Page 40 of Revelry

“Bullshit,” Deb says, and she sits up on the bed, smirking at me because I never could lie to her.

I sigh. “Vanessa was going to fire Ali. She agreed to a probation period. They weren’t happy with Ali in that meeting. Harbour didn’t pay for her ticket—I did.”

“What the fuck, man?” Levi says, sitting up too.

“Just don’t tell her. She’ll be crushed if she finds out they were looking for a way to give her the boot.”

“She’s going to find out eventually, dude,” Zed says. “And then she’s going to hate you for not being upfront with her.”

“Just … let me do this my way. If she knew she was on such tenterhooks she never would have come.”

“And you just couldn’t live with that, could you?” Deb says snidely.

“Listen, I need you to go easy on her. She needs this opportunity. If she gets back and they fire her anyway, who the fuck cares? She’ll have been on the road with us for three months. At the end of that time she’ll have more experience than half of the idiots at that company. We’ll all vouch for her and she’ll be one step closer to the career she actually wants, instead of a coffee girl.”

“Hey, I’m a personal assistant, remember?” Deb says.

Levi just looks at her. “Have you ever gotten coffee a day in your life?”

“Deb, you’re here because you’re family, and giving you a label gets Mum and Dad off your back when it comes to university and your career. Leif is family—we’d never leave him behind either, but he needed a better label to be able to come on tour with us than Zed’s drug dealer,” I say and Zed nods. “So he’s now part of the road crew. It doesn’t mean either of you actually work for us.”

“But you pay me a wage,” Deb says.

“You’re my sister. You’re as much a part of this band as the four of us are, but nobody is stupid enough to believe that you’d actually do anything we asked.”

Debbie blows her fringe out of her eyes. “Please, you idiots would fall apart without me, and what is it with you and lost causes, Coop?”

“Ali’s not a lost cause.”

“Fine, whatever. Just don’t come crying to me when another redhead breaks your heart.” She shakes her head and slides off the mattress and starts exploring the cupboards in the room. “Fucking rangas.”

Zed’s mouth twists, his eyebrows pull together, and he looks as if he’s contemplating something weighty, and then he says, “I still really wanna know how much come Levi has.”

“Circle jerk?” Levi asks.

“Fuck yes,” I say. “I could afford to blow off some fucking steam after that plane ride.”

“We’re gonna need containers so we can see who blows the biggest load.”

“Oh eww.” Deb says, her face twisted into a sneer. “Why couldn’t I stay on the roadie bus with Leif?”

“You don’t wanna watch, Deb?” Zed asks.

“Fuck no, she is not allowed to watch,” I say.

“Oh, trust me, I really do not wanna watch that shit.” Deb dry retches, and I laugh as we all head for the kitchen. We pass Ali’s bunk on the way past and I think about waking her up to ask if she wants to come help me with this, but I figure it probably won’t go over so well, so I leave her for now. She’ll have plenty of time to become acquainted with my cock later.

Iwake with a start, certain that I’d just heard masculine groans of pleasure coming from somewhere on the bus. I close my eyes and snuggle farther down into the pillow but then I hear it again, and my eyes are wide open. I’m definitely not dreaming any more, Toto.

What the hell?

I peek out my curtain, but I can’t see anything. So I slide out of the bunk and glance up and down the aisle. When I don’t see anyone, I quietly pad to the curtain separating the middle of the bus from the kitchen and lounge area. Those are unmistakably the sounds of a man being pleasured. And yeah, I know I shouldn’t be looking, but come on—I’m on a bus with four hot rockers. Find me a girl who wouldn’t take a peek.

I grab the corner of the curtain and I pull it back a ways. Levi’s naked back is angled toward me, his arse is hanging out of his jeans and the wings of the giant angel adorning his flesh seem to ripple, as the muscles in his shoulders bunch and tense. He throws his head back, working his fist furiously up and down his very large cock.

I stare in mouth-gaping shock, unable to look away because … Hello! Hot rock star holding the giant sausage hostage.

A groan from across the room draws my attention and I realise that, oddly, Levi’s not alone. I carefully try to pull the curtain wider, but it won’t budge. I’m not going to see anything that way, so I just open the curtain from the middle and I’m faced with Cooper’s lean, evenly muscled back. His feet are planted firmly against both sides of the aisle and his arse is hanging out of his jeans, in much the same way Levi’s is.

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