Page 72 of Rebooting Conor Flynn

She squeaked, and we froze, my hand still clutching her wet...

Ashley didn’t seem to hear because she continued. “But who took that picture, and why’d they send it to me?”

We both relaxed, and I slid my hand down Noelle’s thigh.

“Don’t sweat it, bruh.”

“I’m not your bruh, your bro, or you dude.”

Sloppy kissing noises had me rolling my eyes at Noelle, who had to stifle a giggle with her hand over her mouth.

Tomo growled. “That’s right. You’re my hot mama, and I love the way you grind on me.”

Tomo sang that last part, but Ashley didn’t seem to appreciate his efforts.

“Don’t call me that either. I’m only five years older than you.

“Umm. I think it’s seven.”

Noelle pressed her nose into my shaking shoulders, baring her teeth against my skin.

“Shut up, Tomo. You should be thinking about catching this snitch. Hey, let’s search Jade’s shit upstairs.”

At the heavy footfall on the step below, Noelle grabbed my arm like a vise.

Tomo said, “That’s not cool, Ashley. Any pics she took are on her phone, anyway. We’re not going to find any evidence. Wouldn’t mind fucking in one of those little bunks though.”

A rush of adrenaline coursed through me, although I had nowhere to run, and I wasn’t about to take on Tomo in my current state of undress.

“Eww, I’m not doing that.” The bus doors hissed and clattered as they opened. “I just wanted to take you some place private to catch you up since you missed Jermaine’s announcement about the buzz around this tour. It all actually works in my favor. People are on my side for a change.”

“Because they think Conor Flynn is a cheating bastard.”

"Public sympathy has a short shelf life. You have to grab it while you can. And if those pictures do go public, I have a built-in excuse.”

Tomo must’ve gotten at least a little of what he came for, as heavy breathing and sighing followed Ashley’s words. If they did start fucking down there, I’d have to out myself.

Ashley broke first. “I have a show to perform.”

Their sandals slapped against the steps of the bus as they descended, and the doors cranked closed.

I held my breath for a few seconds as I heard their voices retreating, while Noelle clung to me.

After several more seconds, she slid off and crouched beside me. She whispered, even though there was no longer a need to, “What was all that about? What picture is she talking about?”

“I don’t know.” Without Noelle’s body pressed against mine, I shivered and pulled on my boxers and shorts, still uncomfortably damp. “But she was acting strange last night on the bus, asking about spies and specifically mentioning Jade. I told her Jade was helping you out with documenting the tour.”

“She seemed more upset about the picture than the online buzz about the two of you.”

“You heard her.” I hooked an arm around Noelle’s waist, helping her to her feet as I stood. “She’s happy about the cheating rumors. Makes her look good—for once.”

I hugged her tight against my body. “Get your wet clothes on. You can’t walk back to the hotel naked. That’s for my eyes only.”

She wriggled from my arms and walked backwards to pick up the pieces of her clothing sprinkled along the floor. “I don’t know. She went through a cheating scandal with her husband, Nico, and she didn’t come out on top of that one.”

“That’s because Nico one-upped her by immediately fucking off to rehab for his sex and alcohol addictions. She still looked like the bad guy for dumping him in his time of need.” I shook my head. “I can’t keep up with this shite.”

She wiggled into her panties instantly making me hard again. Then she cupped her tits as she adjusted her bra, and my mouth watered. I heard of a striptease before—this was the un-striptease—and it got my juices going faster than the original.