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“Not right now,” I growl, breaking away from his hold. “Fucking hell. Lay off the drinks or whatever the fuck you smoked and chill out.”
He moans again, curling in half. My features twist in disgust when I think he’s about to throw up on my shoes. I give him a little shove, then stalk for the door back into the house.
My brain fires a warning that my little brother isn’t well. I promised Mum I would take care of him when I convinced her to let him join the band. In reality, I selfishly only wanted his skill on the guitar. But logic takes a back seat, my body too wired up from the line I snorted in the bathroom a little bit ago and the offer we just received from a big name label.
I didn’t come here to babysit. I came here to get my dick sucked and celebrate.
I trail our bassist up the narrow staircase. We make it to the first empty room, and he locks the door behind us. His pierced tongue flicks out over his bottom lip as he drags his gaze up and down my body. “No more distractions.”
“None,” I agree with a nod.
“The things I’m going to do to you—”
“All of them.Now. Get on your knees.” I shove him down with a hand on his shoulder and take out my painfully hard dick. His wide eyes flit up to mine, slightly alarmed.
“Sultry voice and you’re packing? Shit, you’re a treat, Zander.”
He draws me into his warm mouth, and I’m dissolving into pleasure. I grip the hair at the top of his head and drive into him. Harder. He gags, but takes it like a good fucking slut, so I pound into him unrestrained, wanting to see tears streaming down his face. Wanting to see just how much of me he can take. Wanting the pressure of that piece of metal along the underside of my dick.
I’m close to nutting down his throat when a knock rattles the door.
A growl rips free. “I swear to god—”
“Zander!” Eric, our drummer, calls out.
“This had better be fucking good,” I yell through the door.
“You got eyes on your little brother, dude? He’s got me worried. He’s pretty fucked up. Told him not to accept anything from strangers.”
I slam my head against the door and jam my dick further down Jackson’s throat, chasing my release. The knock comes again, and Jackson pops off me. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and slides his body up mine as he rises to his feet.
So much for no distractions.
“You think we should check on Lex?” he asks, brows furrowing.
“Damn it!” I rage, stuffing my half hard dick back into my boxers. Without fixing my trousers, I rip open the door and stumble down the hall. “Lex!” I roar, unconcerned about disturbing the party. If Lex is going to stop me from getting off, then I get to be angry.
I storm down the stairs, eyes scanning over too many people crammed into the small house. Music blasts from speakers, vibrating the furniture as I stumble against it. No towering dark-haired figure to be found, I weave my way back to the patio where I last saw my brother.
Worry builds in my gut. Did he leave? Did someone take advantage of him and pull him into a bedroom? If so, I’m getting booked for murder tonight.
I will my limbs faster, quickly zipping up my fly as my heart beats erratically, chugging thick blood through my veins. The patio is still empty, but then I see something lurking at the bottom of the pool.
Invisible hands rip my heart from my chest, snapping arteries and all.No. That can’t be him.
I throw myself into the deceivingly deep pool head first. Cold water chills my skin as I swim down and wrap an arm around Lex’s waist. I haul him to the surface, drawing us over to the edge of the pool.
“Someone call 9-9-9!” I scream over the blaring music.
Eric rushes over, hands grabbing at Lex’s shirt and lifting him onto the pavement. I clamber out, dropping to my knees hard enough to split the skin.
Why isn’t he spitting out water? Drawing in breath?
The music continues to blast from the house. Jackson sets into motion, barging inside, cursing and shouting for people to turn it off. His eyes keep sweeping back to Lex with feral panic as he raises his phone to his ear and yells into it.
“He’s not breathing,” I shriek. “Why’s he not breathing?”
“Zander.” Eric’s careful tone shatters me.
