Revelry (Taint #1) (17 page)

“Thank you, brother,” he says, and tightens his arm, putting me into a headlock. I punch his kidneys several times and then he releases me and bangs on his chest, unleashing some fucking Tarzan call into the hangar.

When we step on the bus, Zed and Deb claim bunks at the back. I wait until I see where Ali is going, because no fucking way am I letting her sleep near Levi unattended. Ash moves toward the back and sets his shit down on the bunk across from Deb and Zed.

“Pick a bed, sweetheart,” Levi says. Ali tosses her bag on a bottom bunk and Levi picks the bunk opposite. “Coop, why don’t you take the other bunk at the back?”

“Nice fucking try, dickhead. I’m not leaving you alone with her,” I say. “You’re not gonna win that bet.” I take the bunk on top, grinning like an idiot when I think about it metaphorically.

“Oh, you think you are?” Levi steps closer, wedging Ali between us.

She shoves at our chests and hisses, “No one is winning any fucking bet that involves me. God, I knew this was a really bad idea. Please tell me the next three months isn’t going to be like this.”

We both watch her arse as Ali climbs into her bunk and then make out as if we weren’t thinking about all the things we wanted to do to her in that position.

“Now if you could all shut the hell up, I have some sleeping to do.” She closes the curtain and Levi and I stare at one another.

“She’s not fucking you, man,” I say. “You should give up now.”

“She’s not fucking you. I got this shit in the bag.”

Ali scoffs. “I’m not fucking either of you.”

“Next person to say fucking gets my boot shoved up their arse,” Deb says.

“You just said fucking,” Zed says, and my little sister who’s as much of a sister to him as she is to me jumps off her bunk and lays into him. Zed snags Deb around the waist in an attempt to get her to quit beating on him, but she shrieks and elbows him in the face, darting through a door at the back of the bus. Zed follows, his hands raised in the air the way we used to when we were kids. Back then nothing scared Deb more than the prospect of a horsey slap to the thigh—obviously very few things have changed.

“Zed, I swear to god I will hurt you if you horsey bite me.”

“Giddy-fucking-up, baby,” he shouts as she pushes open the door at the end of the aisle revealing a bright blue room, with a large U-shaped couch. From here I can see a fish tank lining the back wall illuminated with neon blue lights.

Deb shrieks. Ash raises his brows at me. His ear buds are in his ears and he’d climbed partway into his bunk, now he follows the sounds of my banshee sister as she squeals, “Holy shit.”

“No fucking way. Come look at this,” Zed crows. And Levi and I both move to the back of the bus. The room is pretty big, considering it’s a tour bus. There’s a flat screen attached to one wall, a fish tank built into the other, and the floor and ceiling are decked out with neon blue piped lights. It’s a pretty sweet set-up, and then Zed pushes a button and Deb’s legs go out from under her. She flops back onto the couch, which is no longer a couch but a queen-sized horseshoe-shaped bed that takes up almost the entire back room.

Zed launches himself onto the leather mattress beside Deb and folds his muscled arms behind his head, stretching out to his full height. His feet still hang off the end of the bed, but it’s a pretty big bed by all accounts. I imagine Ali stretched out across it, her red hair strewn over the soft matte leather as she comes with my mouth on her pussy and I fold my arms across my chest and grin. Then I turn and look at Levi and see that he’s more than likely thinking the same thing.

And then I glance at Zed and notice him watching my sister. “Atwood, get off that bed with my fucking sister.”

“I call dibs,” Deb says, and we all turn to glare at her. In true Deb fashion she remains unfazed.

“No fucking way,” I say.

“You can’t call dibs, Deb, you’re not even a band member,” Levi says.

“Sorry, princess, but unless you’re planning on sleeping with all of us in a puppy pile, that’s not happening,” Zed says.

“No one is sleeping anywhere with my sister,” I add, eyeing down every motherfucker in that room with a penis. Even Ash, who didn’t protest when Deb tried to lay claim to the bed.
It’s the quiet ones you have to watch.

“Hey, screw you,” Deb says to me. “I’m not the sibling who gets bitches pregnant. If anyone should be abstaining here it’s you. And Levi,” she adds, looking him over with disgust. “Quinn definitely doesn’t need to be adding to the gene pool.”

“Yeah one awesome Quinn is enough … for now. But I’m all for practicing safe sex.”

“Well I say we sort out some kind of roster,” Deb says. “Because I am not sleeping in one of those cramped little bunks when there’s a bed this big going unused.”

“Who says it’s going to go unused?” I say.

At the same time Levi says, “Oh, it will be used.”

“She’s not sleeping with either of you,” Deb counters. “She already said as much.”

Ash laughs. “You’re just sore that you didn’t win the bet.”

Deb rolls her eyes. “Oh whatever. Nobody clarified that it was sexual intercourse. Technically, they did have relations.”

