Page 82 of Revelry

Sometime before dawn, I woke to Cooper’s mouth on me, and I slid my hands into short, soft hair. Only it wasn’t curly. It felt different, and so did the mouth on my pussy. It was too late to stop it, though. I didn’t know how long he’d been going down on me in my sleep but I came hard, as quietly as I could, so as not to wake Coop. Levi runs his stubble-rough jaw along the inside of my thigh, wiping my arousal off on my flesh, a reminder that he knows how to get me off just as well as Cooper, and he isn’t afraid to prove it to me.

He carefully crawls up the bed and leans in, his lips softly brushing the shell of my ear, and he whispers, “If he’s going to fight dirty, you should know that that’s a game I invented.”

“No one’s fighting over anything, Levi,” I whisper, smoothing my fingertips over his eyebrow, toying with the little silver spike.

“Oh, they’re fighting. You’re just too blind to see it.”

“Levi …” I begin, but he presses a soft wet kiss to my neck that burns me like a brand, and then he disappears.

I exhale and burst into tears, but I quickly cover my mouth to stifle any sound in the hope I won’t wake Coop. He rolls over and wraps a heavy arm around me, tucking me in against his side. I freeze.

“He’s right. I am fighting dirty, and I’m not going to stop until you’re mine,” Coop whispers against my hair. “I hope he enjoyed the taste of my come in your pussy.”

Why do we do this to one another? Why couldn’t we all just walk away? Why couldn’tIjust walk away, before this thing ruined not just our careers, but our lives too? I didn’t have the answers, but I knew I couldn’t give this up. Even if it destroyed me.

Icouldn’t.

Itoss the controller aside and stretch out on the big bed in the back room next to Levi.

“We’re giving up already?” Levi asks, putting his controller on the ground beside the table.

“I’m kinda tired, and my eyes hurt.” I shrug. “Plus, you suck at video games.”

“Know what I don’t suck at?” he asks, waggling his brows at me.

I laugh, despite the weird mood I’m in. I’m restless and want off the bus, but what’s the point? Anywhere I go, we’re flagged down by paparazzi and dogged with questions about our little sex tape. We were chased out of a freaking McDonald’s the other day because some overzealous fangirls cornered me in the bathroom, bombarding me with questions about Coop and Levi. It’d taken everything I had within me to not punch them in their heavily made-up pubescent faces. At their age, I didn’t even know that penises came in a different size, let alone wanting to know how it felt to have a twelve-inch cock inside you. They’d thrown around sentences like, “I wish the boys from Taint would DP me.” And, “Do you have to do like a million Kegels exercises to be able to take that much cock?”

I’d stared at them in the mirror and wondered what the hell was wrong with the girls. How was it possible that they were so sexualised from such a young age? And then it hit me—I was the problem. Women like me, who fucked two men at once in a public place and had video evidence out there for all of the wonderful World Wide Web to see.People like me made it okay.

I had ended up telling them that the video coming out was the most humiliating thing I’d ever endured. But when they’d asked why, with these genuinely blank faces, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to talk sense into them. They were young and impressionable, and to them it was an accomplishment to get two rock stars to want to sleep with you. No doubt that seemed like an accomplishment to a lot of females. Women my age and older threw themselves at Taint as if they were gods, and in many ways, in and out of the bedroom, they were. But they were also human, just like me. They made mistakes. We all had. And in the end, I’d run from that bathroom like a coward.

I sigh and snuggle under the duvet. Levi picks up a strand of my hair and plays with it. “What’s up, Red?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“I’m just restless.”

“I can help with that,” he says, and I sigh again. “Or not.”

He pulls me closer to him, and I expect him to kiss me or to slip his hand beneath the covers andconvinceme to want to mess around, but he doesn’t. He flips me onto my side and pulls me hard against his body, wrapping me up in his arms.

We practically have the bus to ourselves. Coop and Zed had agreed to several radio interviews, and Ash had gone along with them. We all would have gone, but Deb had vetoed me and Levi being anywhere near the radio jockeys. They had a reputation for being ruthless. Cooper was smart; he could be mad as a cut snake, but his rage would simmer beneath the surface and he wasn’t prone to rash decisions. Levi? Not so much. The band had temporarily vetoed Levi from all publicity to keep him from losing his cool.

Oddly, the second that Vanessa got word in Australia about what was going on, she hadn’t fired me. Instead, she’d tried to encourage us to be more vocal about our relationship. None of us wanted that, and we all saw it as a ploy for the record company to make money. Sales of Taint’s newest album had gone through the roof; the problem was that no one was talking about the music. Not when there was a risqué little rock star ménage à trois to talk about.

Coop had been pissed when he’d left early this morning. I wasn’t sure what that had been about, but it had left me with this wicked ache in my chest all day.

Deb had taken advantage of the shopping in Atlanta, and had been gone since early this morning. James was asleep on his bunk, getting in as much rest time as he could before driving through to Charlotte tomorrow, where the boys would play an intimate show to only forty exclusive ticket holders.

For the most part, Levi and I were alone. We should be making the best of that time, but it just felt … off. Instead, I pick up the remote and switch on Netflix. I’m behind onGame of Thrones, on account of me not having owned a TV—or a bed to sleep in—before we came on tour. I select the episode I want and we watch. Ten minutes later, Daenerys Targaryen is bathing onscreen with a heavily muscled actor in a bad wig.

“Christ she’s hot,” Levi says.

“I know, right? It’s sickening.”

“Babe, you’re easily that gorgeous,” he says, tenderly kissing my shoulder.

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