Page 42 of Revelry

“We don’t normally do that shit; there were extenuating circumstances at play.”

She tilts her head to the side. “And what were they exactly?”

“Zed wanted to see whether Levi produced more come than the rest of us.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” I say, because I thought that much was obvious.Do women never think about these things? I’m kind of surprised it took us this long to do it. And it’s weird that Ash didn’t join in.

“What is wrong with you guys? You didn’t find that the slightest bit gay? Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I mean, if I hadn’t wound up wearing it, it might have been kinda hot to see you three get yourselves off, but last time I checked you were supposedly all completely hetero.”

“We are. Jesus, there are a lot of things I’ll consider doing, but that’s not for me. I don’t know—we don’t see it that way. We’ve known one another since we were kids. Zed and I grew up together, Levi found us in high school, and Ash joined the band when we were eighteen and just out of high school. We’ve been on the road before; seeing each other’s cocks isn’t anything new to us.”

“And neither is jerking your cocks in front of one another, apparently.”

“No, that is kind of new. Normally there’s a groupie or two in front of us.”

“Please, stop talking.”

Jesus. Really, Ryan? Groupies?I can’t remember the last time I fucked a groupie. It was definitely after Holly left—I know that much because in the weeks after she left me, when I knew she was never coming back, I fucked my way through an entire concert hall worth of groupies. And I’m not proud of it, but I cried like a fucking baby every time I came. I was a fucking mess.

Ali stretches in her bunk. She has a hell of a lot more room than me or the other guys on account of her being so little. I watch the way her back bows, her body stretching, T-shirt riding up her stomach and her tits jutting out. I have this fucking animalistic desire to press her back on the mattress, my hand splayed across her stomach and her eyes on me as I paint her body with my come. Again.

Her eyes are on me, but I’m not sure it’s because she wants me to pin her to the bed and—

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Why?” I question quietly. She doesn’t answer, and I know why. It’s because she can’t without telling me that she wants me to do all of the things my eyes are promising. So instead she just glares at me. I hold her gaze a moment longer before my mouth tips up in a smirk.

“And stop smirking at me. What is it with you guys and your fucking smirking?”

“I didn’t know I was smirking.”

“Well you are, and it’s unnerving, so stop it.”

I hold my arms up in surrender and back away from the bed. “Well, I’d hate to unnerve you.”

She slides out of the bunk and walks toward the front of the bus. I walk behind her, sweeping my gaze from her pert little arse to her back, her neck, and finally that mess of hair crowning her head. I snicker. “Your hair is a thing of beauty in the morning.”

“It’s not morning.” She throws her hair into a messy bun on top of her head, securing it with an elastic she has wrapped around her wrist.

“Well, it’s still a thing of beauty.”

“And I suppose you wake with it all sexy and tousled? You just roll out of bed and run your long-fingered hands through it, and be on your way?”

“Sounds like you’ve given a lot of thought to how I look when I wake, Ali-Cat.”

“Oh, I have,” she admits, and she turns back to grin at me. “I wouldn’t read too much into it, though. I’ve also thought of fifty ways I could murder you in your sleep.”

I stop walking. “Still, that’s fifty ways you were thinking about me.”

We walk across the lot to a shoddy rundown old diner. When we enter, the bell above the door dings and several eyes turn to us. No one but the band seems remotely interested though. I breathe out a sigh of relief.

The band and crew take up several booths around the diner. Levi watches us enter the room and I throw my arm around Ali’s shoulder as I guide her over to a booth that Ash is occupying. She flings my hand off and sits down beside Ash, so I can’t sit beside her without it being really awkward. I glance over at Levi, hoping he missed it, but he just smiles and sips his coffee.Arsehole.

“Hey man,” I say to Ash. He looks up from his plate. Apparently he’s been chowing down on a fucking vegetable garden. His plate is filled with fruit salad, whole-wheat toast and what looks to be an egg-white omelette. There’s a glass of juice in place of his usual caffeine drip stuck into his arm. “What the fuck are you eating?”

Ash frowns. “It’s called fruit, cunt-fuck.”

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