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His hand curled around my waist and I got another flash of his tongue ring when he licked his lips. “Youcando a lot of things, I’m sure, Firecracker. That doesn’t mean you should. That piece of shit ex of yours might’ve let you do all sorts of things by yourself, but just consider that maybe that’s because he isn’t a real man.”
I flushed as his words sank in. My natural instinct to argue was there, but I swallowed it down and smiled instead. “Maybe you’re right.”
He glanced over my shoulder and took a step back. “Bathroom’s open. Go, get changed.”
I looked over my shoulder and saw Mack standing in the pathway that led to the rest of the bus. He was dressed, thankfully, but it didn’t exactly take away from his hotness. I grabbed my bag and walked towards him. “I got my bag. Thanks, again.”
He nodded and moved sideways, but not out of the way. The three of them on the bus didn’t leave a lot of extra room to move around, especially towards the back half of the bus. When I moved past him, my chest brushed against his and I watched his eyes narrow on me. I held my breath and then bumped right into Xavier. He wrapped his arm around me to keep me steady and I found myself plastered against his chest.
“Not a lot of space back here. Sorry.” Xavier gently moved away and smiled. “Let me get out of your way.”
I shook my head and nodded back at Mack. “Mack didn’t. I’ll just squeeze by.”
Squeezing past Xavier was an even tighter fit and it wasn’t just my chest that rubbed against him. I felt a bulge in his pants against my stomach and fought the need to look down and see if it looked as big as it felt.
He grunted when my bag hit him after I made it through but when I turned to check on him, he held up his hand. “I’m good. Go on.”
I was slipping into the bathroom when I heard Mack laughing. “Put that thing away before you poke someone’s eye out, X. Jesus.”
I pressed my back against the door and covered my face with my hands. I was pretty sure I wasn’t living in reality anymore. Working in my job meant I’d seen several famous musicians, but whatever was happening with JAX felt different. I was sure they were just flirts, but I was picking up big energy.
I opened my bag and looked at the things I’d brought and made a split second decision. My anger at Matthew directed my hands as I pulled out the outfit I’d planned to seduce him with. A corset top that made my boobs look out of this world and a skirt that flirted around my thighs with every move I made weren’t things I’d typically wear out in public, but I was going out for a drink with one of the biggest bands in the country. I wanted to look as good as they did. Or, at least try to.
Both the top and skirt were black, as were most of my clothes. I nearly died trying to get on the corset, but with a little maneuvering and a nipple almost lost in the battle, I got it on. I slipped my feet into black strappy heels that I only wore on special occasions so Matthew didn’t complain about the way I towered over him. I spent a few minutes darkening my makeup for a night out and put a gloss over my red lips to make them pop.
It was as I was working my hair into a cute half-back style that I realized I was primping like I was going out on a date and maybe doing too much. I was suddenly embarrassed and horrified that I would walk out of the bathroom, just to have the guys look awkward about how much effort I’d put into simple drinks. My heart hammered and I pulled my cell phone out to quickly send a picture to Jagger.
Do I look like I’m a desperate groupie?
He called immediately. “What the fuck are you wearing? Are you going out with that piece of shit, wearingthat?”
To say that my brother hated my recent ex would be an understatement. “Just tell me that I look okay. I’m nervous. I’m not going out with Matthew. I found Matthew cheating on me a few hours ago and dumped him.”
“I’ll murder him.” Jagger growled out the words and I heard the sound of his screen door slam shut.
“Look, we can do the fuck Matthew dance later, but I’m about to go out for drinks with JAX right now, Jag. JAX. Do I look desperate?” I stared at my reflection and frowned. “I think I look desperate.”
“What did you say?”
Groaning, I accidentally stomped my foot and then glared at the appendage like it’d wronged me. “You heard me, Jag.”
“You look fine. You’re going out with JAX? As in my favorite band? I don’t believe you. Send me a picture.”
“I’m not sending you a picture, Jag!” A knock on the bathroom door made me yelp. “Just a minute!”
Mack’s low voice came from the other side of the door, clear as day. “Why don’t you come out here and let us tell you that you don’t look desperate?”
5
Layla
“Wasthatoneofthem? Holy shit. Put them on the phone. Right now, Layla Rose Morgan!”
I shoved the phone out of the door and pressed my forehead against the wall. It would’ve been good to know the bathroom wasn’t sound proof before I’d taken Jagger’s call.
Mack reached into the bathroom and wrapped his arm around my waist, easily tugging me into his arms and towards the front of the bus while he spoke with Jagger. “So, Jagger, huh? Who are you to Layla?”
I couldn’t hear Jagger’s reply but whatever it was made Mack grin. I swallowed my nerves and looked up to see Jones and Xavier’s eyes heat when they saw me. I barely resisted the urge to tug my skirt down and moved out of Mack’s arms instead. I put my hands on my hips and stared up at him. “He’s my brother.”
