Natalie and Linc finished getting their own beers and joined us. Jesse was supposed to join us later, but I wasn’t going to hold my breath that he actually made it. If I had Layla to snuggle up to back at the hotel I would have a hard time leaving too. I hated that Drake wasn’t able to join us though, but knew that between the temptation to drink and being without Lana he would have been miserable out here with us.

“What house should we go to next?” Natalie asked, taking a big gulp from her beer mug. I was still getting used to her drinking. When she had turned twenty-one a few months ago Drake and I had both started freaking because she was going to the clubs with Linc more and more. If she had been going out with anyone else we probably would have stepped in and done something, but we knew she was safe with Linc. He wasn’t going to touch her like that, and we knew he would keep anyone else from sniffing around too.

Up until she had moved to New York after the crazy stunt that my baby sister, Jenna, had pulled and my stepmother had nearly had me arrested, neither Drake nor I had ever had any brotherly/sisterly affection for Natalie. Then she moved in with Linc and Dallas and started working for Emmie. The three of us had gotten to know each other, and all those overprotective instincts that we still had for Em transferred over to our sister. It felt like we had always been a part of each other’s lives.

“The American Werewolf in Paris is just down that street.” Harper pointed to the right and I swallowed my groan. It wasn’t particularly scary, but there was one part of the maze that had a man with his insides popping out from being attacked by a werewolf.

“Sounds good to me.” Linc pulled out his Front of Line Pass that would get us into the shorter line. Without our FLPs, we would have spent hours waiting in line to walk through a house/maze that only took less than five minutes to experience.

I wrapped my arm around Harper’s waist and we fell into step behind Linc and Natalie as we headed for the next haunted house/maze. “Having a good time, beautiful?” I asked.

“This is perfect, Shane.” She leaned her head against my shoulder as we walked. “Thanks for doing this for me.”

My fingers tightened on her side. “Anything for you, beautiful.” I kissed her and swallowed the rest of my beer before tossing the plastic cup in the next trashcan.

We walked by at least a thousand people waiting in line as we headed to the front of the Front of Line Pass line. It was dark outside and no one really paid us any attention so I wasn’t worried that someone might recognize me or Axton. I wasn’t worried if they did recognize us. It was Harper I stressed about my fans spotting.

The day our engagement was announced she started getting death threats. A mob of girls stood outside of the Rock America headquarters in LA waiting for her for an entire month. When Harper wasn’t with me, she had a bodyguard that went with her everywhere. Especially to work.

Dallas and Axton walked ahead of us through American Werewolf in Paris and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud as Dallas went up to the man in the werewolf suit when he popped his head out of a window. She scratched the top of his head and cooed up at the scary-looking beast. “Ah, poor Jacob. Where’s Bella, boy? Where’s Bella?”

An attendant stepped out of a dark corner. “Miss, no touching.”

Dallas sighed. “Okay. I gotta go now, Jacob.”

When she started to touch the masked man again, Axton grabbed her elbow and tugged her forward. “Let’s go, babe.”

“Bye, Jacob!” she called over her shoulder.

“Oh Gods, Dallas!” Harper was laughing so hard she had tears pouring down her face. “I can’t take you anywhere.”

Jesse found us before we made it to the third house of the night and we stopped for a bag of popcorn and a few more beers. There were seven houses total and the night was still pretty young. All right, I’ll admit it. I was taking my time because I knew the next house was Cabin in the Woods and I knew that there was some fucked up shit in there.

Like the clown room where one of the clowns was lying on the floor in a bloody mess of gore. Yeah, I was going to close my eyes as we walked through that room of the house/maze.

Axton

The first time I laid eyes on her I knew I wanted her. The first time I kissed her I knew she was mine.

It fucked with my head so bad, that I knew that it was what Nik, Jesse, and even fucking Drake had felt when they found the one. So of course I didn’t take it as seriously as I should have. And of course I fucked it up like I tend to fuck up everything that seems to make me happy.

I hadn’t really realized how much I had fucked up until the end. When she offered me that sad but completely bitchy smile and told me it was nice knowing me, but sharing wasn’t her thing. If I had been smart I would have told her the truth then and there. If I hadn’t still been pretending to be the badass rock star that was the face I let the world see, I would have run after her.

Instead I did neither and ended up in limbo for the last two years.

She was right in front of me now, and I was determined to spend the weekend getting her back.

“Damn, it feels good to unwind.” Dallas sighed as we all sat on a bench drinking yet another beer.

Thank all those fucking Gods that Em lived by for beer. Universal Studios was party central. Haunted houses, freaky-as-fuck rides, and plenty of beer. When Shane had first told me this was his idea of a bachelor party I had scoffed at the whole thing. But now I was seeing exactly how brilliant it really was.

I swallowed the last of my beer and tossed it in the trashcan beside me before turning toward the hottest chick I had ever laid eyes on so I could do the one thing I had been aching to do since I had set eyes on her earlier that day. Touch her.

I had been walking around with a semi-hard dick all night and as soon as I touched her bare back, I became rock hard. Being in the rock business for as long as I had, fucking a different chick every night, I could honestly admit to never reacting so strongly like that to another girl in my life.

Dallas stiffened at the first brush of my fingers. She started to turn toward me but I put just enough pressure to elicit a moan from her as I started massaging her shoulders. Her head fell forward. “Please don’t stop,” she begged in that Texas accent that went straight to my dick, making it pulse.

Her muscles were all knotted up and I dug my fingers just a little deeper. She moaned again as I rubbed away the tension in her neck. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail, exposing the long gracefulness of her neck and making my mouth ache to taste her skin there.