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“It’s okay if we can’t do it. The show is probably sold out anyway,” Elle said. There was no mistaking the way she slumped against the arm of the couch.
For a moment, she’d actually seemed happy. That hadn’t happened since her user ex had been kicked to the curb.
“Yes, we can do it,” Denver called from up front. “If there’s tickets, we’ll stop for the show.”
“Yay.” Jules grinned. “And hey, Keith’s opener for this leg of the tour is Flynn Shepard. Huh, I thought I heard he was heading to rehab.”
“You’re getting your rockstars mixed up. Luc Moreau was in rehab for sex addiction.” Molly didn’t look up from painting her big toe. “Multiple times, I think.”
“‘Get Lucky’ Moreau?” West chuckled. “That guy’s exploits have given me so many moments of entertainment.”
“Me too. Espe
cially his new video promoting the band’s appearance on Jimmy Kimmel. He’s practically naked. Luc, not Kimmel. The dude has the biggest cock in music, I’ve heard.”
“Haven’t seen mine,” Mal said lazily.
“Yes, I have. We all have. Not bad.” Lo made a clucking sound and raised her brows at the women on the opposite couch. “Luc’s is supposed to be even bigger than Manaconda’s. You know, Hunter Jordan.”
Jules smirked. “You mean Tris’s best friend? Um, yeah, pretty sure I know him.”
“Showoff. But you’re not the only one here. There’s Elle and Mol, and besides, right now we’re talking about Luc’s Manaconda, not Hunter’s.”
“So many dicks, so little time.”
“I already have the best dick,” Lo patted West’s leg, “but it never hurts to look. We look at stuff for him too. Last night, we were checking out some big-breasted porn ladies.”
“Dear God, my ears,” Denver moaned from the front of the bus. “Time for my music.”
“Never mind that. Here, let me show you Luc’s video.” Lo scrambled to her feet, sinking back down when West grabbed her thigh. “You already saw it, West. Remember, I showed you before you threw the iPad aside and flipped me over on—”
West covered her mouth. “Let them draw their own mental pictures. It’s no fun when you spoil the climax.”
“Literally.” Ryan coughed into his hand.
Jules cocked her head and leaned over to take Lauren’s phone, already cued up to the right video. “He’s hot. Naked or clothed, I’d do him. I mean theoretically, since I don’t do anyone anymore except—”
Randy came out of the bunk area, tugging on a shirt, and Jules popped to her feet. “Honey bunch!”
“I heard you, you know.” But he grinned as he pulled his shirt down over his abs then leaned in to kiss Jules. “Think Tris may be hearing about that later.”
“Oh, he doesn’t have to know.” She slid her arm around Randy’s neck and pressed close. “We don’t want to rile him up.”
“You like when he’s riled up.”
“Oh yeah.” Jules tossed a smug, flirty smile over her shoulder at the rest of the occupants of the bus, many of whom were listening to their byplay. “I so do.”
“I have something that may rile you up myself.” Randy’s grin was a little smug.
Mal flipped through a magazine he’d produced from who knows where. “Never good to make false promises to a woman, man. They always remember.”
“Nah, this is a sure thing.” Randy gripped his girlfriend’s shoulders and tilted his head. “How would you feel if I said I hooked us all up with tickets for the sold-out Urban show in Omaha tonight?”
Jules’s squeal made Ryan grimace. “Oh, is it sold out? We hadn’t even had a chance to check yet. You’re the best! All of us? Are you sure?” She gave him a loud, smacking kiss and turned to Elle, who’d jumped to her feet.
“I know a guy—” Randy began, but Jules had already moved on to shriek with Elle. “He used to work with us here, actually, but he ditched us to be Urban’s lighting engineer and you so aren’t listening to me.” Randy smiled and shook his head, crossing his arms.
“Thank you, honey. Love you!” Jules said over her shoulder before returning her attention to Elle.
