Page 74 of Revelry

“Well, it was touch and go there for a while, but I think I’ll live.” I grin. Everywhere, faceless women thrust photos and album covers under my nose for me to sign. They snap pictures on their smart phones and blind me with their flashes.

“Oh my god, you poor baby. I have a fear of confined spaces too,” a blonde woman with a strong southern accent cries, and I wonder how she knows something so personal about me.Fuck. Does she know what I ate for breakfast this morning? Or how I like my dick sucked? “If you need a hug, I’m all yours, sugar.”

“I’ll do it naked, Coop,” another girl says, and I can’t even bring myself to smile and say what I’m supposed to, because in this moment it feels as if I can never have anything that’s just for me again. I glance behind me at Ali, who’s watching me instead of climbing in the awaiting car, and I think she gets it. She gets me.

Levi’s watching me, too. He leans in and whispers, “Dude, snap out of it.”

And then he raises his voice so he can be heard above the crowd. “Never mind Coop, I had to spend two hours locked in a box with his stupid arse. Ladies, there were clothes shed. I’m not gonna lie, but what happens in the elevator between band mates stays in the elevator,” he says, and with a wink he has them all eating out of the palm of his hand. He signs autographs and poses with fans. One girl grabs his sleeve and yanks him closer across the barricade to get a picture.

“Whoa, princess, I’m not going anywhere,” he jokes, and then snatches her phone, throwing his arms around her shoulders in an attempt to get a perfect shot. He takes one picture and then another where he’s kissing her cheek. She squeals when he releases her and yells, “Oh my god, you smell amazing!”

“Thanks, babe. It’s a new aftershave I’m trying out. It’s called Red,” he says, and turns to wink at Ali. She flushes and climbs in the car.

We were supposed to be at sound check half an hour ago, so after a few more pictures and signatures we’re ushered into an awaiting limo, courtesy of the hotel. I sit opposite Ali and Levi, needing to get my head straight before tonight’s show. I can’t think properly when her body is pressed against mine and her scent is all around me, smothering any rational thought I might have.

Once we’re in and the driver peels the car away from the curb, Ali laughs. “Jesus, we smell like come.”

“No, you smell like come.” Levi bites down on her lobe, grinning as she throws her head back.

“You know what the worst part is?” she asks breathlessly

“What?” he breathes in her ear, snaking his fingertips up and down her thigh, playing her like he would his guitar. He slides his hands beneath her skirt and spreads her legs apart, slipping inside her panties.

She gasps. “I don’t even know whose come it is.”

“Does it matter?” Levi asks.

“Oddly, no. It doesn’t,” she answers honestly. And it is honest. It’s perhaps the most honest thing I’ve heard for months. It doesn’t matter.

“Levi, stop,” she moans, her legs beginning to tremble. “We’re not alone.”

“Who? This guy?” Levi says, as he stops kissing her neck and thumbs a finger toward the driver. “He doesn’t give a shit. He sees this kind of stuff all day long, isn’t that right, mate?”

Like all discreet drivers who value their jobs, he doesn’t say a thing. Levi hooks his thumbs in Ali’s panties and yanks them down her hips. He brings them to his nose and inhales deeply, and then he covers his face with them and flops back against his seat, still working her pink cunt with one hand. “Fuck me, I could breathe in that scent all day long. I’m keeping these.”

Ali laughs. “Oh my god, you’re such a fucking animal.”

“You’re so fucked up,” I say.

“Are you telling me you wouldn’t wanna smell her sweet cunt all day?”

“I’m telling you I wouldn’t walk around all day with her panties on my face.”

“Just her pussy, right?” He grins.

“Just her pussy.”

“You’re both freaks,” Ali says.

“Sexual deviants have more fun.” Levi rubs her clit faster, and she takes a deep shuddering breath.

“Is that what we are? Sexual deviants?” She frowns as she says it. “Are we making a big mistake here?”

“Does it feel like a big mistake?” I ask.

She grins mischievously. “No.”

“Then who the fuck cares?” Levi asks, and I have to agree with him. “Now, slide over here and suck my cock while Ryan eats you out, Red.”

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