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He held the ice inside me and grinned. “You’re swollen and sore from being fucked by a bunch of animals. Don’t even say you’re not sore because it’s written all over your face. This will help.”
I wasn’t sure if it was helping, but it was having a different effect than he meant, I was pretty sure. His fingers were hot against the cold ice and the tornado of sensations were making me want to forget food and everything else.
“Stop looking at me like that, honey. You need a break.” He groaned and tried to take a step back, but I caught his hand and held it against my sex. Rubbing myself against the rough skin of the heel of his hand, I rocked my hips back and forth and drew a loud growl from him. “You’re going to end up crawling back home if you’re not careful.”
I caught his other hand and pulled it to my mouth. Sucking two of his fingers deep, I held his gaze and then pushed his hand into my breast. Using his hands to get myself off, I bit my lip and grinned. “Best. Vacation. Ever.”
14
Mack
Igrimacedandshovedmy phone into my pocket. I wanted to throw it but I didn’t want to look like an ass in front of Layla. Nodding at Jones and Xavier, I tried to keep my voice even. “The stage set-up is shit. Billy is in there, trying to figure shit out, but it’s taking too long.”
Layla finished pulling her jeans up over her ass and buttoned them. “What’s wrong with it?”
I felt a little piece of my happiness crumble away as she covered her body for the first time in days. The Austin show had been canceled because of weather so we’d driven straight through to Vegas. We’d kept her naked for almost a full three days and I was pretty sure I’d found Valhalla. I sighed and rested my chin in my hand as her beautiful breasts vanished under a band t-shirt. It wasn’t even one of ours.
“Mack?” Layla bent down to lace up a pair of boots that looked made for kicking ass. “What’s wrong with the stage? I know a little about setting up a stage, so I might be able to help.”
“It’s a small venue. We’re doing this for a friend. The stage is unorganized and not even completely built. We’re supposed to go on in an hour, but Billy thinks it’ll take another three hours to get everything set up, just to make it workable.” I shook my head. “It’ll be fine. We’ve played in places that didn’t even have sound systems before. It’s just frustrating.”
Layla shook her head and gave me a look I hadn’t seen on her face before. She looked fierce as she grabbed her phone and shoved it into her back pocket. “Introduce me to Billy. I can help.”
“You’re on vacation, Firecracker. You’re not working for us.” Jones sounded just as sad as I felt about her being covered.
She turned on the three of us with her hands on her hips. Gone was the woman who’d crawled across the floor on her hands and knees that morning. In her place was a goddess of fire. “There’s nothing that pisses me off more than poor stage management. Introduce me to Billy and I’ll have you ready to do sound checks in no time.”
My dick hardened and I groaned down at it. “Stop being hard! I just need a couple of hours.”
“Fine. I’ll just find him myself.” The sound of the door slamming shut triggered us all into action.
Xavier was out the door and stalking after Layla before I could even get off the couch. Jones stood at the door and looked back at me. “Well? Come on. I guess playtime is officially over for right now.”
I groaned. “Do you think we could convince her to move in with us permanently? Am I crazy or is that the best idea I’ve ever had?”
“You’re not crazy.” Jones ran his hand through his hair. “Or maybe we’re both crazy. I don’t fucking know.”
When we reached the back door to the venue, one of our security guards was standing by it with a smirk on his face. I had a feeling seeing Xavier chasing after a woman would be amusing to most people. The big man was typically very stoic, but Layla had a grasp on him.
The guard, Nick, tried to hide his laugh when he saw us but it was useless. “Sorry. I just… I think I just saw Xavier blushing.”
I clapped the man on his shoulder and shrugged. “You saw the woman he was chasing after, right?”
The smile widened before he shook his head. “No, sir. I’m a happily married man. I don’t see women.”
I laughed and felt a sense of relief. Even the idea of Nick, who I knew was a nice guy, looking at Layla got under my skin. “Good man.”
Jones went in before me and when I walked in, I bumped into him because he’d stopped short. He was staring at the stage with his head cocked to the side and a smirk on his face. “I’ll be damned.”
I followed his gaze and cursed my dick again as it hardened as the sight of Layla. She was in the middle of the stage, barking orders at the men around her. They seemed to be in a big hurry to do what she said. Even Billy, our manager, was bent over with a length of cord in his hand. Layla turned to Xavier and stretched up to press a kiss to his lips before saying something to him that sent him striding over to us.
She didn’t even notice us. She was in her element, building a pretty good stage in hardly any time. I watched as she pointed up at the lights and said something to Billy that had him scuttling away.
Xavier stood next to us, the bulge in his pants far too noticeable to be on stage. He looked down at it and groaned. “She told me to get off her stage before I tripped someone with my stiffy. Her word. Not mine. Not since I was twelve.”
I snorted. “I think we should just marry her. Or kidnap her and force her to stay with us forever. Have you ever seen anything so fucking hot?”
Jones groaned and blew out a harsh breath. “I’ve been locked on the bus with her naked for days, so yeah. What is she doing to us? We’ve never wanted more than a night with a woman.”
