Page 81 of Revelry

“That’s my girl. She loves her sausage,” Levi says, probably to break the silence more than anything.

I bolt upright, away from the couch, and I glare at him.

“This is funny, is it? It might be all elevator sex and blow jobs for you, Levi, but this is my life. I’m not a rock star; the second Vanessa sees these, I’m fucked. I’m out of a job, not to mention that the entire Internet has now branded me a whore, which I guess isn’t that far from the truth. I am banging two members of the world’s hottest rock band, just like they said.”

I stalk off towards the bedroom, because even though the tour bus doesn’t leave a whole lot of room for privacy, and they’ll likely hear everything anyway, I can’t do this in front of the others.

The boys follow me in and Levi rubs his hands on my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my neck.

“Can you not touch me right now please?” I say, holding my hands up for him to stop and slipping out of his grasp. And then I feel like shit when he pouts like a small child.

“Okay, you need to calm the fuck down, Red. It’s not that bad,” Levi says, as Cooper locks the door and flops down in the middle of the bed.

“Oh, it’s that bad. It’s so bad my Grams is probably rolling in her grave right now. Thank god my parents aren’t around, because if they were, I’m sure these vultures would be banging down their doors, trying to get the scoop on thetainted band slut,” I shout.

“What happened to your parents?” Levi asks and I just glare at him. It’s not his fault, it’s not like I’ve ever talked about my family with him, but it bothers me that he can be so physically invested in someone and not know the small details about them.

“Her mother left and her dad was a deadbeat,” Cooper says. “Just like me.”

“Coop,” I say, and I can’t help but reach out and touch him, “you’re not a deadbeat dad. You love your little girl, and I’m sure she won’t ever be able to question that. What happened with you and your ex has nothing to do with how good a father you are.”

I hadn’t met Pepper, but I’d seen the videos Deb had taken of him holding her. I’d been in the room when he Skyped with Pepper. He was a great dad, or he would be if he was given half a chance to see her more, but distance, recording, and a gruelling world tour meant that spending time with his little girl was an impossibility right now. That wasn’t anyone’s fault—it just was what it was.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make this shit about me.”

“It’s fine, it is about you. It’s about all of us—”

“Yeah, everything is about Coop.” Levi scrubs his hand over his chin.

“Levi,” I chastise. I’m about to ask him what the hell he’s going on about when he brushes past and pushes out into the hallway. “Where the hell are you going?”

“To get some sleep.”

“Don’t be a dick, man,” Cooper says. “This isn’t about you or me. It’s about all three of us.”

“Whatever,” he says, and slides the door shut. I shake my head as tears spring into my eyes.

“Fuck him,” Coop says, hooking his arm around my waist and pulling me into the middle of the bed, his body wrapped tightly around me.

I give a little humourless laugh. “I’m pretty sure that’s what got me in this mess in the first place.”

He chuckles, and presses a kiss to my forehead as he settles me into the crook of his arm. “Yeah, you’re right. You really shouldn’t fuck him.”

This time I do laugh. “What are we doing here, Cooper?”

“Well right now, you’re tucked into my arm, which I’m pretty sure is right where you should be—”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep, exactly where you should be. And we’re going to sleep.”

“Just sleep?” I slide my hand under his shirt, tracing circles over the flesh of his hard abdomen.

“Just sleep.” Cooper hooks his arm behind my knee and tugs it over his leg, smoothing his palm along the outside of my thigh and down to my arse. He hits the switch on the side of the bed and turns out the lights, and the whole room is steeped in a soft blue glow. He lays a kiss to the top of my head and whispers, “Sleep, Ali.”

Only we don’t sleep, because he slides his hands up my shirt and palms my breast, and then he shifts out from under me and flips me onto my back, erasing all of the guilt, the shame and the embarrassment with his mouth and teeth and hands. Before long, our clothing decorates the room around us. Cooper pushes into me and we move together, tasting, touching and exploring one another’s bodies. We come together, almost silently, afraid to disturb the peace we’ve found here in the darkness.

I hadn’t intended to exclude Levi. In my own way I had grown to love him, but it was clear as day where my heart lied, and it wasn’t with the lead guitarist who had a twelve-inch cock. It was with the man softly singing “All I Want is You” by U2 in my ear as his cock softened inside me and his come slowly trickled out of me to stain the sheets. We fall asleep like that, naked and sated, and all twisted up in one another.

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