Page 6 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“Do you need pain meds, anything?” The packet on the dresser hadn’t been touched since last night. “Why did you have to stay in for two days?”

“Because the whole fucking country’s on lockdown. The minute I said I was a musician, they wanted do surgery. Which meant staying in hospital and going through a shit-load of testing.”

“Why?”

“I don’t fucking know, Sydney. I’m not a fucking doctor and right now, I’m not even a musician.”

“Devon, come and hang with us.”

“I’m not your fucking boyfriend.”

“Okay, talk to me.”

“You fuckin’ left.”

“I had every right.”

“You fucking left me.”

“I left Xavier.” I didn’t care if the others heard, or if Chase embraced his jealousy while Devon and I got rid of our frustration.

“And as you keep telling us, you’re only here because of Xav.”

“I left him. Not you.”

“Well, what if I fucking wanted you to stay?”

The smart choice would have been to leave and talk to Chase. Share coffees and probably a lot more. No angry conversation. Chase would want kisses and declarations of a tomorrow. But, my actions since going into lockdown hadn’t been smart. I’d followed my heart and hormones.

“Can I get you some water for your pain meds? Do you need help changing the dressing?”

“I need you to hold my cock while I take a piss. I need you to hold my cock and rub one out for me. I need a hell of a lot of things.” Devon’s anger knew no bounds. “But since you’re here with Xav and I assume the two of you made up with Jax last night or on your breakfast date today, just fuck off.”

“Devon, no.”

I hadn’t even taken a step backwards when Devon jumped up. In one motion, he’d closed the gap between us, grabbed my arm and spun me around onto the bed. Squealing, as much in shock as concern for his hand.

With one arm and an entire body, he pinned me to the bed. When I stopped wriggling, he pulled up enough to grab my wrists with his good hand. His bandaged hand pressed against my chest. Not enough strength to hold me if I wanted to leave, but his point well taken.

Devon, my angry fuck. My furious fuck. The man who could take me from flirting to screaming his name in thirty seconds.

Devon was not happy.

“You fucking left.”

My heart raced, unable to look away and unwilling to push Devon away.

“Why? Sydney, why’d you leave? Why’d you leave me?”

With Xavier standing at the door, I chose my words carefully.

They were both my lovers. Only Xavier was my man.

“Because you weren’t a reason to stay.”

Devon didn’t stop me from reclaiming my wrists. He didn’t resist when I bucked my hips to wriggle free.

Xavier didn’t try and stop me from shoving past, needing space and fresh air.

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