Page 5 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“The others awake?” I looked towards the second room.

“Yeah, they’ve already been out for a quick run.”

“And they didn’t think to bring back food or coffee?” If they had, there’d be empty containers over the room and Jax wouldn’t be reaching for his cup with more love than for a woman.

“Devon’s still pissed.” Jax shrugged off the explanation.

“His hand?” I felt more than guilty. After all, Devon had put his fist through the glass pane because I’ve done a runner.

“We don’t do D&Ms.” Jax sniggered, before adding, “But, my money’s on having to sleep in the other room with Chase.”

Five people, two beds. The math didn’t work out so well for Devon and Chase.

“Well, it’s not like he missed out on anything last night.”

“Disappointed we didn’t all want to fuck you into oblivion?” Jax thrust his cock a couple of times towards the ceiling, making his point and typically trying to mess with my head.

Instead, Xavier snaked his arm around my waist, offering me a sip of coffee. “Don’t worry, I made up for it on our walk.”

“Bastard,” Jax sighed under his breath. His anger, justifiably thrown my way.

“Xav!” I shot back, pushing my lover away. He had no reason or right to throw what we’d done down at the beach in Jax’ face.

“Morning, Sydney.” I turned as Chase glided into the room. If Xavier was all dark dreads screaming of a dirty fuck, and if Jax was the blonde version of every woman’s Hemsworth crossed with Brad Pitt – the Legends of the Fall version – then Chase was the Ninja Warrior. Graceful. His every muscle having a purpose—and a postcode. His light brown fringe needed a trim, covering light hazel eyes which reminded me of sun glistening across wet sand. Fresh from a shower, wet hair hang across his shoulders, not yet pulled into his usual man bun.

Beautiful and graceful.

My eyes coveted his body before dropping to his hands. Chase’s thumbs should have their own YouTube channel. And what they could do to a woman’s body would make TikTok explode. Chase.

“Morning, Chase.” For him it wasn’t the sexual banter I had with Devon, or the hot and cold crap I shared with Jax. Chase defied even my relationship with Xavier. No matter how many times Chase joined me and Xavier in bed, it might as well have been just the two of us. His hands paid no respect to where Xavier’s wanted to go. His kisses claimed me no matter whose turn.

Xavier made me feel wanted, but with Chase, I felt loved.

“Join me for coffee?” He nodded towards the small balcony.

“How’s Devon’s hand?” I wanted to know about more than his hand, but it would be a start. Devon’s mood last night seemed to swing in direct proportion to his pain meds and my attention.

“He’ll live.”

Chase had already taken a couple of steps towards the sliding door, but I didn’t follow. “I’ll be out there in a second, okay?”

Grabbing Devon’s breakfast, I left Xavier still puffed up in his post-fuck glow, Jax willing me to notice what I’d been missing, and Chase’s shadow.

If I couldn’t pick between these men, I needed to put our crazy family back together. Starting with Devon.

Except, Devon lay on the edge of the double bed. A row of pillows building an unnecessary wall between him and Chase. Hands clasped behind his head. Black on black eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“Didn’t feel like joining us?” I spoke when it was clear that he wouldn’t. Hell, he wouldn’t even grace me with a look. “How’s your hand today?”

“Pretty fucking hard to play the keyboard with one hand.”

I didn’t know what to say. Did he want me to do apologize for something that wasn’t my fault?

I’d left.

I had every right to leave. He got pissed off and smashed his hand.

Not. My. Fault.

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