Page 11 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

Chase then handed me to Devon, whose hungry mouth claimed me with the frustration of not being able to tie me up in the back of the bus and fuck me all the way back to Meringa. I knew because his gentle hands didn’t hide his descriptive narration whispered between kisses.

“My turn.” Xavier pulled me back into his arms. Cleansing my lips from all others. “We’ll sort it all out back home. The song, the album, recording, and time with you. We’ll sort it, okay?”

About to step up into the bus, two hands grabbed my waist from behind, lifting and spinning me in one motion. Thinking it was Xavier, it was the blonde Adonis who surprised me, yet again.

Lips crashing against mine.

Uninvited, again.

Taking my breath away, again.

Stripping away my morals and panties and thoughts of anyone other than Jax, again.

“One kiss to rule them all.” He set me down.

“One kiss to bind them.” I didn’t know if he was intentionally paraphrasing one of my favorite books, but it was worth a try.

“One kiss to bring them all.” Jax flashed me that billion-watt smile. Yes, it had been intentional.

“And into the bed, bind them.”

“Your chariot awaits, but one of these days, there can be only one.”

“Are we going to trade lines the rest of the way home, because I will win. You might not even make it to the gathering,” I countered. Unfortunately, Xavier didn’t have a clue what we were talking about.

“Long is the way, and hard, that out of hell leads up to the light.” Jax stood, expecting to be victorious.

“What is this shit? You trying to write a love song to win my girl?” Xavier tried to joke, pushing past us for the bus. “Come on, Sydney.”

I stood. The line was familiar, and I could hear the actor, but the film escaped me. Damn. I couldn’t let Jax win.

Then I had it. The line, the film, and the perfect comeback. “This isn’t going to have a happy ending.”

I didn’t even wait for Jax’ reaction before joining Xavier in the bus. Setting a new set of rules, at least for the half an hour trip back to Meringa. Jax and I would talk up front, and Xavier would give us privacy.

I’d never sat this close to Jax without either being pissed off or having him mess with my head. As we headed out of Beringi, I sat and listened. His baritone growl igniting a trail of nerves from ears to groin. Bypassing my brain, and only stopping into my heart for a refresher course on the destruction his kisses caused.

Legs crossed, I curled against the door. Perfectly positioned to watch and listen. Taking my time to take him in. Blonde hair, slightly darker than it appeared under lights or in the sun. But it was his eyes and gorgeous long eyelashes that made his profile unique. Women around the world would have to agree, no man should be so blessed with eyelashes designed to catch snowflakes or sandcastles.

“Are you going to catch up with her?” I meant hook-up, but couldn’t bring myself to say the words.

“Who?” His smirk gave away his lack of innocence.

“Implants.” Okay, my bitchiness just told him at least one of us cared.

“I might add her to the waiting list.”

“You have a waiting list?”

“You’ve heard the rumors.”

“Right. You arrange hook-ups in advance based on the touring schedule.”

“No point wasting time. I arrange for a couple of hook-ups, turn up and make my choice on the night.”

“Have you got one in Meringa?”

“Didn’t plan on being in Meringa, until we got there.”

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