Page 54 of Anthem of Love and Loathing

Even now, it’s got me in a stranglehold.

I twist and turn and try to ignore the throbbing between my legs. I should be disgusted by my body’s reaction. I hate him so much. But what’s worse? He could tell. When he warned me the guys would hear if I screamed... the way my insides clenched was undeniable.

But it has to be because I’m horny, right? Because it damn sure isn’t from the way he’s treating me. If I had my vibrator, I wouldn’t be this hot and bothered. It’s the sexually charged energy from the concerts and being surrounded by hot, horny rockstars.

My new favorite fantasy fills my thoughts.

I’m in Riot’s bed with Kodiak and Bronx. Kodiak is leaning against the headboard with me between his muscular thighs. His huge hands are massaging my breasts while crushing my back against his chest, as he kisses and sucks at the side of my neck.

I slide my hand slowly down between my tits. A muscle flutters in my belly, creating a tickling surge of pleasure. I part my thighs as my palm skims my mound.

Bronx is on his knees between my legs. He places my hand on his chest and runs it down his insane abs and over the hard bulge in his sweats. Leaning in for a kiss, he presses his thumb to my clit and rubs small circles that send lightning through my core.

My fingers trace the path I imagine Bronx taking around my clit then over it. My hips start to move and my breathing picks up. I try to keep silent knowing bunk alley is full. But the idea that any of them might be awake... it turns me on.

Our positions change on the bed. The two men lay me down. Bronx spreads my legs and puts his mouth on my pussy while Kodiak lays on his side next to me, caressing every inch of me.

A whimper escapes me when I push two fingers inside. I clamp my lips together and start to fuck myself. Nice and slow, and hoping no one can hear the squelch from how wet I am every time I thrust them in.

Hoping that maybe they can because the idea is hot as hell.

Riot sits on a chair beside the bed. His gaze is locked with mine. It’s filled with jealousy. And dark heat. He watches as I writhe under Kodiak’s hands and Bronx eats my pussy until I come.

My thighs shake.

Riot leaves his seat to join us on the bed. He holds me down and—

I grab my pillow and hold it over my face to muffle my cry as I come on my own fingers hard enough the world fades to dark.

Much more relaxed, I fall asleep.

I wake up to Golden thumping his fist on the bunks as he walks up and down bunk alley with a stop at Riot’s door. “Everyone off the bus. We’re going to get food.”

“Fuck off,” Bronx groans.

Kodiak exits his bunk and straightens to his feet. He gives me a knowing grin. “Didn’t get much sleep, Scary Girl?”

So he heard me.

In the sober light of day, perhaps I should be embarrassed. Maybe I am. My cheeks are warm to my palms. But a thrill shoots through me.

“You sound sexy as hell when you come.” He winks at me and walks away.

Yep. Oh God. He definitely heard me... I don’t hate that.

Riot is glaring daggers at Kodiak’s back when I climb from my bunk. Arms crossed over his chest, he stands in my way as I try to enter the bathroom. “What the fuck was that about?”

“What was what about?” I play it cool.

He steps aside and lets me pass.

I should have known better. As soon as I enter the bathroom, he’s behind me. His chest against my back, shoving me forward. He seizes my elbow and spins me around, walking me backward until my back is against the wall.

“Never pegged you for a bully.” I wish I’d brought the fork from under my pillow. I would totally stab him with it.

He ignores my insult. “I told them you were off-limits. Did he fuck you last night?”

I grin viciously. I want to say yes. He’d deserve it. Hell, he might finally leave me alone. But that would send his ire Kodiak’s way, and the bassist did nothing to earn it. The last thing I want is to cause issues for the three other members of L.A. Riot. “I finger fucked myself if you must know. You stole my vibrator leaving me no choice but to get myself off. I can’t help it if that means your bandmates get to hear me come.”