Revelry (Taint #1) (27 page)

She points her finger at me. “I am not here for you.”

I nod, because even though it cuts me all up inside to think about her fucking Levi, I’m glad she’s here. I screwed up. I hurt her, and that’s the last thing I ever wanted to do, but I made my drunk and disorderly bed, and now I get to lie in it.

“Fine,” I say, and try to act all non-fucking-chalant. She glares between us and then she brushes past me onto the bus.

“Hit me again and I’m hitting you fucking back,” Levi says, as he stares me down. I step in front of him and put a hand on his chest, stopping him from going any farther.

“You had your fun, but if you fuck with her again, I will not hesitate to kick you off this bus,” I warn.

“And if she wants to fuck with me?”

“She’s off limits.”

“Since fucking when?”

“Since the second I met her. I fucked up. You got lucky, but you go there again and I will castrate you myself.”

“She’s a sweet piece of arse, Coop. It might be hard for me to keep my distance now that I’ve had a taste.”

“Let it go, Levi,” Ash says, and we both turn to look at him. Ash, who ordinarily avoids conflict at all costs; Ash who always has Levi’s back, no matter what. Ash stands on the stairs, his grey knit cap that he never takes off pulled low on his forehead.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Levi asks.

“Leave it the hell alone, man,” Ash says.

“Why? So Coop can have her?” he hisses. “Oh, poor, Coop. He lucked out again. Let’s all feel sorry for him and maybe Ali can give him a pity fuck. Screw that shit, man. You’re not the only one that might want a taste of something real.”

I feel as if I’ve just been sucker punched. We both stare at Levi in shock. He runs a hand over the back of his neck and shrugs. “I like her. She’s an awesome chick.”

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, and push past Ash to get inside and away from the fucking ridiculous notion that Levi might want something more from a woman. From
my
woman.
Fuck
. She’s not
my
woman at all. She’s not
my
anything.

Fuck
.

Ash and Levi board the bus and move to their bunks. Zed, Deb and Ali are already in theirs, or they’re in the back room. I lean over the kitchen counter, gripping the edge of the smooth black veneer until my knuckles ache.

“Fuck!” I slide my hand out and sweep the contents of the counter on to the floor. Canisters of coffee and sugar that someone hadn’t put away land at my feet, and I throw my head back and glare at the ceiling, trying to gain control of my temper before I lose it entirely, pull Levi out of his bunk and start beating the shit outta him again. When I get my breathing under control, I lower my gaze and see Ali standing in the aisle beside her bunk. Her face is wet with tears, and I feel like a complete arsehole.

“We ready now, boys and girls?” James sticks his head in the cabin and asks in a tone that tells me he has no time for our pathetic
Days of our Lives
bullshit.

“Yeah, we’re done here,” I say, looking at Ali.

And I am in no hurry to come back to Vegas.

W
e’d left Vegas two days ago, but whoever had said
what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas
was a fucking bullshit artist. We hadn’t left Vegas behind the second we drove out of the city limits. We hadn’t even let go of it three days later, after crossing state lines and playing shows in Phoenix, Santa Fe and Denver. I was tired of ignoring the big fucking elephant in the room. And I missed her.

“Are you awake?” I whisper, staring up at the ceiling of my bunk.

“Yes,” Levi whispers.

At the same time that Ali says, “No.”

“Shut the fuck up, man.”

“You shut up,” Levi says.

“Both of you fucking shut up,” Ali snaps. “I don’t wanna talk to either of you.”

“Should we rule out you blowing either of us then?”

“Knock it off,” I say.

“Yes sir, Ryan sir,” Levi says, and I can’t see him, but I have no doubt that behind his curtain he’s saluting me like a fucktard.

I scrub my palms over my face, scratching at my stubble. I need a shave and a really big fucking drink. “I think we need to talk.”

“What exactly is there to talk about, Coop?” Ali asks.

“This is bullshit. We all need to talk it through and get this shit sorted.”

“There’s nothing to sort. I fucked Levi and you didn’t like it,” she hisses, and fuck me does that sting like a motherfucker. “This is my job. Maybe once we get back to Australia, you’ll be nice enough to tell Guidelli that I did great, but that you no longer have any use for me.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure we’d still find a use for you,” Levi says. I climb off my top bunk and yank open Ali’s curtain. She lets out a small shriek as I grab her forearm and practically drag her out of bed.

