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“I’ll do laundry before we leave Cleveland,” Tyler promises with a smirk, pulling me into our room. Cleaning up and getting redressed in a pair of jeans, another crop top and my knife, I shove my feet into flats and call it good. My lips are swollen, my pupils a little blown with lust still, and my stomach is rumbling again.
“I need to feed you,” Draven says, frowning as he walks out of the room wearing a new pair of jeans. My lips twitch, incredibly tickled right now.
“Okay,” I tell him, my voice giving away my mirth.
“Something funny?” he chuckles. “I had to give myself an intense wipe down, I had cum everywhere. I just decided to throw myself in the shower for the world’s fastest wash with soap.”
I can’t breathe from giggling so hard. I think my funny bone was hit after I orgasmed. “Did you wash your hands too?” I wheeze.
“Yes, chick,” he growls, as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. It doesn’t feel like the insult it used to be somehow. “I’m taking the comedian to dinner, Tyler.”
I can hear the water running and roll my eyes. “Did everyone get a shower except me?”
“Mmm, I like the idea of his cum on you while I take you out on our first date.” Draven smirks.
“Text me with where you’re going. Have fun!” Tyler yells.
I’m hanging upside down, bouncing slightly as Draven starts toward the door.
“Ooh! Please grab my phone,” I tell him with a grin. “Dinner is on you, though, because I have no idea where my purse is.”
Scoffing, Draven pockets my phone. “As if I would ever let you pay for a meal, Lovely. You’ve built up an appetite, so how do you feel about Italian?”
My stomach growls so loudly Draven stops, shaking his head. “Baby, I swear to god, we need to make sure you eat better,” he says.
“Food on tour is a crapshoot,” I defend myself as he walks out of the room, his arm wrapped around my legs.
“What the hell is this?” Atlas asks, looking amused.
“Mine, bugger off,” Draven grunts, ignoring them. Looking up, I see Mav and Atlas’ surprised faces and realize Draven really is straddling the line the best way he knows how, between my world and theirs.
Maybe this tour won’t suck so badly after all.
DRAVEN
I don’t know what to do with Layla now that I’ve basically kidnapped her. What the fuck does someone do on a date?
I saw a hole in the wall Italian restaurant when we were walking earlier, so I figured I’d take her there. Now that I’m inside, I’m wondering if this place is a front for something. There are large men chatting in corners, and the woman who seats us has a wide, welcoming smile.
I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’m extra protective.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Layla says with a saucy smirk. She sticks out a bit here where everyone is in suits or long skirts, but she doesn’t seem to care. This is the girl I want to see more of.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been on a first date,” I tell her honestly.
Layla licks her lips as she looks down at the menu. She's clearly amused, and I can’t help but see the irony.
“My only first date was with Tyler, and my sister and her husband brought me to the club to make sure he wasn’t an ax murderer,” she giggles. I’m fascinated by everything about her, especially her important core memories.
“It’s an important trait,” Teresa, the waitress, says, coming back to the table with a wide smile. “Do you know what you’d like to order?”
“I really want rolls,” Layla murmurs. “Oh I know. Can I have the tagliatelle alla bolognese please?”
“Excellent choice,” Teresa says with a nod. “I can bring our garlic knots as well. For you, Sir?”
I order lasagna, handing the menu back to her with a smile. I’m suddenly glad we’re here because the small restaurant does smell amazing. I need to feed my girl.
“If he gives you any trouble, you let me know,” Teresa teases. Gasping, I put my hand on my heart as if scandalized. Layla snickers, thanking her.
