Page 96 of Anthem of Love and Loathing

Hours. With Kelsey in my bed. Naked, and under me while I edge the fuck out of her until she’s incoherent and begging for release. I’ll let her come then, only to start building her up all over again.

She won’t be sleeping tonight.

We get into the green room, and Golden tosses us each a Gatorade. Bronx, his hair and shirt dripping, snags a couple of extra bottles. He strides toward the door. “Going to get cleaned up before the party starts.”

We’ve been drinking water all night, but Bronx sweats so much when he’s drumming that he’s going to be playing catch up with his hydration for a while yet.

I twist the lid off my bottle as I scan the room. My high bursts when she isn’t anywhere to be seen.

Kodiak’s brow furrows. “Where’s Kelsey?”

Jasper isn’t here either. I hate to admit it, even to myself, but it does let me breathe easier. She’s probably doing this to be a pain in my ass because she doesn’t like that I denied her orgasm, not because her foster brother found her.

I take out my phone. There is a pile of messages in the bros before psychos group chat. I need to check in, but not until I’ve called Jasper to make sure he has eyes on the little troublemaker.

“You got her?” I ask when he picks up.

“Of course.”

“Bring her back to the green room.” I take a sip from the lemon-lime electrolyte drink.

“I could take her to the bus instead,” he says.

“It’s not negotiable,” I tell him. “Bring her back now.”

“Tell him to go fuck himself,” her voice comes in loud and clear, like she’s grabbed his phone and yelled into it. “Or... actually, why don’t you go lay on a freeway?”

“Want to repeat that?” I grind out.

“I said...” She hiccups and then continues on with a sugary sweet voice. “You should go lay on a freeway. Maybe you could get run over by a tour bus, you fucking ass wipe.”

I chuckle darkly. “Have you been drinking, Little Vandal?”

“It’s the only way I can deal with you,” she retorts.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to keep her away from your fans?” Jasper asks. “She’s not in good shape.”

No, I want her right next to me. Damn it.

I take a calming breath.

“Yeah, you better put her on the bus.” She’s only going to make a scene up here and that won’t help keep her whereabouts from leaking. The last thing she needs is Marco finding her. “Put her in my bed and lock her in.”

“Hell no, I won’t fucking be in your bed. Never again. This pussy isn’t yours. Go back to your trash pussy. I bet that feral raccoon pussy is dying for more of your shrivelled, used up, STD dick.”

“What are you on about?” I grind between my teeth. “Actually, fuck it. I don’t care. Jasper, take her to the bus. I’ll meet you there when we’re done here.”

I hang up. The urge to fuck off and meet them at the bus so I can nip whatever the hell that was in the bud is thwarted by a group of backstage pass holders. Dealing with her will have to wait. It’s not like it can get worse.

I chat and hang out with our super fans for a good thirty minutes, working my way around the room. How long until I can leave?

I approach a new group of twenty-something girly pops.

“Is it true?” The one wearing a pink dress with black boots and a black corset over top asks.

“Is what true?”

She takes out her phone and loads up a video. She puts it an inch away from my face.