Page 38 of Anthem of Love and Loathing

But that had nothing to do with it. I never can finish with a blonde. That won’t be a problem tonight.

The redhead giggles and rubs her hand over my cock. “Ooh.”

Bronx shakes his head as he disappears into bunk alley.

“I don’t know about you, but I could use a beer.” Kodiak takes over the distribution of beverages, his head swiveling to peer after Bronx. Did he really get up to see if Bronx would try to talk her into joining him in the shower? It sure looks like it.

He stays over on that side of the bus. Keeps looking down that corridor. As predicted, Bronx must have stopped to talk to her.

Fucking hell. My band mates have never been this pathetic.

“Toss me the peanut butter whiskey,” Golden tells Kodiak.

He reaches into a top shelf for that and the bourbon. Grabs a bunch of shot glasses too. He almost drops the whole lot along with his jaw. “Holy shit, Scary Girl. You’re damn hot.”

Seven hundred and thirty-one days after she ripped my heart clean out, the past fills my tour bus so vividly that it takes my breath away.

“Thanks.” Crossing her fishnet covered legs and spiked heels, she holds out the four-inch ruffle on her tiny black skirt and fakes a curtsy for him. Her tits almost spill out of her tightly laced corset. The smile she shoots his way is real.

Whether he notices the smile is debatable. I want to wipe it off her fucking face.

Her eyes widen then narrow on the girl on my lap. That smile presses itself into a thin line as our gazes clash. “Did you take it?”

“Take what?” I smirk.

“My fucking box.” Her small hands clench into fists at her side.

“I’m not interested in your fucking box.” I sneer at the juncture of her thighs. “Why don’t you ask Bronx, or Kodiak, or is it Golden’s turn?”

Kelsey glares at me.

“Settle, man.” Kodiak stares me down from under his bushy brows.

The redhead glances between the two of us. “Baby, isn’t that your ex?”

“Yeah.” I turn my attention to her.

Her lips purse, she looks concerned. “What is she doing here?”

“She’s just a groupie.” I kiss her. “One of those women who fuck everyone in the band.”

“Oh.” The redhead seems satisfied. “So... you’re not like back together?”

Kelsey gives a strangled laugh.

“Fuck no,” I say.

“He is all yours,” Kelsey tells the girl while Kodiak lines the shot glasses up on the table and fills them all to the brim with the peanut butter whiskey.

Bronx comes back in sweats and a clean shirt. He snags Kelsey around the waist and takes a seat with her on his lap. “How are you doing, Kells Bells?”

“Better now I have my clothes. Thanks to you and Kodiak.” She takes Kodiak’s hand and squeezes it as she smiles at Bronx. Kodiak sits down with them.

“See, I told you.” I put my mouth on the redhead’s neck. “She’ll sleep with anyone.”

“Fuck you.” Kelsey flips me the bird. “You’re the one who couldn’t keep it in your pants.”

What the hell? I never... “She was obsessed with me.”