Tamed (Torn #5)(46)

“We’re fine, Adam. Relax. I like your dick too much to get rid of you.”

He smiled at that, his whole body relaxing. “It is a really nice dick. I mean, look at it.”

He stood and started to pull his shorts down, but I stopped him. I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“I’ve already seen it numerous times, but thanks for the offer.”

He winked at me. “Anytime, babe.”

I glanced at the clock on the wall. “We should probably head downstairs. You guys will be leaving soon.”

He nodded before pulling me to my feet. His mouth sought mine, and he kissed me softly, so softly that it took my breath away. I didn’t know he had it in him.

He pulled away without another word and walked to the door. He grabbed his bag off the floor before opening the door and disappearing through it. I sighed before following him. We walked down the stairs in silence. When we walked outside, everyone else was already standing around the bus.

I moved away from Adam and tackled Chloe from behind. She squealed as I jumped onto her back, my weight toppling us both over. I laughed as we fell to the ground.

“Jesus, Amber!” Chloe shouted, fighting not to smile.

I poked her in the ribs, and she lost it.

“Asshole,” she said.

“But you love me anyway.” I said as we climbed to our feet. Once we were both standing again, I pulled her into a hug. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too. But it’s not like we’ll be gone for long. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I can’t wait,” I said.

Logan joined us. He wrapped his arms around both of us, picking us up off the ground in the biggest bear hug ever. I laughed as he put us back down. The terrible threesome would always have each other’s backs. I had no doubt about it.

“I love you guys,” Chloe said as we separated.

“We love you, too,” I told her.

Drake walked over to us and wrapped his arms around Chloe from behind. His eyes never left Logan. My own eyes were rolled so far back into my head that I could see my brain. Okay, maybe not but close. Jealous much?

“You ready?” Drake asked her.

“Yeah.” She gave us one last smile before walking toward the bus.

Adam brushed past me, stopping long enough to whisper into my ear, “I’ll see you soon. I’ll call when we get back. If you’re lucky, I might even text you a few times between now and then.”

I swatted his ass as he moved away from me. That had to be the most unromantic good-bye ever.

Adam glanced back at me once when he reached the bus. His eyes hardened as he looked past me. I turned to see Jordan a few feet away from me. He smirked at Adam before stepping up to me and throwing his arm around me.

“Cut it out,” I mumbled as I tried to remove his arm.

“Nah. This’ll give him something to think about while he’s gone,” Jordan mock-whispered to me.

I looked back to Adam. He was still staring at us with his fists clenched at his sides. He shook his head once before climbing onto the bus.

It’s just a month. I can handle a month away from him, I thought as he disappeared.

Little did I know, it’d be much longer than a month—much, much longer.





Morgantown, West Virginia

If there was one thing I knew for certain, it was the fact that life was constantly throwing curveballs. It seemed even the most solid of plans could change in a moment, altering the future so distinctly that I could only sit there and stare at fate, wondering what the f*ck had happened.

It seemed that my group of friends had more curveballs thrown at us than anyone else in the world. Fate could have at least handed us a cookie and maybe a bottle of Jager to help us as we tried to figure out what the f*ck to do.

Cosmic whiplash wasn’t f*cking cool—at all.

Adam didn’t come home at the end of the summer. None of the band did. They’d signed with a label in California only a few weeks after leaving Chloe’s aunt’s house. When Adam had texted me to let me know what was happening, I tried not to care that I would probably never see him again. At least he’d texted.

I did care though. I cared a whole lot.

Thankfully, I had something to distract me from my own problems—Chloe’s problems. She’d left Drake less than two weeks after going on tour with them. It’d turned out that Drake had a little problem with illegal substances—mainly cocaine. That would’ve been hard on anyone, but add in the fact that Chloe’s mother had been a drunk and an addict—well, it wasn’t hard to imagine how badly it crushed her.

Once we made it back to West Virginia, Logan and I spent almost all our free time with Chloe. We even rented a place instead of staying in a dorm so that we could be around her. Neither of us wanted to leave her on her own for long. For the first few months, she was almost comatose. I’d never seen her like that before, not even when her mom had died.

Adam kept in touch—kind of. He’d text me once or twice a month. I almost wished he hadn’t. Every time I saw his name appear on my cell phone screen, I’d want to throw it. I still cared about him, and being forced to read his messages was pure torture. And I was being forced. My mind would scream at me to delete them, but I couldn’t. I would have to know what he wanted to tell me. If I ignored them, I’d have a constant ache in the pit of my stomach.