Page 24 of Revelry

He laughs. “Why does she need a leash? If she’s that wild, shouldn’t we embrace her true nature and not keep her captive? Maybe pussy is only a bitch because you won’t let her roam free.”

“If I let her roam free, she’d be sinking her claws into any available cock in the apartment,” I say, and then I giggle and whisper, “Jesus Christ I’m such a whore. Although … can you really be a whore if you haven’t had sex in a year, three months and like eight days?”

“You’re not a whore, Ali,” he says and then he frowns. “You really haven’t had sex in that long?”

“I really haven’t. In fact, you should take a look at my poor neglected vagina. There are probably cobwebs covering that thing.”

I hook my fingers into my panties, the only thing I’m still wearing, but Cooper leans across the bed and grabs hold of my forearm. “Will you stop removing your clothes, please? I’m sure you don’t have cobwebs.”

“Why did you want me, Cooper?” I notice his blank expression and hurry to finish that sentence so I don’t look like a jackarse—though I am kinda drunk, and high. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m not getting out of tonight without coming off like a complete arsehole. “Why did you use me as one of your terms? I’m not a bargaining chip.”

“Do we have to go over this again?” he says, and he doesn’t sound impatient, just tired.

“Yes, yes we do.”

“Fine, move the fuck over then,” he says, shuffling me over on the bottom bunk. I don’t know why, though. It’s not like the bed isn’t big enough for us to stretch out.

“You know you could have been on top?” I say, referring to the other bunk, and he edges in closer to me, wedging me between his body and the wall.

“Who says I won’t be?” Coop replies.

“Tease.”

“Says the woman who’s lying topless in my band mate’s bed and telling me I should look at her vagina.” He laughs. “I used you because I thought you were hot.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“Scorching.” I don’t know why, but we both laugh at that. Despite how much he pushes all of my buttons, it feels nice to be lying beside a warm body.

“You have entirely too much clothing on, Cooper Ryan.”

“You have entirely too little on.”

“Again with the trying to cover me up.” I roll into him and point a finger at his chest. “Admit it, Ryan. You don’t like seeing me naked.”

“Ali, I’ve been trying to get my cock to sit the fuck down since you took your shirt off out in the other room.”

I shift onto my side and swing my leg over his, pulling his body closer to mine. He stiffens at first, and then moves closer by lifting his arm and allowing me to curl into the crook of his shoulder as he rests his hand along the line of my body. “You’re a hell of a lot more comfortable than sleeping in my car, Cooper Ryan.”

“You shouldn’t be sleeping in your car. You can come stay with me until we leave for the tour.”

I scoff. “That’s a terrible idea. The two of us alone in your apartment? We’d most certainly have sex.”

“Are we having sex now?”

“No, but we probably would if you weren’t wearing a shirt.”

He chuckles and shifts on the bed, sitting up and removing his shirt, tossing it off towards the door somewhere. He smirks at me and then he slips back down on the pillow, sliding his arm underneath my head.

“Mmmm. Skin. You have really nice boy smell.”

“You have really nice tits.”

“Thanks.” I close my eyes and snuggle deeper, as Cooper buries his face in my hair.

I wake because I’m sweating and drooling all over the pillow, which apparently got a lot harder in the middle of the night. I groan at the pain in my head and wipe at the drool escaping my mouth. Then I wipe at the pillow, which doesn’t so much feel like soft cotton-covered down, but instead feels a heck of a lot like human flesh. I crack open an eyelid and see that I was right; I am sleeping on human flesh. Human flesh that’s warm and very nicely muscled and decorated with tattoos.

“Morning,” Cooper murmurs, and then it’s suddenly all clear. I bolt upright and whack my head on something hard from above.

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