Page 67 of Revelry

“An hour, maybe two.” He grins as he rolls me onto my back and climbs on top.

“An hour? Wow, that’s creepy.” I laugh, conscious of the fact that he’s so close and I’m probably breathing morning breath all over his face. “Where’s Levi?”

“Who the fuck cares?” He shrugs and kisses my neck and jaw, and he has a point. Whatever happened last night should stay well and trulyinlast night, but where did that leave Coop and I? Was this just an added bonus? Like a free buffet breakfast when you book an expensive hotel? “You’re thinking.”

“Little bit, yeah. You’re not having any thoughts right about now?”

“I’m thinking I may have to gag you because I’m trying to get inside you and you’re freaking out.”

“I’m not freaking out.”Was I though? I mean, we had sex, mind-blowing sex. But it was sex with Levi, and there were bits everywhere, and more orgasms than I could count, but this? This feels infinitely different. This is more than just sex, isn’t it?

“Quit freaking out.”

“I’m not freaking out.”I am totally freaking out. Am I going to lose my job over this? I’m pretty sure sleeping with your boss is a conflict of interest, and because I’m Cooper’s personal lackey does that make me a whore? Oh my god. Why? Why did I have to sleep with the hot rock star—or stars, plural?

Cooper grabs a condom from the table beside the bed, tearing open the packet and rolling it on. He grins down at me and lowers his mouth to mine. “Fine. You can freak out all you want. I’ll just be here mindlessly working on your defences by bringing you more pleasure than you know what to do with.”

“Actually, I kind of like the sound of that,” I whisper into the quiet of the room. I don’t know what time it is, but above the gentle roar of the engine I can hear the others moving about the bus. The tiny shower is in use, and from the lounge at the front of the bus I can hear drumming and the quiet licks of an unplugged acoustic guitar.

“I figure we have at least twenty minutes before some arsehole busts down that door,” Coop whispers, rubbing his hard cock against my pussy and forcing me to open farther for him.

“Then we had better make them count.”

Nothing quite says awkward like the walk of shame from the back bedroom on a tour bus to your bunk. I desperately needed a shower, but seeing as Deb had been in there for more than an hour and I refused to shower in ice-cold water, I’d be going without for at least another thirty minutes. Not Coop, though. Apparently he didn’t care if he bathed like the polar bears, and as he slipped into the bathroom I was forced to endure the walk of shame all by my little lonesome, and let me tell you, the boys did not spare me in the slightest.

“Morning, sweet thing,” Levi says in a sexy sleep-gruff voice, though I know he’s been awake a lot longer than me.

I frown at the nickname, glancing between the others who are spread out around the lounge and kitchen. I grind my teeth. “Morning.”

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, smirking at me over the rim of his coffee cup.

“Yes, actually I did,” I say, spearing him with a warning glance. I yawn loudly as I sit beside Levi, careful to keep several inches of distance between us.

“Worn. Out. Huh?” Ash huffs. He’s using the luggage rack to do pull-ups again. Not that I mind, because his body really is a thing of beauty.

Zed is frying up bacon and eggs on our little kitchen stove. He sets a freshly brewed coffee in front of me. I smile appreciatively. “Yep, tag teaming all night will do that to ya.”

“Oh my god.”

“That’s what she said,” Ash says, throwing on his shirt and stealing a piece of bacon from the pan.

“You know, Ash, I liked you so much more when I thought you were mute,” I say, and sip my coffee.

His lips purse and he breathes rapidly in and out through his nose. “Why does everyone automatically assume I’m a fucking mute?”

“Because you never fucking say anything,” Deb replies, toying with her phone. She hasn’t even looked up since I entered the room.

“So, DP, huh?” Zed asks, nodding his head and grinning like a fool. I glower, and his lips twist into a grimace. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Oh ewww! That’s my brother you’re talking about. I do not need to hear this shit,” Deb says, covering her ears, while Ash leans forward in his chair.

“Really, Zed?”

He shrugs. “What? It’s not like I’ll ever have the chance to know.”

I roll my eyes and he sets a plate of food in front of me. “Yeah, it kinda hurts, but in a good way. Though I have no plans to do it again.”

“Why not?” Levi says, his cup pausing midway to his mouth.

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