him.
“Freaking lawsuit,” he muttered.
He almost forgot about it once they got inside. They hadn’t played this club in a long time, but it felt like the old days, before all the publicity and fame became a thing they had to deal with, when they could just be Savage Heart and get laid.
Soren smiled. Many a good time had been had in this club.
He felt even better when he saw the rest of the band, all of them geared up and ready to go. The energy of the place, the crowd, the stage. Fuck. Yes. Soren could feel his blood rising to it, felt his mind rove over it, felt it all come back to the things he wanted to do to Cate—to the way he was sure her legs would feel over his shoulders, the way her muscles would tighten, the way she would shudder—and damn it if he didn’t feel the solo he needed welling up.
“On stage, Dec!” he shouted over the roar as the crowd got to see who they were. “Let’s go!”
They were only halfway through the song when a skinny guy in a button-down shirt with coffee stains and a pair of khakis jumped on stage. Soren laughed, thinking it was one of those viral publicity stunts, something the club was doing, right up until the skinny guy handed him the papers.
“Soren Andersson?”
“What do you think?”
“You’ve been served.”
Soren cursed, trying to reroute all that adrenaline while he tore through the papers. All he needed was a name. He just needed the name, and he might be able to figure out what the hell was going on.
Daniella Collins.
Daniella had worked as a sound tech on one of their tours. Brilliant. Funny. Beautiful. And for a few weeks, she’d been Soren’s sub.
chapt ther 5
Cate stared at her phone and dared it to buzz again.
Dared it.
She had actually been almost happy for a moment, starting her research on Soren by reading the Savage Hearts book. Granted, the happiness had been of the more conflicted variety, given the choice Soren had offered her at their meeting: him, or the case. Submitting to Soren—God, just thinking that felt wild and wonderful and more than a little bit crazy—or leading a case that she knew only she could win, and do it while uncovering her ex-husband’s involvement.
All that said , this was definitely not a book she could read at the office. Way, way too many opportunities to get lost, thinking about Soren. She’d met the man, so she could actually see him doing the things Molly Ward described, and that made for interesting reading. She was grateful Molly hadn’t gone into detail with Soren’s sexual conquests; just the allusions were enough to make Cate feel warm and weak and wholly unprofessional.
Soren’s magnetism just dripped off of the page.
And maybe Cate was biased, given her apparently raging attraction to the man, but in a book that was ostensibly about the story of Savage Heart’s reunion and Molly and Declan’s love, what stood out most for her was actually Soren. Molly and Declan were beyond sweet, but Soren was this ever-present mystery, a proud, silent, dominating man who went through women like…well, like a rock star. And then one of the women fell apart after a break-up, Soren blamed himself, Declan kicked him out, and Soren lost everything he cared about.
But the thing that Cate kept coming back to was this: even when Declan didn’t want him around, Soren still cared about Declan being happy. He still showed up when it mattered. Soren’s intervention got Molly and Declan together in the end.
Cate tried to pretend she was wearing her flinty-eyed lawyer mask while doing this research, but that might have gotten to her, just a teeny tiny bit.
And that Soren was the same Soren that had towered over her in the bar. Who had lifted her to a safe place, shielded her with his body, and then pointed out the iron rings that he would use to…
Jesus.
It was also the same guy who had somehow gotten her to admit that she was a submissive. Maybe. And that she was afraid that meant she’d always
“Freaking lawsuit,” he muttered.
He almost forgot about it once they got inside. They hadn’t played this club in a long time, but it felt like the old days, before all the publicity and fame became a thing they had to deal with, when they could just be Savage Heart and get laid.
Soren smiled. Many a good time had been had in this club.
He felt even better when he saw the rest of the band, all of them geared up and ready to go. The energy of the place, the crowd, the stage. Fuck. Yes. Soren could feel his blood rising to it, felt his mind rove over it, felt it all come back to the things he wanted to do to Cate—to the way he was sure her legs would feel over his shoulders, the way her muscles would tighten, the way she would shudder—and damn it if he didn’t feel the solo he needed welling up.
“On stage, Dec!” he shouted over the roar as the crowd got to see who they were. “Let’s go!”
They were only halfway through the song when a skinny guy in a button-down shirt with coffee stains and a pair of khakis jumped on stage. Soren laughed, thinking it was one of those viral publicity stunts, something the club was doing, right up until the skinny guy handed him the papers.
“Soren Andersson?”
“What do you think?”
“You’ve been served.”
Soren cursed, trying to reroute all that adrenaline while he tore through the papers. All he needed was a name. He just needed the name, and he might be able to figure out what the hell was going on.
Daniella Collins.
Daniella had worked as a sound tech on one of their tours. Brilliant. Funny. Beautiful. And for a few weeks, she’d been Soren’s sub.
chapt ther 5
Cate stared at her phone and dared it to buzz again.
Dared it.
She had actually been almost happy for a moment, starting her research on Soren by reading the Savage Hearts book. Granted, the happiness had been of the more conflicted variety, given the choice Soren had offered her at their meeting: him, or the case. Submitting to Soren—God, just thinking that felt wild and wonderful and more than a little bit crazy—or leading a case that she knew only she could win, and do it while uncovering her ex-husband’s involvement.
All that said , this was definitely not a book she could read at the office. Way, way too many opportunities to get lost, thinking about Soren. She’d met the man, so she could actually see him doing the things Molly Ward described, and that made for interesting reading. She was grateful Molly hadn’t gone into detail with Soren’s sexual conquests; just the allusions were enough to make Cate feel warm and weak and wholly unprofessional.
Soren’s magnetism just dripped off of the page.
And maybe Cate was biased, given her apparently raging attraction to the man, but in a book that was ostensibly about the story of Savage Heart’s reunion and Molly and Declan’s love, what stood out most for her was actually Soren. Molly and Declan were beyond sweet, but Soren was this ever-present mystery, a proud, silent, dominating man who went through women like…well, like a rock star. And then one of the women fell apart after a break-up, Soren blamed himself, Declan kicked him out, and Soren lost everything he cared about.
But the thing that Cate kept coming back to was this: even when Declan didn’t want him around, Soren still cared about Declan being happy. He still showed up when it mattered. Soren’s intervention got Molly and Declan together in the end.
Cate tried to pretend she was wearing her flinty-eyed lawyer mask while doing this research, but that might have gotten to her, just a teeny tiny bit.
And that Soren was the same Soren that had towered over her in the bar. Who had lifted her to a safe place, shielded her with his body, and then pointed out the iron rings that he would use to…
Jesus.
It was also the same guy who had somehow gotten her to admit that she was a submissive. Maybe. And that she was afraid that meant she’d always
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