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Spook took forever in the bathroom, which Alle wouldn’t have minded if she wasn’t so concerned he was using the time to weld on a new layer of armoured plating right when she’d managed to pry a couple of bits of the damn stuff loose.
That, and he’d left her unbelievably horny.
Horny enough that her fingers kept creeping between her thighs to knead her clit of their own volition.In the end, she figured the best course was just to deal with it.Life wasn’t perfect, and demanding reciprocal action would probably set him off twitching again.He must have been disorientated from that dream he’d been having to have allowed her the liberties she’d taken.
As was almost inevitable, when she opened her eyes after her little fantasy of him nailing her hard, he was standing in the doorway to the bathroom watching her, phone in hand and pointed at her.
“Sorry,” he said, swiping a small towel over the moisture clinging to his shoulders, before turning it on his hair.
Sorry that he’d left her unfulfilled, or that he’d watched her get herself off and probably recorded it?
“Drop the towel, and we’ll call it even.”
His brow creased as he squinted at the towel in his hand, then relaxed as realisation dawned.“Perv,” he muttered, nevertheless unhooking the terry from around his waist.
Damn, he was a sight to behold.
“Well,” she confessed.“If I’m not allowed to touch… Only allowed limited touching, then I need to gorge myself on you some other way.”
“Feast away.”He dug the coffeemaker out of a cupboard and set it off gurgling.He let her drink her fill of him for several minutes before grumbling about the chill.Whereupon he began raking about in his suitcase again.
“I suppose you’d like me to put on some clothes too?”Alle said.
“I’m not demanding it.But I need food.I think I’ve burned a heck of a lot of calories since last night.”
“It’s all the thrashing about you do in your sleep.”
That made him pause, but only for a moment.“Heard from Ronnie?”
Alle let him get away with the unsubtle change of subject.“I haven’t.I don’t have my phone.”What the hell had she been thinking when she left it back at the other hotel?Clearly, she hadn’t been thinking, or rather she’d had a one track mind about a certain someone that had obliterated any logical thought processes.“Was it safe to leave him with Rock Giant last night?”
“Doubt it.”A grin flashed across his face.“He’ll be fine.”Spook pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, then wriggled his way into a pair of skinny jeans.“Seriously, Paul’s a ginormous teddy bear.Well, unless you happen to be a wanker, or your name’s Xane.”
“They don’t get on?”She hadn’t realised there was that sort of friction still in the band.
“They’re dotty about one another.At least they are now Elspeth’s not around stirring shit with every breath.Look, I’m sure your boy Ronnie, has had a fascinating evening.I’d lay money on neither of them having got laid though.”Having pulled multiple T-shirts out, he wrinkled his nose at all of them.
“That one,” she suggested, pointing to a black one with a graffiti effect splayed over the sleeves.
Spook ignored her and pulled on a white cotton button-down, the sleeves of which he rolled up to the elbows.His wrists, he covered in multiple pieces of leather jewellery.
“Okay.”She’d bite.“How so?”
“Rock Giant talks a bunch of shit, but truth is, he’s got a certain type, and his inclination is less and less to settle for what’s on offer if it doesn’t live up to that ideal.Ergo, they probably spent most of the evening talking about pulling, and next to zero time pursuing anything with an actual pulse.”
“You don’t think Ronnie’s capable of pulling on his own?”
“I’m sure he’s eminently capable of it.He’s cute.Hell, a year ago, Xane would have nailed him so hard he’d have been sore for a week.That swagger of his, it’s… It’s fucking hilarious.”
Alle scowled.“So, Ronnie’s Xane’s type?”He’d be pleased to know that after his remarks before the show.
Spook rested his butt against the desk top, and put his feet up on the side of the sofa while he pulled on some socks and laced his high-tops.“Everyone’s Xane’s type.He’s not choosy.If it breathes, he’ll bang it.”
“So he’s pan, rather than bi?”
“I believe the term he prefers is sexually fluid.”
