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We got used to tiny rooms overseas, so this is almost luxurious. Best to take advantage while I can.
Leaning over, I cup Mav’s face. He looks a bit worried and lost, and I hate that this situation is making him feel this way. Usually when he’s like this, I let him punish my ass, but that’s off the table for a bit. I don’t know how we kept our relationship from everyone else for so long now that we’re fucking like bunnies.
It just felt like something we weren’t ready to share with the world at the time.
“We’ll figure it out,” I promise him. “She’s got the boyfriend to keep her busy, interviews, and music. I think it’s best to make ourselves scarce unless we’re needed, too.”
Brushing his lips with mine, I close my eyes as I deepen the kiss. Mav’s stubble is prickly against my hand, and I revel in thefeel of it, knowing he’ll be shaving today. His goatee is always perfectly trimmed, and he’s so damn gorgeous.
“Now to throw the girl out of the bathroom,” I tease, my voice low and husky from kissing him.
“Good luck,” he chuckles.
Getting up off the bed, I struggle to remember how much of a girly girl Layla was all of those years ago but can’t. Did she stay in the bathroom for hours primping?
It doesn’t seem to jive with the girl I was falling for.
Opening the room door, I almost collide with Layla as she comes out fully dressed in a pair of ripped up jeans, boots, and a tank-top. Rolling my eyes because she’s sure to freeze, I huff as I let her pass. Layla doesn’t bother to react except to raise her wide eyes up at me before rushing past.
I should snap that she should excuse herself, but all I can think about is if she would look at me like that if she were on her knees for me as my cock bobbed in her face.
Shaking my head, I slam into the bathroom, thinking that as much as I talk a good game, I agree with Mav.
We’re fucked.
“Okay,this is where I’ll leave you all,” Jordan says, standing in front of the bus. He stares at Layla as if there’s a thousand things he wants to say to her but can’t.
“This shit right here is what I have a problem with,” I grunt, my finger pointing between them. “You coddle her too damn much. She’s an adult, she can work and perform without you hovering.”
I know Layla is the baby of the family, but if she wants to pull the ‘adult’ card, then she needs to act like one.
“It’s time to push her out of the nest,” Mav says, rolling his eyes. We’ve always been good at feeding off each other, but in recent years it’s gotten hard not to channel that into snark and sarcasm.
“I’ll be fine,” Layla says with a smile. “I won’t get kidnapped, there’s no one to climb onto my bus without my knowledge, and everyone who would want to hurt me is dead. I promise, I’m good.”
Blinking, I realize I missed something as Jordan nods and hugs her. Her sister went through some serious shit and we lost her for a while, but I didn’t think Layla was in any danger.
There’s a lot I don’t know about the girl in front of me. I’m not sure if I want to know, but if I don’t make some kind of effort, I’ll continue to be smacked in the face by these truth bombs. Even Draven is watching her like a puzzle he wants to solve.
Tyler just takes it all in stride, shaking Jordan’s hand and reminding him that they’ll be in touch if necessary. Jordan Miles had a back up plan in Tyler to ensure she’d be alright around us.
As they say hello to the driver and climb up the stairs, Jordan’s blue eyes almost look stormy as he gazes at us.
“I’m going to have lunch at O’Malley’s, do a little work, and see if I need to do any damage control,” he murmurs. My eyes widen at his words. “Layla has a lot of friends in fun professions. I need to see if I need to call in any favors before I leave. You lot are already giving me more work to do. Could you at least try to keep your noses clean?”
Jordan Miles has cleaned up a lot of messes in the last five years. He’s never complained about it till today though. Although, we also never accidentally put Layla in physical danger before, either.
“Deciding on that bar for the open mic night was my fault,” Mav rumbles. “I didn’t realize how rough it was. Have you been able to figure out if there are mafia ties?”
“Yeah,” Jordan sighs. “Bailey O’Malley runs that bar, and his cousin has mafia connections. They either owe my niece a favor or she’s a liability. I just need to figure out how I’m going to need to play this.”
“When did you become a superhero?” Draven snorts. “Hacker, fixer, what else can you do?”
Smirking, Jordan shrugs. “Whatever is needed,” he says. “Layla is going to start carrying her knife again. Don’t piss her off.”
Waving, he walks off, leaving us to stare after him.
“Did you know he was this dark and broody?” Draven asks, his tattooed hand waving after our manager.
