Nocturnes (32 page)

A collective grin spreads among us. None of us can stay serious for too long, but there’s definitely a moment of communion. We’re a motherfucking band. And we rock.

“Look at us getting all artistic and shit, adding a genuine dancer to our little crew,” Letty brags. “Five nobodies from Athens, Georgia, making it big, and bringing some culture to the stage.”

Eve laughs. “Stripping is culture?”

“To Letty, it is. Anything sexy that doesn’t involve straps or public indecency qualifies as classy for her. I think she secretly wishes she could be a stripper, but she has a problem with bladder control. Right, Squirt?” I wink at her.

Letty blows me off. “Oh, and you’re a saint? You’ve had sex with every member of the band, dicksneeze.” Her eyes pop, and she covers her mouth as she turns to Eve. “Shit. I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have said that.”

Shades springs up an index finger. “Technically, we didn’t have sex. But sex was definitely involved.”

I rub my eyes. Great. Way to break her in.

Eve writes off their comments with a flippant wave of her hand. “I’ve done half of New Orleans, so you’re all in good company.”

Letty’s head notches to the side. “Realll-ly?” Waggling her brows, she draws out the word. “We’ll have to compare notes very soon, my friend. Right now I got a dick to fuck. Y’all bitches give us fifteen.” She slams a hand to Shades’s crotch and drags him to his feet.

Grinning, Shades follows Letty out of the office. Giggles and thundering footsteps trail down the hall. Jillian shakes her head and pulls out her cigarette case. “I’m grabbing a smoke.” She leaves too.

Toombs, Jinx, Eve, and I are left. After a few seconds, I break the awkward silence. “So, I guess I should thank the three of you for conspiring behind my back. Nice to feel loved.” I’m half-kidding, but I truly mean the part about feeling loved.

Eve raises her hand. “I’ll come clean.” She crosses her long, lusty legs and butts her chest against me. I swear her tits are magical. I can’t wait to motorboat these bounteous globes of power later. Or maybe fuck them again. I adjust in my seat. Goddamn cock never quits.

“Your buddy Toombs contacted me a while back. He told me what was happening with you and said he’d keep me up to date on how you were doing. I made him promise that as soon as you were well—and happy—he would let me know. After you left, I was so anxious to get back to you, I planned to fly to wherever you were on tour and surprise you.

“I opted not to have plastic surgery after the accident. Charlie, the owner of Nocturnes offered to pay for it, but she couldn’t reinstate me in Hell regardless of what I decided, and I never wanted to go back there again anyway.” She traces the line across her cheek and under her chin. “As shitty as this is, it’s part of me. It’s a page in my history book, whether I like it or not. In the months we’ve been apart, I’ve accepted my imperfections for what they are: battle scars that didn’t kill me but made me stronger.”

I swipe a thumb down the raised line. “You’re perfect. Always have been.”

She shakes her head and smiles as red flushes her skin. “Toombs sent me the links to some videos of your previous performances of ‘Eve’s Nocturne’ from the tour, and I knew what I had to do. That song is
ours
.” She enunciates the “ours” with defensive determination. Like she’s proving a point.

It’s not lost on me. I could never forget her dancing to that song in her loft. Definitely ours.

“So I worked up a routine, and waited for the right moment. Toombs texted me this morning and set up everything.”

I glance to Toombs. Admiration swells in my chest. “It’s been a hard couple of months. Thanks for hanging in there with me, man.”

We lock eyes. “No thanks necessary. It was completely selfish. I was sick of listening to you whine like a bitch,” he teases and shrugs.

Jinx jumps in. “Toombs remembered and transcribed the lyrics from your notebook for Letty. She and Shades tinkered with the song until they got it the way they wanted it. The four of us practiced every chance we could when you weren’t around. Gavin was nice enough to agree to guest sing tonight.”

So, I was right. Toombs memorized the song the night I crashed on the bus.

“Letty was fucking ecstatic,” Toombs says.

I shake my head. “I’ll bet.”

“Glad to have you back. And Eve too.” Jinx high-fives her, and contentment warms me. It’s reassuring to know my bandmates accept Eve. Hopefully, the transition to life on the road will be easy on her too.

Life on the road.

With Eve.

Who would have thought?

Luckiest. Dude. Ever.

Jillian swaggers back into the room and checks her watch. “Time to roll. We’re all square with management. The roadies are almost done packing up the trailer, and we’ve got a busy day tomorrow. Chop, chop.” She herds us to the door.

On our way across the cordoned-off blacktop, I bite my gaze into Eve’s swaying ass and lick my lips. “I can’t wait to show you my bunk, pretty lady,” I say in a perverted old-man voice while I goose her.

She giggles and swats my hand away. “Big enough for two, I hope. We’re gonna be spending a lot of time in there if I have anything to say about it.”

“I’m pretty sure I can make room.”

I chase her across the lot and push in front as we near the bus. Jillian, Jinx, and Toombs bring up the rear. As I mount the steps, heavy panting and grunts hit my ears. The crew crashes into me from behind as I halt and grin.

“Yeah, Shades, give it to me. Harder, bitch. Harder! Fuck that pussy…” Letty yells.

On the couch opposite the door, Letty and Shades are engaged in a raging fuckfest. They didn’t bother taking off their clothes. They just shoved them out of the way.

