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He waggled his eyebrows. “Handily, a woman can have so many more orgasms than a man.” He slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties. His favorite David Bowie shirt was stretched across her breasts. He was tempted to go up, but figured there wasn’t much time before someone came back to the bus.
He was on borrowed time as it was. Sundays were hit or miss with people coming back to the bus. Sometimes his bandmates went to hotels with hookups, sometimes they didn’t go to sleep at all, and sometimes they even moved on to the next city with some new friend and sent a check-in text.
Warning Sign didn’t quite make sense yet. They were getting closer, but there were still a lot of speedbumps.
Lauren looked up at him with those big stormy eyes and he groaned at the slickness he found between her thighs. She didn’t even know her own body yet. Such a huge learning curve for both of them.
Instead of a frightened virgin, she was a fascinated one. She wanted to know everything, and he wanted to show her every last thing he knew—as well as learn a few new ones along the way.
The little bit of fluff over her swollen slit was soaked.
He inched his way down her body and kissed his way down her ribs to her belly and snapped the top of her underwear with his teeth. He glanced at her face and she was watching him with those huge eyes that missed nothing.
He opened his mouth over her lower belly and swirled his tongue along her skin.
The curtain of his bunk was torn away. “Handle your shit,” Malachi bellowed.
West jerked and slammed his head into the top of his bunk. “What the fuck?” He quickly shielded Lauren.
She scrabbled up the bunk, but instead of cowering behind him, she grabbed Mal’s shirt. “Excuse you? Have you not heard of a thing called privacy?” She couldn’t exactly drag him back because Mal was as immovable as a mountain when he wanted to be.
He did duck his head back into West’s bunk. “What did you say?”
“Is this your bunk? I think not. And he was handling his shit, thank you very much. And now we’ve been interrupted which has definitely put a damper on the mood. How would you like that?”
Mal tipped his head then glanced at West. “Handle your woman.” He stood up and thundered to the front of the bus.
Lauren turned to him. “What just happened?”
“Welcome to life on a bus.” He snaked his hand out his curtain to the little cabinet outside his bunk where he’d stashed her clothes.
“It’s worse than a dorm. Or an all girls’ school.”
“Never did the dorm thing. I didn’t last in college as long as my buddies.”
“Really?” She frowned at him. “But you’re so…”
His lips quirked. “I like to read.”
“Oh. Well, being self-taught is very admirable.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“Seriously, dude. I wasn’t just breaking up your fuckfest.” Mal’s voice rocked the bus.
West righted his clothes and hopped off the second level bunk he called home. “I don’t know what’s going on, Lo, but maybe you better get dressed.”
“I’m going to call the cops if you don’t show me Lauren Bryant.” A voice came from the front of the bus.
West turned to her. “Who is that?”
“Crap.” Lauren pushed her hands under the pillows and sheets. “Where’s my phone?”
He reached into the cubby at the head of the bunk and unearthed her cell. The front of the screen was full of texts from Ethan.
Ethan who she’d mentioned a few times last night without explaining their relationship beyond a few cryptic comments that half the time seemed to contradict each other. He hadn’t even been sure he could believe her, though his gut had told him he could trust her not to dick him over.
Now the guy was here on his bus, and West didn’t know what to think anymore.
