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“Did you just give me a compliment and praise me on my killing skills?” Layla calls out after me, making me chuckle under my breath. Yeah, no way on earth was she letting me get away with that one.
“As long as you promise to fit through doorways, I’ll continue to give you compliments,” I promise, turning to face her as I walk backwards. Tyler is hiding a smile and Draven is staring at Layla as if she hung the moon.
I don’t know about the moon, but she is definitely my sun. The world feels warmer and kinder with her in it. Turning around before I trip like an oaf and fall, I walk to the room Mav and I are sharing.
“Let’s get out of here in the next fifteen minutes!” Tyler calls out. “I’ll call the driver now.”
Damn, I hope we’re able to tip him. It’s now almost four in the morning, it sucks that we have to pull our driver out of bed.
“We’re all packed, Atlas,” Mav says with a nod at the bags. “Go grab a shower, you’ll feel better before we’re crammed in the bus.”
Wow, there’s even clothes on the bed, waiting for me. Glancing at him in surprise, Mav shrugs. “I realized I stopped doing nice shit for you. It’s dumb, but I want to start again. I don’t say it enough, but I love you. We got each other through a really dark period of time. It’s time to figure out what life looks like now.”
Blowing out a breath, I nod. Everything got screwed up when Mav and I pushed Layla aside. We got lost in each other and sex, but we became really ugly people in the meantime. He’s right.
Walking over to him, I give him a kiss, hugging him tightly. “Thank you for putting up with my shit,” I tell him. “I love you, and I have no idea where I’d be without you.”
My eyes feel funny, and I bite my lip as I blink. Mav chuckles even as his eyes get glassy too. “Same, Baby,” he rumbles. “Now go shower before you run out of time.”
Smacking my ass as he pushes me away, I chuckle as I head to the bathroom. A shower sounds really fucking good now. I’m such a good boy, my cock is already rock hard just from a single spank.
I need some time with my hand and a replay in my mind of how gorgeous Layla was earlier as she was having her sweet ass punished for being a brat.
I didn’t make my presence known, but the guys knew I was there the entire time and then they offered me the best place of all: on my knees at Layla’s feet.
LAYLA
Tyler is a machine as he hurries us all out the door. Draven hooks his arm around me, pulling our suitcases behind us, and before I know it, we’re on the bus.
“Lennon is flying to NYC,” Tyler says, sitting next to me with a small yawn. Damn, I’m the only one who went to bed I think. “She texted me as we were walking out to tell me. We have our own army on the way.”
“I hate that I’m dragging her out of bed,” I sigh. “What about the babies?”
“Lenny said that she left them with Tori and Tesa. Everyone is taken care of and good to go. How are you?” Tyler asks.
“I’m okay, kind of annoyed I have everyone running around in circles because of an overgrown manchild who doesn’t know how to play nicely in the sandbox.” I pout. Seán is pissing me off. “Egomaniac ass.”
“You’re so sexy when you’re mad.” Tyler smirks, leaning over me to claim my lips. “Be careful, don’t take unnecessary risks, and get the fuck out. Is that understood?”
Swallowing thickly as I look into his caramel eyes as he pushes up his glasses, it’s easy to get lost in them. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper as he growls.
“Nope, none of that,” Draven chuckles. “You need to sleep, Lovely. Off with you.”
“I don’t want to sleep alone.” I pout again.
“I’m still tired if you don’t mind sharing your bed with me,” Mav says with a yawn. I’ve noticed that he tends to sleep in the bus living room a lot or cat naps. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him sleep like a normal person.
I blame these thoughts for my next words. “I don’t mind,” I squeak. Tyler raises his eyebrow at me with his lips pressed together and I wrinkle my nose at him. It’s amazing how much we can say to each other while never speaking.
“I’ll see you when it’s a decent time with food and coffee,” Tyler says aloud, kissing my nose to make me smile.
“You’re the best. I love you,” I tell him, standing to go back to the bedroom. Mav’s hand sits lightly on the base of my spine, and I find I don’t hate it.
Opening the door, I step inside while Mav hesitantly follows me. “For the record, this doesn’t have to mean anything. You can still hate me in the morning,” he mumbles as he watches me toe off my shoes and burrow into my blankets. “Lay, you look like you’re tunneling when you get into bed.”
There’s amusement in his eyes as he leaves the door cracked and walks over to me. I don’t correct his use of my nickname today, because I really am sleepy, and I find I hate him a little less today.
The voice that typically runs through my mind is quieter as well.
