Neither one of us said anything after that for a long time.

At one point, as he made out, his hand cupped my breast over my shirt, his thumb grazing my nipple.

He rolled me onto my back, settling between my legs like he'd been there for years. We'd been keeping it easy and sweet in the nights before. He kept kissing me, but it was when I felt him dropping his weight so that our hips pressed together, that I almost cried tears of joy.

Sacha was hot and hard against me. When he started rolling his hips, pressing what felt like a nice, long cock against me, it was only because his mouth was glued to mine that I didn't whimper out loud.

"Jesus, Gaby," he whispered, rolling his pelvis so the ridged head between his legs rubbed the apex of mine through our thin clothing.

I knew that we needed to be quiet, but when his tongue licked my neck before he started sucking softly, I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning like a total porn star on camera. That didn't stop me from wrapping my legs around his waist and arching against him. My hands roamed up and down his spine, smoothing over the taut muscles that were flexing with his hips.

His thumb kept grazing my nipple, slow, steady circles that complimented the steady thrust of his hips and cock. Sacha's mouth was so warm and his tongue so sensual, I couldn't think. That blunt head kept rubbing against me so deliciously that I wished more than anything we weren't in my tiny bunk, surrounded by fifteen other people, fully clothed.

When I felt the start of my orgasm through the pit of my belly, I pressed my forehead to his shoulder as he kept thrusting his hips against my heat. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that I was so turned on I'd probably soaked through my underwear and my sweats. But when I came, with white spots dotting my vision and a silenced cry to his neck, I wouldn't have cared if we were in the middle of the street doing it.

With a few more grinds against me, I felt his whole body tighten under my hands. He shuddered, cursing so quietly it sounded like mumbling. My limbs felt loose and way too happy as Sacha's eyes met with mine and he gave me sly smile, kissing me slowly once more.

"You're killing me," I groaned before he rolled off of me. A huge smile took up my face. I put my head on my palm, and simply savored the sight that was this beautiful man.

Sacha blinked before rolling to his side, stroking his fingertips across my face with a smile. He sighed right before leaning in and sucking on my bottom lip for a moment. "That was better than-," he looked at my eyes and paused, probably thinking better of whatever was originally going to come out of his mouth. "Everything." Sacha gave me a goofy smile before slipping out of my bunk to change.

As I lay there, I smiled, totally blissed out. These next three weeks were going to be awesome. I just knew it.

"You get some of that pink zucchini yet?"

I burst out laughing at Laila's question. I'd borrowed Gordo's laptop to Skype with my bestest friend on the entire planet-not counting the Disciples of Doom and Sacha. It had been more than a month since the last time we'd talked, and I had a lot to tell her in "person" what I didn't want her to find out about via email. We'd already caught up on just about everything else, except the good stuff.

Specifically, my nightly grind sessions.

Just thinking about them got me all hot and anxious.

"Not yet," I grumbled, smiling. "It's hard enough when there's fifteen other people a few feet away."

Laila shook her head as she grinned. "You hussy."

"I never said I wasn't," I laughed.

"But you're finally staying in hostels?"

We were traveling in a sprinter van now that we were in France and staying in hostels and cheap hotels. I was excited to sleep in a real bed. Right. 'A real bed.' We'd go with that. "Yes, we are."

"Good luck with that piece of vegetable!" She winked.

I snorted and gave her a thumbs-up. "I'm going to go vegetarian, just watch."

Her head ducked out of the screen shot, but her loud, rough laugh got clearly picked up by the microphone. Her "there's something seriously wrong with you" made me crack up.

"I'm teaching you my tricks, kid. Take notes."

That made her laugh even harder, the top of her head peeking up at the bottom of the screen. Slowly, she sat up, her dark skin pink and flushed as she wiped at her eyes. "I have my own tricks. The damsel in distress works every time."

I'd always thought that Laila's self-confidence was one of the greatest things about her. That girl knew she was something special.

"Did you tell him about Lucy and Ethel?" she asked.

The memory of that conversation was still fresh. "Oh yeah. He didn't even blink. Later on, he told me he'd thought I was just being modest-"

That had her screeching. "Modest? You?"

"Shut up," I hissed with an amused snicker. "So I like to wear shorts, leave me alone." My brother started bellowing my name out from down the hall, so I sighed. "I need to get going. Eli is hollering for 'Doctor Flabby,' and he sounds like he's dying. I'll email you soon, okay?"

She nodded and blew me a kiss that I blew back before we each logged off Skype. I was putting the computer to sleep when two large hands curved over my shoulders.

"Have fun talking to Laila?" Sacha's voice was low as he spoke.

I looked up at him, grinning. "Always. I miss her."

He smiled back at me before bending over to plant an upside-down kiss on my lips. "Your brother's looking for you. He has a splinter he can't reach, and he refuses to let anyone else try to get it out."

Of course. "Doctor Flabby is on her way."

He snickered. "If you were a doctor and your picture was online, I'd probably become a hypochondriac," he chuckled, taking a step back.

Getting off the chair and slipping the laptop under my arm, I smiled at the guy in front of me who was too good looking for his own good. "Thank you?" I blinked. "I think."

He slipped an arm over my shoulder and pulled me to him a little roughly. "I'd even let you give me a rectal exam."

We both laughed so loud it echoed down the hallway. Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't fall on the floor but that was probably because we were side-by-side.

"Let me go sign up for medical school right now," I told him, slapping his stomach with the back of my hand.

"I'm ready to spread them whenever you are."

Oh my God. I burst out laughing again, slapping my hand over my face. "Let me invest in a good flashlight then."