I grin and hold up a hand to stop the line of people in my wake. “Hey, y’all gather round and watch the show.”

Eve and Jillian fill in on either side of me. Jinx and Toombs are behind them.

“You might want to step back a little, though,” I warn them.

Their shocked expressions get a snicker out of me. They have no idea what’s about to happen.

Boobs bouncing and hips grinding, Letty looks up from her humpity-humping and doesn’t even try to be modest. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Don’t you people have your own fucking to do?”

I can’t see Shades’s face hidden behind her, but his fingers dart around front, dive into Letty’s twat alongside his cock, and churn batter. Letty clamps her jaw tight, falls against Shades, and hoses the aisle with enough juice to open a goddamn Squirt Stand.

I laugh, and then face everyone else. Four jaws dangle. Jillian’s electronic cigarette drops from her lips and clangs to the bus floor.

“What. The. Fuck?” our manager chokes out.

Jinx and Toombs stare in awe. Eve grins with perverted fascination.

Letty collapses onto Shades, diddles herself, and ekes out another squirt that just misses my boots. “Fuuuck!”

After a few seconds of recovery (on everyone’s part), Letty tugs her miniskirt down, stands, and says, “That’s what y’all get for barging in while I’m having my way with Shades. I told you to give us fifteen.”

“It’s been thirty,” I say.

“Fair enough. What are you all standing around gawking for, you pervs? You waiting for fucking lessons?”

Eve steps forward, eyes wide, barely missing the puddle Letty made. “I’d love to learn how to squirt like that.”

Oh, divine, righteous fuck-a-delia. That would be the hottest thing since…since nothing I can think of. The hottest of hotness. The holiest of holy. “I fully support this idea,” I declare. “I’d even be willing to put up scholarship money to send Eve to Letty’s School of Squirtery.”

“Uh…” Jinx’s mouth is still open.

Toombs grins ear to ear beside her. “I’d be down with Letty giving lessons. If the rest of us can watch.”

Letty’s frown softens into an interested smile. “No problem. But you know, I’d have to touch Jinx. Intimately.” She winks and eases her gaze down Jinx’s chest. “I’ve always wanted a shot at you, hot stuff.”

Toombs backs into the nearest bolted chair and leans forward eagerly, his grin somehow wider.

Jillian pushes in front of everyone. “Me first.”

Letty flashes her pretty white teeth. “There’s plenty of time to learn and experiment. Squirt lessons for all interested parties begin tomorrow. This hot pussy needs some time to recuperate after that shagging.” She blows a kiss to Shades and strokes herself through the skirt.

“Hell yeah, pussycat.” Shades catches the imaginary kiss, zips his fly, and drops his lips to her neck.

“We are Killer Buzz Float, where the women rock the cock—or in Jillian’s case, the twat—and the dudes cut loose our love fountains, quenching the insatiable thirsts of cock-kind. Long live The Rock!” She pulls her fist down hard.

“Long live The Rock!” we all echo.

Laughter ensues as Letty and Shades toss a couple towels over their mess, Jinx and Toombs paw all over each other as they stumble to his bunk, and poor, corrupted Jillian puffs furiously on her electronic cigarette.

I guide Eve by the hand to my bunk and kiss her fingers. “You see what they’re like? Shit gets crazy around here. You sure you’re ready for it?”

Her clear eyes hit me with such intensity, I feel like I’ve been zapped by a cattle prod. “If today’s any indication of what my life—
our
life—is about to become, then I’ll sign my soul to the devil right now. I’m
so
on board with this plan.”

“Letty really will teach you how to squirt.”

“I’m counting on it.” She grins and then unzips my jeans. “Now, I believe you owe me some mind-blowing orgasms. I’ve only had one today, and my quota is five.”

“Do they all have to be with me?”

She pouts. “I suppose I could rub them out myself if you’re not up for it—”

I sink my teeth into that plump lower lip and drag her behind my bunk curtain like a kill I’m about to rip to pieces. Because yeah. Meat. Hungry. Caveman.

Once settled into the small space, I pop my egregiously horny cock free and stuff it in her eager hands. She strokes. I could come just staring at her.

The first time I hit Nocturnes, I sat shit-faced staring at a pole, convinced that spiraling downward was the way to go because it was so goddamn easy. Turns out I was partially right. Climbing up is a hell of a lot harder than falling down. But without the climb, you never get a bird’s-eye view of all the shit behind you that you now own instead of the other way around.

Yeah, the struggle to the top was totally worth it.

I curl my hand around Eve’s. “Ready to give this pole a workout it’ll never forget?”

“Baby, you’re my number-one, go-to pole. Always.” Her lips cover mine, our hearts sync, and I submit to an all-encompassing wave of pure, perfect happiness.

About the Author

Kendall Grey is the self-appointed past, present, and future president of the Authors Behaving Badly Club. A whale warrior and indie freedom fighter, she spends summers in the corner (usually with a dunce cap on her head) and winters hunched at the peak of Mt. Trouble, fiery pens of fury (complete with invisible ink) flying across the pages. She has a big set of cajones, and she’s not afraid to use them. In her spare time, Kendall speaks your mind so you don’t have to.

Kendall lives off a dirt road near Atlanta, Georgia, but don’t hold that against her.

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