us naked, so I pulled her to sit up in my arms. She leaned against my chest, and I saw all of the bruises down her body. I had ignored them last night, but now I really noticed them. Her arms were not only bruised, but both were covered in deep scars and cuts. I could hardly bear to look.

"Let's get dressed." I said, picking her up. She stretched like a cat in my arms, and I shivered at her intense beauty. As she melted in my embrace, I wanted so badly a repeat of last night.

"Colt!" I muttered.

"Hmmm?"

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to have to fuck you again."

She grinned up at me. "Tony, you're just asking for it now."

I smiled at her. "What can I say? With you being all sexy in my arms, how am I supposed to resist?" I asked, setting her down and trailing kisses up her neck.

Colt's back arched, and as I moved away she glared at me. "Tony, you tease."

I raised a playful eyebrow. "You call that teasing?"

She nodded.

"I think this is teasing." I said, moving back. I took her hips in my hands, trailing slow kisses up her thighs until I reached her slit. Parting it with my tongue, I explored at her expense, holding her hips down. I felt her need, but all I wanted to do was tease her and make her moan. As her core warmed to me and she groaned my name, I rubbed my hands up her body, raising goose-bumps on her skin. When I heard her getting close, I pulled away. She let out a low whine.

"Now you're just being a dick."

I laughed gently, and kissed her jaw. "Am I now?"

Colt smiled at me. "Ple-ease, Tony?" she begged, shimmying her hips sweetly at me. God, she knew me too well.

I kissed down her stomach. "Since when am I the tease?" I asked, blowing against her belly. Her breath hitched in her throat.

Quickly, I finished her off, eliciting many moans of pleasure from her. When I was done, I picked her back up, looking at the time quickly. The guys could be back any minute now. I chucked her one of my sweatshirts and a pair of her shorts, slipping into my OM&M tank and skinnies. We were right on time, as several moments later the door clicked open.

"Hey guys!" called Mike, stomping in with Jaime and Vic on his heels.

I poked my head out the door and grinned. "Hey! Were you guys in the SWS bus?"

Vic nodded. "Yeah man, there was a huge bus party over there. I texted you."

I shot a guilty smile. "I wasn't checking messages last night."

Jaime slapped me on the back as Colt trodded sleepily into the kitchen from behind me. "Morning guys." She yawned, heaving herself onto the counter. I smiled, looking at the reactions from the guys as she winked at me slyly.

~Colt's POV~

I winked at Tony, making sure that Vic and the guys all saw it. I had a feeling they all knew what had happened last night by now, so I didn't feel reluctant. My eyes drooped in drowsiness, and I still felt Tony's hands on me from the night before.

"So, we're playing in Vegas tonight, right?" asked Jaime.

"Yeah, Vegas."

I grinned. Vegas had always been tempting for me, and now I was actually here. Mike raised an eyebrow at me again.

That night, when the guys had left, I crawled outside and slipped on the top of the bus to look at the beautiful skyline. It was beautifully lit up, and I saw searchlights flash and heard sirens in the distance. This was the life.

The top of the van was freezing, so I hopped back inside and grabbed a blanket so I could lay under the stars. Flopping on the grass, I sighed. In only a two week time period, my life had become vastly more complicated, and I liked it. Running a hand up the aging scars on my arm, I mulled over my relationship with Tony. If it complicated the band, I needed to break it off, but I couldn't hurt Tony. Not ever.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, almost having to shield my eyes from the screen's new brightness. I had received a text from a blocked number. Opening it, my eyes saw what they had not wanted to see.

It was my father again.


Hey guys, it's me again! Sorry this one might be a but short for your taste, but oh well. Deal with it.