Page 9 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“Tell me the truth, or I’ll make you come right here on the balcony for the entire street to hear.”

I loved all of them.

Fuck. Shit. Damn.

The deal had been to seduce, play with and now enjoy them. Not to fall in love. Xavier, yes. I could be forgiven for falling in love with my man. But falling in love with each of them as individuals? That had never been part of the deal.

“Tell me.”

I couldn’t. Instead, I clenched my legs together, squeezing until his hand was trapped. Twisting my body until Chase yelped.

Controlling my breath, I smiled, “Please let me go.”

Turning, Xavier’s smile was more honest than my own. He’d watched Chase. He might not have heard the words, but Chase hadn’t been hiding his feelings. Xavier’s rule had been simple—us first, last and always. The others were icing on our cake.

“Ready to take me back home?” I sauntered in, collecting empty rappers and coffee cups. “You shouldn’t leave Trent all alone, or he’ll finish writing the song without you.”

“No fucking chance. Dirty Blonde is mine,” Chase growled from the doorway, rubbing his hand.

“Ours.” Xavier corrected as Jax sent me an exaggerated eye-roll. He wasn’t gonna compete in song writing, not while he could pick a different home ground advantage.

“Can’t wait to hear it.”

Xavier’s new verse had been a taste and I couldn’t wait to get back home to bask in my four men, and in the song they’d named Beautiful Brunette until they met me.

“Did you have a good night?” I stood off to the side, flicking through tourist brochures for deep sea fishing and coastal hikes while Jax checked us out of the hotel. The blonde receptionist looked and sounded like a Swedish swimsuit model.

Beautiful.

Flirting with Jax.

Jax, who never slept with a woman more than once.

Jax, one of my men. Even though he hadn’t done anything to claim his prize.

Except, he’d been the one to find me.

My jealousy launched off the planet. Seething, I strutted over, leaving Devon alone.

“Babe?” I draped an arm around Jax’ shoulder. Playfully flicking the strands of hair around his neck. “Are we all good?”

“Four guys in one room? We usually only see that during football season.” The receptionist wasn’t put off by my show of possession. To my dismay, she reached over towards Jax, dropping her ample chest on the desk and giving him a free sample of what she had to offer. “Although the women who turn up usually charge by the hour and don’t usually stay the night.”

“Jax, Xavier should be bringing the bus around the front.” My personal vow to never set foot in this hotel again wouldn’t amount to much. I hated how desperately I wanted Jax to close her down and return those cobalt blue eyes back to me. Hell, I’d put up with his fierce taunts and vicious banter—as long as I was the only female in his sights.

Was that how it would be as the country exited lockdown? I’d become a jealous hellcat. Wanting to scratch the eyes out of every female who dared to come between me and my men?

“Jax, is it?” The blonde pumped up the cleavage that didn’t need any help. Bitch. “When you don’t want to stand in line for sloppy seconds, give me a call.”

“Bitch.” This time, my inside voice exploded. “Do you try and hook-up with all your guests, or have you run out of footballers and their credit cards?”

“Syd, chill.”

It wasn’t Jax’ voice. Or Jax’ hand around my waist.

Devon ran his bandaged hand down my back while his other interlinked my fingers around my waist. “Syd, come on. The cars are out the front.”

I stood, frozen. Wanting Jax to turn away from the receptionist. Instead, he took the business card with her scribbled phone number. Kissing it before putting it into one of his front jeans pockets. “Close to where you belong.”

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