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I shrugged. “I mean, it is Ace Locke.”
“He is also married. Or have you conveniently forgotten about that?”
Aww, poor Viper—I really shouldn’t tease him. But there was something so damn hot about the way he got all possessive over me. “No, I haven’t forgotten.”
“So you just don’t care? What about his husband?”
I frowned, Viper’s outrage on this stranger’s—Dylan Prescott’s—behalf making me chuckle. Of course I cared. I wasn’t a homewrecker. I also loved Viper with all my heart. But seeing him all riled up over this was slightly amusing, considering he’d been Mr. Playboy when we first met.
“Well, maybe his husband could come along too.”
When I waggled my brows, Viper growled and leaned in to press a hard kiss on my lips. Not a second later, Killian called out, “Found it!”
We pulled apart and hurried over to where the others stood. As he flipped through the pages on the clipboard, Killian let out a low whistle. “Damn, okay, there are some pretty kickass prizes on here.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?” Slade looked over Killian’s shoulder. Killian quickly moved out of the way. “Hey, no fair. Tell us.”
“I found it. I’m looking first.”
“It’s not like he can bid now, Slade. Relax.” Viper smirked in Killian’s direction. “We all get to see the list, and then, well, let the best man win.”
“Whatever,” Killian said. “Hmm, yep, there’s one or two things on here I think I’m gonna bid on.”
“Okay that’s it, hand it over.” Jagger grabbed the clipboard out of his hand and flipped through the pages as Slade stood beside him. When they came to the very last one, their eyes widened.
“Holy shit,” they said in unison.
“Oh God,” Viper said beside me. “Is it a date with Ace fucking Locke?”
“No.” Slade shook his head. “Even better, a walk-on spot in one of his movies.”
“Shut the hell up.”
Yes, that was my boyfriend. You know, the I’m a kickass rock star guy? It seemed the possibility of being in a movie with Ace Locke made him more excited than he wanted to admit.
“It’s right here, man, look.” Jagger handed over the clipboard, and sure enough, there it was. A chance at a walk-on scene with Ace friggin’ Locke.
Holy shit was right.
“Damn.” I let out a whistle. “That’s a hell of a prize.”
Viper looked at me and immediately tried for an air of indifference. “I mean, it’d be cool, but—”
“Oh, quit it.” I chuckled. “You want that prize as much as we all do.”
“Well, I definitely don’t want the signed guitar from Trent Knox.”
We all laughed, and I gestured for the clipboard. “What else is on there?”
As I flipped through, I saw that along with the prizes we’d already drooled over, there was an Audemars Piguet watch from Dylan Prescott’s last campaign up for grabs and a free matchmaking service for a lucky single out there wanting to find love.
“Wait,” Slade said, looking over at me. “I didn’t see anything from us on there. We donated something, right?”
“Of course we did,” Killian said, and then he cut a sly smile in Viper’s direction.
“Yeah, we told Paige last night when you went to dinner,” Viper added.
“You did?” Slade frowned as he looked between all of us, but I was staying all the way out of this.
“Yep.” Killian crossed his arms over his chest. “We told her to put us down for a dare. We’re rockers—we wanted to prove we were up to do anything for charity.”
Viper grinned like a fiend. “So we put down that they could shave your mohawk off.”
Slade’s eyes bugged wide. “You did what?”
I looked to Jagger, who was biting back his laugh as Viper nodded. “I mean, you can rock bald for a while, right?”
Slade’s eyes darted around all four of us. “You’ve all lost your fucking minds.”
Killian smirked. “But it’s for charity.”
With a final fuck you glare in his direction, Slade turned on the heel of his black boots and stormed out of the room, leaving us laughing behind him.
Viper dropped the clipboard onto the table where we’d found it, and as we left the same way Slade had just gone, Killian said, “How long do you think it’ll take him to work out we’re fucking with him?”
Jagger shook his head. “Right up until the moment they read out what we really offered for the auction.”
“Poor bastard,” Viper said, though he didn’t sound contrite at all. The three of us chuckled and headed out to find our dressing rooms for the night.
Twelve
Solo
“I DIDN’T REALIZE limo service was included in the prize,” Panther said, sliding his hand up my thigh as his lips met my neck. “Maybe we could have the driver ride around for a while longer.”
I moaned and shifted on the leather seat, careful not to spill the glass of champagne we’d been offered when the limo pulled up to our hotel. I would’ve preferred a Corona, or almost anything else, but I wasn’t going to turn my nose up at the bubbly. It was time to relax, and I was going to make sure this weekend in L.A. was nothing but perfect for Panther. Though if he didn’t stop trying to rile up my dick, I couldn’t promise he’d get all that I had planned.
