Page 4 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“I don’t know. For leaving us. Leaving them. For forgiving me instead of picking one of them. For us sneaking out this morning when I know Jax still wants his turn.”

“Turn?” My eyes didn’t exaggerate my scorn. “Seriously, I think the whole turn thing is over. Jax had two days to play with me. Find out what I like and not. He didn’t want his turn days ago and I think the rules have changed.”

“Guess we need to find out what those rules are, then. Grab more coffees on the way back?”

“Whatever it takes, to inspire you guys to finish the song.”

“I don’t just want Dirty Blonde ready for public release. I want a whole, fucking album!” Xavier spun me into a spontaneous embrace. Grinding against me as we stood at the edge of the stairs. Back down, towards the beach? Or, keep going to the hotel room and the others?

“Need some inspiration?” I didn’t care who saw my hands cover his chest, sneaking back down his waistband to fondle my favorite toy. Hard. Again. No mistaking how he felt about me, or I him.

“Fuck, Sydney. I missed you.” He extracted my hands, kissing each fingertip until he might as well have been kissing my pussy.

“You’ve got me slammed against a broken door, shattered glass like shattered pride.

Distractions. Complications. Between us. Drowning out your cries.

I ask again a simple question but you do not fucking care

Tell me what you want, my dirty blonde. Ask me if you dare.”

Xavier sung the words while we walked. Refusing to slow down or meet my eye.

“What was that?”

“Latest verse. It needs some work.”

“Xav,” I whimpered. From his lips, the words sounded so raw. Naked. “I don’t know what to say.”

“I love seeing you with them. I love having you all to myself. This is so fucking messed up and I can’t think straight.”

“Xav, we don’t have to have all the answers today. Last night proved we can chill and hang out without sex getting in the way.”

“Yeah.”

“You, me, we come first.” As soon as I said it, I knew Xav needed more. “You still come first. The others are still the icing on our cake.”

“The milk in your coffee!”

“The bubbles in my champagne.”

“Tell me what you want.”

We stood in the foyer of the hotel. The judgy receptionist checking out Xav in all his post-fucking glow. My man. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to go upstairs and join my new crazy family. Four men wanted me, and it no longer mattered what Trent wanted. Because the answer to Xavier’s question had never been easier.

“You.”

“Now, there’s a sight for sore eyes.” Jax drawled as Xavier led me back into the hotel room. The television blaring and a naked Jax lay back on the bed, sheets on the floor. Getting a full view of his golden tan should not have made my pussy twitch. Not after what Xavier and I had shared. But, there was no mistaking our chemistry. Probably why we were in a constant lust-hate battle.

“Oh, so glad you missed me.”

“Not you, beautiful.”

“Mate,” Xavier adopted the same tone. “Just ‘cause we spent the night in bed together—”

“Xav!” I squealed. The only skin on skin contact between bodies last night had been with me.

“Chill, babe. I’m not talking about your beautiful ass or your ugly asshole boyfriend. The coffee. Stat.”

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