Page 40 of Anthem of Love and Loathing

Golden stares at Kelsey like he’s never been kissed before. Hell, never met a woman before. Is he seriously hoping it’s him despite his ritual?

“Hmm.” Kelsey takes her time glancing between the three of them. Not once does she look my way. Eventually she settles on Kodiak. “Is it okay?”

“Yeah, Scary Girl.” He smiles encouragingly at her when she turns around and straddles him.

Bronx’s attention is glued to the two of them.

“This doesn’t actually mean I want to sleep with you.” She leans in and touches her lips to Kodiak’s. He opens his mouth for her to touch her tongue to his. His fingers tighten on her back as the kiss goes on and on.

There’s a roar in my ears and black spots dance in my vision. I want to humiliate her for looking like she’s enjoying it. God, she brings out the worst in me.

She breaks off the kiss with Kodiak.

“Too bad for Bronx. He really hoped you’d pick him. Why don’t you go ahead and kiss him too,” I suggest. “Or maybe you should get on your knees and suck his cock. After all he went down on you. Fair is fair.”

Her breath is a sharp, short burst accompanied by a withering gaze.

“Bro, seriously?” Bronx leans forward and snatches up the whiskey. He pours shots liberally; the booze ends up pooling on the table too.

Kelsey is still watching me. I shift the redhead’s weight and reach for another shot myself.

“It’s okay.” Kelsey leaves Kodiak’s lap.

She drops to her knees in front of Bronx who stares down at her, pupils dilating. His chest hitches, and he widens his knees, probably making room for a hard-on. “Kels…"

My heart starts to race as she reaches for his zipper. She tugs it down one agonizing click at a time.

I grit my teeth.

“Ouch.” The woman on my lap pushes my hand from her hip when I grab on too tight. “Riot?”

Kodiak and Golden are watching Kelsey intently.

Kelsey stares up at Bronx. Lips parted, she licks them. “Can I take it out?”

“Fucking hell.” Bronx groans. “Yes.”

I’m two seconds from walking out. One second from standing, wrapping my fist in her hair, and yanking her away from my drummer. But fuck it, my cock is hard as rock and my breath is caught in anticipation.

Bronx moans when she slides her hand inside his pants and wraps her fist around his cock. She takes him out in front of all of us. Her hand pumps up and down his length a couple of times.

That’s when she looks at me over her shoulder, animosity and spite on fire in her eyes.

I didn’t think she’d fucking do it.

Turning away from me she lowers her mouth until it’s above his cock.

My head spins as I stand abruptly. The redhead tumbles onto the spot next to the one I vacated. I thrust my hand into Kelsey’s hair and haul her to her feet, forcing her to let go of my drummer’s cock.

“Let me go.” She whirls on me, wincing as that pulls fine hairs from her scalp. She shoves her hands into my chest.

I grasp her elbows and address all three of my bandmates. “None of you fucking touch her. She’s not a groupie. She’s not a friend. She’s my goddamn muse. Her only job here is to inspire our next album. Got it?”

“Got it.” Bronx tucks himself back in.

Kodiak looks like he wants to take a swing at me. “Yeah.”

Golden nods.