Page 39 of Revelry

“No fucking way. Come look at this,” Zed crows. And Levi and I both move to the back of the bus. The room is pretty big, considering it’s a tour bus. There’s a flat screen attached to one wall, a fish tank built into the other, and the floor and ceiling are decked out with neon blue piped lights. It’s a pretty sweet set-up, and then Zed pushes a button and Deb’s legs go out from under her. She flops back onto the couch, which is no longer a couch but a queen-sized horseshoe-shaped bed that takes up almost the entire back room.

Zed launches himself onto the leather mattress beside Deb and folds his muscled arms behind his head, stretching out to his full height. His feet still hang off the end of the bed, but it’s a pretty big bed by all accounts. I imagine Ali stretched out across it, her red hair strewn over the soft matte leather as she comes with my mouth on her pussy and I fold my arms across my chest and grin. Then I turn and look at Levi and see that he’s more than likely thinking the same thing.

And then I glance at Zed and notice him watching my sister. “Atwood, get off that bed with my fucking sister.”

“I call dibs,” Deb says, and we all turn to glare at her. In true Deb fashion she remains unfazed.

“No fucking way,” I say.

“You can’t call dibs, Deb, you’re not even a band member,” Levi says.

“Sorry, princess, but unless you’re planning on sleeping with all of us in a puppy pile, that’s not happening,” Zed says.

“No one is sleeping anywhere with my sister,” I add, eyeing down every motherfucker in that room with a penis. Even Ash, who didn’t protest when Deb tried to lay claim to the bed.It’s the quiet ones you have to watch.

“Hey, screw you,” Deb says to me. “I’m not the sibling who gets bitches pregnant. If anyone should be abstaining here it’s you. And Levi,” she adds, looking him over with disgust. “Quinn definitely doesn’t need to be adding to the gene pool.”

“Yeah one awesome Quinn is enough … for now. But I’m all for practicing safe sex.”

“Well I say we sort out some kind of roster,” Deb says. “Because I am not sleeping in one of those cramped little bunks when there’s a bed this big going unused.”

“Who says it’s going to go unused?” I say.

At the same time Levi says, “Oh, it will be used.”

“She’s not sleeping with either of you,” Deb counters. “She already said as much.”

Ash laughs. “You’re just sore that you didn’t win the bet.”

Deb rolls her eyes. “Oh whatever. Nobody clarified that it was sexual intercourse. Technically, they did have relations.”

“I jacked off into my hand on the plane too,” Levi lies down on the other side of Deb, and she shoves at his shoulder because apparently it’s too close for her liking. “Does that mean me and Mrs Palmer had relations?”

“Shut up, nobody wants to hear about you jacking off, Levi.”

“Actually, there is something I’ve always wondered,” Zed ventures.

“I’m not gonna let you suck it, man. So quit asking.” Levi laughs.

“Fuck you, cunt features,” Zed says. “Do you have more come than everyone else?”

“Eww,” Deb protests.

“I don’t know. How much come does everyone else have?”

“Where the fuck do you get condoms, man?” I ask, because that’s something I’ve always wanted to know. I’m not huge, but like any guy I like to think I’m of ample length and girth, and an XL in most condom brands is really fucking tight on me. It’s not that I’m unhappy about it, but it’s the reason I have a one-year-old walking around. I can’t imagine trying to cover up a twelve-inch cock with one of those fuckers.

He smirks. “I get ’em custom made.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Dude, I never joke about my cock.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, the light glinting off the spiked piercing through his brow. “You gonna back out now?”

“In your fucking dreams. She wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me,” I say, and then I cringe internally because I didn’t want any of them to know about that.

“How the fuck do you figure that?”

“Because she was one of my demands, remember?” I say, in an attempt to cover my stellar slip of the tongue.

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