“I jacked off into my hand on the plane too,” Levi lies down on the other side of Deb, and she shoves at his shoulder because apparently it’s too close for her liking. “Does that mean me and Mrs Palmer had relations?”

“Shut up, nobody wants to hear about you jacking off, Levi.”

“Actually, there is something I’ve always wondered,” Zed ventures.

“I’m not gonna let you suck it, man. So quit asking.” Levi laughs.

“Fuck you, cunt features,” Zed says. “Do you have more come than everyone else?”

“Eww,” Deb protests.

“I don’t know. How much come does everyone else have?”

“Where the fuck do you get condoms, man?” I ask, because that’s something I’ve always wanted to know. I’m not huge, but like any guy I like to think I’m of ample length and girth, and an XL in most condom brands is really fucking tight on me. It’s not that I’m unhappy about it, but it’s the reason I have a one-year-old walking around. I can’t imagine trying to cover up a twelve-inch cock with one of those fuckers.

He smirks. “I get ’em custom made.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Dude, I never joke about my cock.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, the light glinting off the spiked piercing through his brow. “You gonna back out now?”

“In your fucking dreams. She wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me,” I say, and then I cringe internally because I didn’t want any of them to know about that.

“How the fuck do you figure that?”

“Because she was one of my demands, remember?” I say, in an attempt to cover my stellar slip of the tongue.

“Bullshit,” Deb says, and she sits up on the bed, smirking at me because I never could lie to her.

I sigh. “Vanessa was going to fire Ali. She agreed to a probation period. They weren’t happy with Ali in that meeting. Harbour didn’t pay for her ticket—I did.”

“What the fuck, man?” Levi says, sitting up too.

“Just don’t tell her. She’ll be crushed if she finds out they were looking for a way to give her the boot.”

“She’s going to find out eventually, dude,” Zed says. “And then she’s going to hate you for not being upfront with her.”

“Just … let me do this my way. If she knew she was on such tenterhooks she never would have come.”

“And you just couldn’t live with that, could you?” Deb says snidely.

“Listen, I need you to go easy on her. She needs this opportunity. If she gets back and they fire her anyway, who the fuck cares? She’ll have been on the road with us for three months. At the end of that time she’ll have more experience than half of the idiots at that company. We’ll all vouch for her and she’ll be one step closer to the career she actually wants, instead of a coffee girl.”

“Hey, I’m a personal assistant, remember?” Deb says.

Levi just looks at her. “Have you ever gotten coffee a day in your life?”

“Deb, you’re here because you’re family, and giving you a label gets Mum and Dad off your back when it comes to university and your career. Leif is family—we’d never leave him behind either, but he needed a better label to be able to come on tour with us than Zed’s drug dealer,” I say and Zed nods. “So he’s now part of the road crew. It doesn’t mean either of you actually work for us.”

“But you pay me a wage,” Deb says.

“You’re my sister. You’re as much a part of this band as the four of us are, but nobody is stupid enough to believe that you’d actually do anything we asked.”

Debbie blows her fringe out of her eyes. “Please, you idiots would fall apart without me, and what is it with you and lost causes, Coop?”

“Ali’s not a lost cause.”

“Fine, whatever. Just don’t come crying to me when another redhead breaks your heart.” She shakes her head and slides off the mattress and starts exploring the cupboards in the room. “Fucking rangas.”

Zed’s mouth twists, his eyebrows pull together, and he looks as if he’s contemplating something weighty, and then he says, “I still really wanna know how much come Levi has.”

“Circle jerk?” Levi asks.

“Fuck yes,” I say. “I could afford to blow off some fucking steam after that plane ride.”

“We’re gonna need containers so we can see who blows the biggest load.”

“Oh eww.” Deb says, her face twisted into a sneer. “Why couldn’t I stay on the roadie bus with Leif?”

“You don’t wanna watch, Deb?” Zed asks.

“Fuck no, she is not allowed to watch,” I say.

“Oh, trust me, I really do not wanna watch that shit.” Deb dry retches, and I laugh as we all head for the kitchen. We pass Ali’s bunk on the way past and I think about waking her up to ask if she wants to come help me with this, but I figure it probably won’t go over so well, so I leave her for now. She’ll have plenty of time to become acquainted with my cock later.

I
wake with a start, certain that I’d just heard masculine groans of pleasure coming from somewhere on the bus. I close my eyes and snuggle farther down into the pillow but then I hear it again, and my eyes are wide open. I’m definitely not dreaming any more, Toto.

What the hell
?

I peek out my curtain, but I can’t see anything. So I slide out of the bunk and glance up and down the aisle. When I don’t see anyone, I quietly pad to the curtain separating the middle of the bus from the kitchen and lounge area. Those are unmistakably the sounds of a man being pleasured. And yeah, I know I shouldn’t be looking, but come on—I’m on a bus with four hot rockers. Find me a girl who wouldn’t take a peek.