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“It took long enough,” I sigh, standing and putting away my phone. Layla looks gorgeous with a long-sleeved black bodysuit with pearls sewn in that covers her bruised inner arm. She is wearing a black skirt that hits her knees that’s frilly and ruffled. I think it’s called a tutu?
Her knee-high combat boots even things out with her blonde curls looking wild and beautiful. My girl looks like the warrior she is. Striding over to Layla, I drag my finger up her throat, pushing gently until she’s staring up at me.
“Hey,” she breathes.
“I wanted to tell you how beautiful you look before you went on stage,” I say, kissing her forehead. I don’t want to fuck up her dark pink lipstick. I know she usually uses smudge proof makeup, but what are the odds that this one time she chooses one that isn’t?
Her makeup is made up of browns and golds, her wing tip perfect and sharp. Her earrings crawl up her ear before they dangle, and she’s not wearing any necklaces because the bodysuit has a high neckline.
“Kill it up there, Little Flower,” I breathe. Her lips part into the most perfect smile before she nods and turns away. Stepping back, I watch as the opening band walks off stage andThe Midnight Lightssteps on.
As much as they give each other shit, I watch them transform when they’re on stage. Layla walks taller, her hips rolling withevery step, Mav looks lighter in his mesh T-shirt and low slung jeans, and Atlas smiles more. I don’t know what it is about performing, but they’re the best versions of themselves when they’re out there.
Draven? His smile is more mischievous than ever. I think he’s about the same on stage and off. His sleeveless T-shirt and leather pants are definitely drawing attention as the crowd screams.
Switching my attention to Mav still makes me want to punch him, and my hand fists.
I need to do something about this before it becomes an issue. Maybe I’ll talk to Draven about doing something to make me feel better. I need to know that Mav’s serious about making things up to Layla.
Maybe I’ll see if Draven is up for a small kidnapping and roughing Mav up. Fuck, Ronan and his brothers wouldn’t be against it either. A plan is starting to form, helping me to relax.
Layla fidgeted all night in her sleep, another reason I’m dead on my feet. I’d rather blame the mob and the stupid camera, than ever lay my problems at her feet. We were supposed to spend another night at the hotel, but I’d rather sleep on the damn bus on the way to Kansas City.
My neck itches as if I’m being watched and it’s making me feel fucking paranoid. I need to get the hell out of Chicago as soon as possible.
Layla puts the band through their paces again, refusing to give cues, but it forces them to give her laser focus. The three of them give her intense eye contact and attention, and it makes the band look like they’re much tighter knit than they actually are.
The crowd goes insane for them, making me whoop and yell like mad. I don’t usually watch them perform, but I couldn’t pull myself away. Trial by fire looks damn good from here.
Mav and Atlas stare at Layla in awe as she talks to the crowd, making sure to introduce each of the band members and let them show off a bit. The crowd loves it, making Layla’s head drop back in a laugh.
Fuck, I hate my decision to get the fuck out of Chicago right now because I want to give my girl so many orgasms. I know another game we can play, and I’m sure Draven will be down to participate.
His cock looks amazing when it’s deep down Layla’s throat. Sounds like the perfect way to keep her quiet.
Layla jumps into my arms, but I’m ready to catch her.
“You were perfect out there, Little Flower. I’m so damn hard right now, all I want to do is sink my cock into your perfect pussy. Change of plans that I want to run by you which will lead to how I’m going to make this happen. We are going to pack up the rooms and take the bus early to Kansas City, okay?” I ask her, already walking toward the exit with her as the guys follow us. My words are running into each other right now, and I’m not usually one to talk so fast.
“I feel it too,” she murmurs. “It doesn’t feel safe here.”
“Then we’re in agreement,” I growl. “So I was thinking… I need to give you orgasms and Draven’s cock should perfectly gag you while you come while we’re on the bus. Are you in?”
Grinning evilly as she tries to process my words as the guys walk behind us, she nods. I know they can’t hear us because I’m speaking so softly. If they have superhuman hearing, then fuck them.
“I’m so in. I’m a little disappointed you can’t walk and fuck, Tyler,” she says, pouting.
Throwing my head back in a shout of laughter, I shake my head. “I love you so much, Baby. Never change.”
Now that she’s thrown down the gauntlet, I need to find a way to walk and fuck and not go to jail.
Challenge accepted.
Twenty-One
ATLAS
Idon’t understand how this tiny woman can throw grown men into a tailspin. Mav is growling and snarling at everyone as he sits in a corner of the bus thinking. I don’t know how to help him, which pisses me off.
