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I don’t belong to Mav or Atlas. I never did.
“I’ll take that beer on tap, please,” he says, gesturing to a craft beer. The glasses add to the teacher vibes we enjoy playing with in the bedroom. Tyler enjoys orgasm denial while telling me that I’m his very good girl.
“You got it.” The bartender nods. “You folks need anything?” the bartender asks Mav, Atlas, and the nameless bandmate. I refuse to push for it, I may just start calling him No-name.
It’s not my fault he doesn’t have manners.
Mav and Atlas order drinks, while No-name declines.
“I don’t even know if we can work together,” Mav tells me, continuing our conversation. “It seems like your past band wasn’t a good fit, but is your boyfriend going to hang around all of the time? If you’re planning on making new music, won’t he get in the way?”
“Derek never got in the way when he was your social media manager,” I shoot back, twisting around to look at him. Tyler moves, giving me some room, though his hand lands on the small of my back. Letting his warmth fade into me, I bite the bullet. “Tyler is the band’s new social media manager, IT consultant, and cyber security expert. He’s going to be with me on the tour at all times.Music Horde Recordshired him to take over all of their technology needs.”
“Oh this is good. The old man is my hero, even though I want to wring his damn neck,” No-name grits out. Raising my brow at him, I wait for him to remember his manners. “Damn, Chickie, I don’t think I offered my name, did I?”
“Nope,” I agree, popping the ‘P’. I’ve been fairly patient, and really need to get into the specifics, or let my uncle know that I’m going home. Maybe Tyler can move in with me at the cottage since he no longer has an apartment? Would my sister mind?
Tyler kisses my forehead, murmuring in the shell of my ear something that he tells me often. “You and me against the world, Little Flower. Take a breath.”
Forcing air into my lungs, I force myself not to nod like a loon. The last thing I need is for someone to accuse me of spiraling out. There’s just so much running through my mind.
“My name is Draven, are you quite all right over there?” He’s looking at me as if he can tell I’m having a heavy internal monologue with myself. I’m just freaking the fuck out over here.
“Fine,” I bite out, turning when my drink arrives, to take a deep sip from it. Sighing, I face them again, and no it didn’t make it any better. I don’t consume alcohol very often, so I’ll be drinking this slowly. “Too much history that should stay buried.”
“So you know these two assholes,” Draven teases me. Atlas and Mav are looking at him as if he’s grown another head, and I take this as evidence to tread lightly around him. None of them are safe.
“I used to tour with them a million years ago,” I confirm. Damn, I need to change the subject. “It was brought up that I need a babysitter. I can assure you Uncle Jordan didn’t contract Tyler to do business with him because I need a keeper.”
“I have a feeling he knew you’d need me regardless, though, Lay. You can take care of yourself just fine,” Tyler says. Always on my side, this man. His hand moves to my hip as he takes a small sip of his beer, and Mav and Atlas move to grab their drinks.
“Let’s move this conversation where there will be less people,” Mav grunts. There are booths toward the back of the bar, away from everyone, and we walk toward one.
“I feel as if there’s a lot I’m missing,” Draven says, making me shrug. I don’t have to rip myself open for his pleasure. If the guys decide to tell him, that’s up to them. Draven stares at the boothfor a moment before turning and grabbing a chair to sit at the end.
Wondering why he’d do that, I slip in after Tyler, so I’m not forced to sit next to the douche-canoes. I don’t miss the hiss as Draven tries to get comfortable.
“Problem?” I ask him. He asked me, so I feel as if it’s fair play for me to ask in kind.
Mav chuckles darkly, his cheeks becoming ruddy with color. He hasn’t had much to drink, so I wonder what is causing it. Glancing between the two of them, Draven gives a ruthless, private smile.
“Best not to ask, Chickie. Something tells me you’re a bit too innocent for the likes of us,” he says.
I dig my nails into my palm to hold onto my anger. They’re making fun of me, and I have no idea how or why. Tyler squeezes my side, forcing me to pay attention to him as he leans over enough to grab the hem of my dress and starts to slowly pull it up. Draven can’t see it, and we’re in a corner as well.
Fuck it, I’ll go wherever Tyler will lead me. I lost my virginity on a blanket on the beach, the crashing of the waves the perfect soundtrack. Of course, we made sure to take a walk further down the sand beforehand after Lenny’s wedding, so no one would trip over us.
I have no regrets. It was perfect in every way and I came five times. The feeling of Tyler’s roughened fingers as he moves higher and higher up my leg makes me want to squirm, but the guys will notice. I don’t want to end my fun before it’s started.
“Whatever that means,” I tell Draven, struggling not to roll my eyes again. At this rate, they may stay up there. “Here are things you need to know. My bandmates quit earlier this week, saying I was difficult to work with. I’m sorry if I’m not a drug addict and refuse to do them. I also have an issue being raped inmy own tour bus while I’m sleeping. Does this make me difficult to work with?”
I’m being deadly serious and Atlas leans forward as he shakes his head. “No, it doesn’t. How long did you work with them?” he asks.
It’s as if as soon as I stopped entertaining their bullshit, they stopped shoveling it at me. Miracles do happen.
“Two years?—”
“You worked with a possible rapist for two years? Goddamn, let me guess, you didn’t say anything at all?” Draven looks at me closely, and I ignore him.