He dropped his arm and kissed my cheek all sloppy, wet and perfect as he laughed. "Where have you been all my life, huh?"

"In Texas?" I offered with a stupid face.

Sacha just shook his head, grinning, before squeezing my wrist and linking our fingers together. "In that case, I'm glad you got out of there."

It wasn't until we got to Zurich that we were able to stay in a hotel. The hostels we'd stayed in while the bands played Frankfurt and Stuttgart were fine, except I'd been stuck sharing a room with my brother, Mason, and Gordo both nights. The first day I woke up, they'd drawn whiskers on my face with a marker. The second night, I made sure to sleep face down with a sheet over my head. Assholes.

"I have my own room," Sacha informed me when we were in the van heading to the hotel.

I raised my eyebrow at him, grinning. "Oh, really?"

He nodded, narrowing those gray-blue eyes in my direction. "Stay with me. I've missed your big butt up against me."

"Of course you have." I leaned into him. "I'll get Carter to share a room with me so I don't have to listen to Eli singing about you and me sitting in a tree tomorrow morning."

Sacha shook his head, smiling huge. "He told me earlier that if I knocked you up while on tour, we'd have to get married and name the baby after him."

I threw my head back and laughed. "Oh God."

He shrugged. "I'm okay with the terms." Sacha kissed my cheek before lowering his voice. "Let's get started tonight," he teased. At least I think it was a tease.

"What?" I squeaked because the whole baby thing kind of scared the shit out of me. I loved kids, I just wasn't sure if I wanted them anytime soon. Or ever.

"I'm kidding," he smiled gently, reaching out to hold my hand and squeeze it. "At least about the kids. We'll have to figure out something when I have to leave again."

The reminder that this between us was so new, that he lived in one state and I lived in another, sat oddly in my chest. I was so used to seeing him nearly all-day every day that I wasn't sure what we were going to do once the tour was over in a couple weeks. I didn't want to bring it up right then. Sacha saying that we'd have to figure out something gave me a sort of reassurance that he was willing to have something to work on once life went back to normal.

When we got to the hotel, I followed Sacha to his room, flicking off my brother when he started moaning from down the hall, "I'm going to be sick."

I hadn't gotten used to how much smaller everything seemed to be in Europe. The rooms were more compact, and even the shower stall was narrower than I was used to. But I wasn't going to complain as I dropped my backpack on the floor next to the double-sized bed.

"You want to shower first?" Sacha asked.

"You can go first. You're faster than I am," I told him.

He nodded, digging through his backpack for his clothes and toiletries before slipping into the tiny bathroom. In less than ten minutes, he was out, and I thought I'd died. Wearing only a pair of his beloved black basketball shorts, it was a miracle I wasn't standing because I would have fallen over. Sacha had some serious definition to his upper body; there were planes and crevices of muscles over his frame had me drooling in approval.

And the bastard knew it because he just smirked in my direction.

"Shut up," I mumbled as I slipped past him only to reach back and pinch his butt cheek before closing the door. I could hear him laughing from the other side while I showered quickly.

Once I finished getting dressed, I opened the door to find him sprawled on top of the bed, still shirtless, flipping through the channels on the small box television. I smiled before taking a seat next to him. He looked over at me before reaching out to place his hand on my thigh, rubbing up and down the length of it.

I took the time to count the solid bands of ink that striped up his arm. There were thirteen of them total, starting at his wrist and going up his shoulder in perfectly even spacing. "Was there a reason for these?" I asked, knowing his gaze was still on me.

Sacha took my hand with his free one, and placed it on his forearm. "Each band is a reminder of the number of labels that rejected us before we got a yes," he answered. "I like remembering that no matter how successful I might be now or in the future, it wasn't an easy journey." He paused for a moment. "Is that cheesy?"

"No," I snorted, because it wasn't. This was my pretty humble guy who didn't act or look in the way I'd expected him to in the beginning. "I think it's neat." I slid my fingertip around the band covering his elbow. "And the one on your chest?"

He looked down at the thick swirl of black on his pectoral. "I just thought it looked good," he laughed.

I shook my head, snorting. "You're an idiot." I poked his taut stomach. "The one on your neck?" I grazed the piano keys with my fingers and watched as his tipped his head to the side to capture them against his skin.

"It's my favorite instrument. Did you know I started playing when I was three?" I shook my head. "I did. I'm classically trained. I remember my mom sitting behind me on the bench before I was old enough to reach the pedals, trying to teach me."

How cute would that have been? A pale-skinned little boy with crisp black hair and huge gray eyes? Bah. I kept that to myself and instead asked, "You have any more tattoos?"

"One," he said in a flat voice.

"Where?" I asked him suspiciously.

Pale eyes blinked. "On my ass."

"No way!"

"Yes way."

A second later, I was trying to roll him over to look at his ass cheek, but he grabbed onto my wrists to keep me from doing it. "Let me see it," I begged.

"No."

"Come on."

He shook his head, sternly.

"Why not?"

"It's the first tattoo I ever got," he admitted.

I smirked at him, reveling in the fact that he was still holding my wrists. "It can't be that bad." When he didn't say anything in response, I got a little scared. "Seriously. What is it? As long as it isn't a tribal tattoo, it can't be that horrible."

Sacha looked at me for what felt like a long time. "It's of my dog."

I blinked at him. "Shut up."

"It is," he snorted the answer out, smiling too wide for me to take him seriously.

I tried pulling my hands out of his hold, but I couldn't. "You're a damn liar."

He pulled me to him, kissing my throat softly. "Okay, I guess you can see," he murmured against me. A moment later, he was flipping over onto his hands and knees, and I was pulling down his shorts and boxer briefs to one side.

There was nothing there.