Revelry (Taint #1) (25 page)

I raise a brow at him, then bring the rolled up bill to my nose, snorting up a line. I sniff. My head sings as the drug rushes through my sinuses. Levi steps closer, wrapping a hand around my waist. His mouth moves nearer to mine, and I jerk back. “Whoa there, Vlad.”

“You have a little dust under your nose.”

I lift my hand to wipe it away but he leans forward and his tongue darts out, licking away the powder collected on my upper lip.

I watch him do a line and then I flop down on the plush leather couch as my world begins to spin at double speed. Levi laughs and slouches down beside me. “You know, when you pull the stick out from your arse, you’re actually kinda cool, Red.”

“Well when you …” I peter off, lost instead in the cadence of my voice. I sound like I’m on helium. “Nope, not even then. You’re not even cool then, ’cause you’re still just another guy in a band who relies on his pretty face and his big dick to make a name for himself. Coop and Zed, they work for it. But you …” I poke at his chest and he clasps my hand within his. “You, mister, are just a player with a massive cock.”

“Massive, huh?”

“Don’t presend …” I shake my head. “Pre-tend you don’t know it’s big. You can see that thing from space. It has its own zip cose … zip code. Is your mouth dry? My mouth is really dry. And why the fuck am I wrapped up in a blanket?”

“Josh gave it to you.”

“Who the fuck is Josh?” I question, standing up and gliding over to the table. I do another line and hand the rolled up notes to Levi.

“Josh Holme,” he replies.

“I met Josh Holme?”

“We’re at his house, babe.” He leads me over to the couch and pulls me down into his lap.

“Don’t call me babe. I don’t like you, Leroy.” I poke at his chest, but my limbs feel like wet noodles. I slump against his warm body. His warm, rigid body. His warm, rigid, and really fucking hot body. “I don’t like you, but I totally want to have sex with you right now.”

“You do, huh?” he asks, rubbing circles on my back and sliding his hands up my spine to grasp the nape of my neck.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, Red. I been wanting to bend over that sweet arse and fuck you for weeks now.”

I snuggle in, kissing his neck and delighting in the feel of his coarse stubble against my lips. “I think your giant cock might break me.”

“It’s not gonna break you.”

“Well that’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one who might spend the rest of your life in a wheel chair because all your lady parts fall out when you stand up after having that monster of a thing inside you.”

Levi strokes his pants affectionately. “You’re really hurting his feelings now.”

“Shut up and kiss me, you big, stupid freak.”

He does. And it’s one hell of a kiss. It’s so amazing that I don’t remember anything after it.

“W
ake the fuck up, Quinn,” I shout, banging on Levi’s door for the fourth time in a row.

Our driver, Bob, or Billy, or whatever the fuck his name was, told me this morning when he’d picked me up from the MGM Grand that he’d taken Levi and a redhead matching Ali’s description to a house out in the middle of nowhere last night, and that he’d picked them up again and delivered them back to this hotel after three am. I’d already been all over the hotel looking for her this morning. This was my last resort.

I’d kissed her, dragged her up to that room, and then I’d been too fucking paralytic to function. She’d left in an awful hurry, which means I must have done something wrong, other than being an insensitive cunt, that is. But for her to leave with Levi?
Jesus, that was a blowtorch to the fucking balls
.

Guilt, fear, dread, rage
. All of these emotions settle in my gut like a lead weight. She left with Levi, and if I know that fuckrag, I know that she didn’t come back to her room at all last night.

I’m just about to start pounding my fist into the wood again when he opens it and stares out at me, one eyelid cracked, the other completely closed.

“What the fuck, man?” he groans, leaning into the doorjamb.

“Where is she?”

“Where’s who?”

“Ali,” I hiss. “She’s not in her room.”

“How the fuck should I know?”

Beyond him I hear the sounds of feminine groans and a voice that I haven’t known long, but I’m pretty sure I’d know anywhere, says, “Levi? Oh shit.”

I glare at Levi, ready to put my fist through his fucking face.

“Oh yeah, she might have ended up back here last night.”

I push him out of the way and shove into the room, because I like to torture myself, or I have to see it to really believe—I don’t know which.

I stare at Ali. She has a Kings of the Iron Age blanket wrapped tightly around her chest, her hair is wild and sticking up at all angles, and her eyes are heavily shadowed and smeared with makeup.

“Did he hurt you?”

“What?” she asks, and I get the sense she’s just as angry as I am. “No. He didn’t hurt me.”

“Did you drug her?”

“Of course I didn’t fuckin’ drug her,” he snaps. “Oh, well we did some blow. But that was her suggestion.”

“Levi,” Ali says, “stop talking.”

I glare at Levi. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?” he snaps. His hands ball into fists at his sides. “You think just because some bitch doesn’t throw herself at you that I had to drug her to get a taste of that pussy? She came to me willingly and she came all night long.”

His words eat me alive. They surge through my blood like acid, consuming everything in its path until I explode with rage. I swing my arm back and punch Levi in the face and then I lunge at him, tackling him to the ground. It doesn’t matter that he’s completely naked and I’m fully clothed. All I want is to beat the shit out of him for being where I wanted to be. It’s fucking Jackson Rowe all over again.

“Oh my god, get off of him,” Ali screams. Grabbing my arm, she yanks me away from him. I let her because I’m hungover, and tired as all fucking shit, and she’s completely naked, standing before me with so much fire in her eyes it could raze me on the spot. “What the fuck is your problem, Coop?”

“Oh I don’t know,” I snap. “Maybe it’s the fact that you left me in one hotel room and disappeared with this cock-fuck into another.”

“Okay, first of all, you were drunk. Not just a little drunk, but off-the-wall, mentally-purge-every-random-thought-in-your-head kind of drunk. You threw yourself at me—mauled me, actually—and know what the icing on the cake in that scenario was? You know what really made my night, Coop? When you called me Holly.”

My blood turns cold. “What?”

Her expression softens, and I think I see tears prick her eyes, but she bats them away and glares at me. I rake my hand through my hair and sigh. “Shit. I’m sorry, Ali.”

“You know what? It really doesn’t matter. You two can just have this out, roll around on the floor some more, hit one another—fight. Do whatever the fuck it is you rock stars do, but I’m done. I don’t get paid enough to deal with all of the bullshit you boys are bringing. I quit.”

“A
li—” Coop says as I wrap the fluffy blanket around me and gather up what little of my belongings I can find. My head hurts like a bitch, and my stomach is all kinds of twisty. I stare dazedly around the room, trying to locate my things, but even that hurts my brain. I don’t know where my jeans or my shirt, my phone or my wallet went, but I find my lucky red Cons and what I assume to be my room key and I gather them up and head for the door.

“Babe—” Levi says, reaching out to grab my arm, but I yank out of reach and point my finger at him.