Page 59 of Happy Hour

With only a few feet separating each motor coach in the driver’s compound, I’m amazed no one called security on us.

Furniture was broken, sheets were ripped from the bed, and the mattress was half on the bed and half off, leaving us on the only section that remained stable.

Beside me, there was a pillow that somehow was torn, leaving feathers all over the place and our clothes were scattered throughout the forty-five foot motor coach. I couldactuallysee my bra spinning around on the ceiling fan, talk about a wild night.

The alone time seemed to be over with by the sounds of all the commotion going on outside. Either that or security was waiting for us.

I tried to move thinking I was actually going to suffocate any minute if I didn’t free some part of my body. The only problem, I couldn’t move. Body parts were tangled in every direction sealed together by sweat. His body was like fire and he was heavy, really heavy.

Jameson began to stir a few moments later, groggy but stirring.

His head lifted to look up at me. “Jesus,” he glanced around and then frowned at our bodies. “Even in my sleep I’m drawn to you. Can you even move now?”

Freeing one arm from underneath him, I giggled. “Probably not,”

“Fuck, I have to get to practice...but,” he started kissing the other arm that he was still lying on. “I don’t wanna get up.”

And he didn’t get up. Instead, he moved his hips against my leg and then positioned himself between my legs, reaping inhisdetermined benefits.

“Again?” I asked with a slight giggle and then a sneeze when a lone feather tickled my nose. “Is the door locked?” I rolled him onto his back straddling his hips, a position I’d become accustomed to lately.

Jameson gave me a lopsided grin, his eyes sparkling with desire. “Yeah, I locked it last night.” His voice had a certain drawl that made it sound gravely andincrediblysexy.

Another hour later, I was getting dressed in the bathroom when I heard the door to Jameson’s motor coach open.

“Jameson, have you seen Sway?” Alley asked Jameson who was out in the living room portion of the motor coach. “I can’t find her?”

I was hoping Jameson had gotten his own clothes back on. That wasn’t the case when she said, “Jesus Jameson,” I could literally hear her roll her eyes. “put your fucking pants on. The last thing I want to see isyounaked again.”

That would be a no on the clothes, and now I knew what he was referring to the other night about catching him ina worst position.

“I thought I locked that.” Jameson grumbled. I could hear him scrambling around putting his clothes on.

“Well, you—” her voice cut off when she heard a loud bang coming from the bathroom, me.

Apparently, and though I knew this already, I was not being sneaky,still.

In my attempt to get dressed faster, I stumbled and knocked over the shampoo bottle that was on the sink, sending it flying into the granite shower stall. Not at all sneaky.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!

“Who’s in there?” Alley asked.

“None of your fucking business iswho’sin there.” Jameson barked back at her. “Get out.”

I could tell by the pitch of his voice he was starting to get annoyed that everyone kept walking in on us. “Who are you calling?”

“Sway,” Alley snapped at him. “Why do you care?”

Where is my cell phone?

Shit on a shingle...I was screwed. My cell phone was in Jameson’s motor coach, on Jameson’s nightstand, next to Jameson’s bed, where Jameson’s sheets, pillows,andmattress look like a F5 tornado touched down,andit was ringing.

Damn it, I knew I should have put it on vibrate.

I was cut off rather abruptly from my internal perturbing by Alley. “Tell Sway, I was looking for her when she comes out of the bathroom.”

The door slammed behind her followed by a loud thud of what I assumed was Jameson throwing something at the door.

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