Having Hope (The Blow Hole Boys Book 4) Read Free Page B

so beautifully in the music that when I watched her play, I couldn’t look away. Only then did she wear a genuine smile. Only then was I able to get a glimpse of the light within her.
    Her smile changed her appearance completely, and she went from strange and unusual to sweet and friendly in a matter of seconds. It was sad she didn’t smile more often because she went from detrimental beauty to soft and approachable with just a simple tilt of her pouty lips.
    The oddest thing about her, though, wasn’t her awkward sense of style or the hidden shadows in her eyes that only another broken soul could see. It was the fact she obviously hated me, and I had no fucking clue why.
    She wasn’t shy about it at all. Her disdain for me showed in her expression every time she looked at me. Disgust would consume her sweet face, and her cheeks would redden with what I could only assume was anger.
    During the entire tour, she made it a point to stay away from me. She barely looked at me, and when she did, her lips would curl in contempt. She rarely spoke to me, but when she did, it was full of attitude and hatred. And being the sick fuck that I was, I loved every fucking second of it.
    Women threw themselves at me. They generally liked me and liked that I was able to make them laugh. They enjoyed the fact that I could thrill them for a night since most women were always looking for a way to leave reality. I could give them that while I rocked them all night long.
    Hope obviously didn’t give a fuck about any of that.
    She wasn’t anything like other women—whether they were my Red Room friends or the women I fucked—and it drew me to her. It made her interesting to me, and because of that, I watched her a lot.
    I couldn’t figure her out, and I needed to know what it was that made her tick. I wanted to know why the shadows danced behind her hatred, but I never pushed. I let her stay away and kept my distance, as well. 
    As my eyes landed on the woman in my thoughts, her lips went from unexpressive to tilting down in disgust. I could tell by her expression that she could feel my eyes on her. I chuckled at her frown and quickly smacked a hand over my mouth. Tiny turned my way with confusion in his eyes before continuing with the ceremony.
    Hope turned away from Tiny and Constance and looked at me. As usual, her lips curled and her eyes narrowed. I loved it. I loved every fucking second of her hatred. It was legit. Tangible. And for some reason, I respected her more because of it.
    Her gaze dipped to my smiling lips, and she turned away, rolling her eyes. And right there, in front of everyone watching, my cock grew.
    It was sick.
    Disgusting.
    Demented.
    But that was the kind of guy I was.
    I was hard and ready to go, standing in front of a group of people while my best friend got married, but I didn’t care. Everyone knew me. I didn’t hide my freak. Fuck it. I let my dick stand tall against the black slacks.
    I wouldn’t fuck with Hope because I usually didn’t shit where I ate. As far as Hope was concerned, she was now a part of my home since her bandmate was marrying my bandmate. But it was more than that.  Not only was I sure she’d try to kill me if I tried to get in her pants, but Tiny and Constance getting married meant the girls of Red Room Sirens were officially off-limits … as in, no dipping my stick in their sweet spots.
    That didn’t mean I didn’t fantasize about Hope and her tiny claws digging into my skin. It didn’t mean I didn’t think about wrapping my long fingers around her delicate neck and squeezing as I made her come over and over again.
    She would be wild in bed—a freak like me—ready and willing to do anything and everything. Just thinking about all the positions I could put her in—all the things she’d be down for—was almost too much. But I would never go there with her.
    It was wrong. It would form a chasm between the Sirens and the boys when shit went bad between us, which it definitely