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“Now. Schedule,” Boone said, looking to all three of us. “We’re booked up here three more weeks. I’d love it if we could finish recording these tracks over the next week, work our asses off, so we can start rehearsing with Shane. Does that work for everyone? Shane? Does that give us enough time?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Plus, I’ve got to unfuck my situation, call my lawyer and all that.” I ran a hand over my head, and Boone put his arms around me.
“I’ll help,” he murmured. “However I can.”
Somehow, I knew he would.
“Yeah, and if you need some muscle, you know,” Annie said, cracking her knuckles, “we gotchoo. In certain cases, we rent out our revenge services.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Eighteen
Boone
No lie, it was fun watching Shane squirm under the Thompson TwinsTreatment. I’d been ready to step in if it got out of hand, but he hadn’t needed it, though he made it clear when we got back to my room that he was also skilled at serving up revenge…hot.
I might have given him some ideas when I mentioned I was flexible, but when he had me naked and spread out on the bench at the foot of the bed in my room, I knew I was in trouble.
“Now that I’ve got you here, I want to look my fill for a while. What’s wrong with that?”
I held on to the footboard, under strict instructions not to let go, and waited as Shane stood behind me making hungry sounds, walking back and forth, looking at my ass on display.
“Mmm mmm mmm,” he said over and over.
“I know I said I could do the splits, but if I stay here much longer, things will cramp.”
He came up behind me, and I heard his knees crack as he knelt down. He brushed my hair off of my shoulders and pressedkisses down my spine, on my shoulders, and when he got to my ass, well, my legs were shaking and not from strain.
“This ass…so underrated.”
Panting, I tried to turn and look at him but he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Uh-uh.”
“Shaaaane,” I whined, and he chuckled. He ran his hands over my ass and I whimpered. “Please?”
“I’m serious. We all know you’ve got one of the best voices in rock, you’re a phenomenal front man, but I don’t think the press has paid quite enough attention to your posterior asset. I mean,dayam.”
I managed to bounce said asset enough to get him to swear some more.
“And it’s all yours, sweetheart, if you would just—Ohhhhh…”
He ran his fingers between my glutes and moaned softly. “Don’t rush me,sweetheart.I’m enjoying myself. You don’t have any tattoos, I just realized that. Any reason?”
“Nothing’s felt permanent enough to me so far. And now, with diabetes, apparently the ability to heal can be compromised. I’m nervous to test that theory.”
“I’d love to design a back piece that does you justice. One that accentuates all your curves.”
This time I did peek at him. “Design? Are you a visual artist too, Shane?”
“When I have time. I designed mine.”
I blew my hair out of my face. “Makes sense. You’d want to have control over what went on your body.”
He frowned. “It’s not like that?—”
“No, I mean it in a good way. You have a great ear, you know how things should sound and you’re great at it. It would make sense that you’d know exactly the right design to go on your back. It’s quite a statement, I was admiring it while you slept.”
“Thank you,” he said. I heard him stand up, kick off his boots, pull his zipper down, and then drop his pants on the floor, his belt buckle clanging on the tile. “You can rest now.”
