I run my finger over the words. “I like this one.”

Trip rotates his wrist to check which one I was referring to. “Me too. It’s true. Music is in my blood. I love it. I don’t think I could ever fully give it up.”

I prop myself up on an elbow. “I love that you are so passionate. Why did you stop playing?”

He pauses for a long moment, like he’s searching for an answer. “I still play actually.”

“I’d love to hear you play sometime.”

He grins. “I’d like that.”

My eyes wander up his arm to the words Black Falcon written on his shoulder. I touch his skin where the inked words appear. “Isn’t this a band’s name?”

Trip’s eyes widen and his body stiffens. “Yes.”

I tilt my head. It seems kind of childish to get something like that permanently tattooed into his skin, but I’ve heard of people doing crazier things before. I guess if you love something enough to put on your body forever, it’s a good way to always remember being passionate about something. I don’t want him to think I’m judging him for that. I can see how nervous he is just by me bringing it up. “I didn’t know you were such a huge fan.”

He relaxes and smiles. “Yeah. I’m a big fan. Do you like them?”

I shrug. “I’ve only really heard that song you were signing in the office.”

“Ball Busting Bitch?”

I laugh at how ridiculous the name of it is. “That’s the one. The radio played that one out.”

He laughs too. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Other than that, I’ve never really listened to any of their music,” I admit.

“They’re an okay band.”

Talking about music and bands makes me wonder about his regular job. “I never did ask what band you worked for.”

He bites his lip and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Believe it or not, I actually work for Black Falcon.”

My mouth drops open and sit up quickly, pulling the sheet up to cover my bare chest. “Are you serious?”

He tucks his arm behind his head. “Yep. Why are you so excited all of the sudden? I thought you weren’t a fan.”

“I’m not.” The possibilities of somehow using the bands fame to help promote the track rushes through my brain. “Are you good friends with the guys in the band?”

Trip smirks. “I guess you could say that.”

“This is perfect! I know how we can save the track.”

Trip raises an eyebrow. “How’s that?”

I turn towards him. “Do you think they would come and play a couple songs if we set up a race here at the track? If we had a major band perform here, we’d draw all kinds of sponsors, press and riders from all over the world. It would be exactly what this place needs.”

He bites his bottom lip, like he’s considering what I’ve asked. “Is that what you want? You don’t think the investor’s money will be enough?”

I shake my head. “Not to put the business back on top. Besides, you said the drummer of the band you work for is the investor, right? He would probably love to see this place make money, so he’d convince the other guys to come here. What do you think?”

He sighs and touches my face. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll do my best to make it happen.”

I squeal and hug him. “Thank you. This will mean so much to this place and to Dad.”

He rubs my back as I pull back and kiss his lips. The simple peck between us turns passionate as he opens his mouth and slides his tongue against mine. My hands find their way into his hair and his hand slips down my back, shoving the sheet down until he reaches my ass. His strong hands grip my ass and he pulls me on top of him.

I’m afraid I’m becoming addicted to this sexy man.

TRIP

The moment Holly leaves the room I throw my head back against the pillow.

Shit.

I’ve gotten myself into a huge fucking mess by lying to her all this time. I should’ve told her before who I was, but I was afraid she would never give me the time of day if she knew I was famous. She doesn’t like people like me—words from her own mouth.

The moment the guys all come here, or the moment she Google’s the band, it’s all over. She’ll either forgive me and we can move on, or she’ll hate me forever.

I sit up and grab my pants from the floor. I dig my cell phone out of the pocket and dial Tyke’s number. “What’s up, baby brother. You ready to come back yet? It’s boring as shit without you here.”

I roll my eyes and fight back the urge to argue with him about the age thing, but don’t because I know there’s no time. “Hey, bro. I have a favor to ask.”

Tyke sighs into the phone. “What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“No trouble, but I do need something from you. Well, from all the guys.”

“Oh? Should I be afraid to even ask what that is?”

I shake my head eve though I know he can’t see me. “I need you all to come here and play a couple songs. That’s it.”

“You know the other guys aren’t going to want to leave their women right now. That’s the reason we’re on break in the first place.”

“They can bring them too. Holly and I want to set up a benefit, slash motocross competition here and we need something to draw people in.”