“Ow, you’re hurting me.”

I loosen my grip and say, “We need to settle this. Levi, back room.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” he says, climbing out of his bunk. Ali won’t budge.

“Move,” I say, glancing down at her.

“No.”

“Walk. Now,” I command.

“Fuck you.”

“Ali-Cat, you have three seconds to move your arse into that bedroom or I’m going to throw you over my shoulder, which is going to wake the entire bus, and I’m telling you right now you really don’t want that.”

“I don’t like being told what to do.”

I grin down at her. “I know.”

With an angry huff she moves towards the back of the bus, her steps deliberately heavy as we near the other bunks. Without thinking, I reach out and grasp the nape of her neck, jerking her back against me. She sucks in a shallow breath as I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Wake them up and you will regret it.”

She licks her lips and begins moving silently through the aisle. When she reaches the door, she hesitates. I expect her to protest, but with a deep breath she walks into the room without a backward glance. I enter, and Levi follows closely behind. Ali turns, her face lit softly by the blue glow from the fish tank lining the wall above the bedhead. Levi closes the door and quietly slides the lock across.

“Well?” she says folding her arms across her chest. “We’re all here. Let’s talk.”

I take a step towards her and grasp the nape of her neck, drawing her towards me, kissing her hard, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth as deep as I can go without slipping down her throat. I slide my other hand into her hair and pull hard, exposing the soft pale line of her throat to me. I trail my tongue over it, tasting her sweet skin, becoming lost in the sounds of her breath as it rushes from her lungs. Levi moves behind her and we share a look. He grins, his gaze challenging as he presses against her back, brushing the hair from her neck, laying soft kisses against her skin. Her eyes close and her tongue darts out to lick her full bottom lip.

“I thought we were just going to talk?” she whispers, her body pressing against Levi’s lips. He yanks her tank down roughly, baring her breasts to me. I cup them in my hands and squeeze, drawing a gasp from Ali. I bend and clamp my teeth down over one perfectly rounded pink nipple while I pinch the other between my finger and thumb, rolling the bud gently in my grip. Never one to be outdone, Levi runs his hands across her ribcage and down her abdomen, slipping inside her little sleep shorts.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, and I shoot him a questioning glance. “No panties, Red?”

Ali lets out a strangled gasp and she bites her lip as if she’s embarrassed, but that only adds fuel to an already scorching fire. Levi slips his hand free from her waistband and sucks his fingers clean, and that insane jealousy that ate me alive the morning I found them together in his hotel room flares inside me once more. I drop to my knees and tug her shorts sharply down her thighs, exposing the neat little triangle of pubic hair there. I meet her gaze up the length of her body as she steps out of the thin cotton pyjamas.

Wrapping my hand around her ankle, I lift her leg and place her heel on my shoulder so that her pussy is exposed to me. Levi cups her breasts from behind, squeezing them hard as he mouths her neck, biting and sucking her tender flesh. I part her lips with my fingers, playing in the warm wetness. Thrusting my fingers inside, I spread her open as she gasps and bucks her hips forward, a silent plea to take her in my mouth. I remove my fingers from her body and suck them clean. She trembles. I hold her gaze, and then I cover her clit and suck.

“Oh Coop,” she moans, threading her fingers in my hair, tugging it hard. I smile against her slick cunt, knowing that I own her in this moment—even though there’s another man in the room with us. I own all of her, the way I’m supposed to. She can pretend to hate me all she wants, she can pretend that she doesn’t want me, but I own her arse, and I intend to prove it to the both of them.

I ease my fingers back inside her, not far enough to actually get her off, just far enough to see her squirm as she tries to sink them farther in by gyrating her hips. I suck at her clit, releasing it each time she thrusts her hips towards me.

Levi pulls her arm up, resting it at the back of his neck. He licks and sucks along the line of her jaw before capturing her mouth with his. I use that moment to drive her to distraction, and shove my fingers all the way inside, forcing her to break the kiss and suck in a sharp gasp. Her eyes meet mine and they’re burning with so much of the fire that I see in her when she’s pissed at me, a look I see almost daily, only this time her eyes are reflecting more than just anger—there’s need and hunger there, too.

I bury my face in her sweet-tasting cunt and fuck her with my hand while Levi gropes her tits. He plunges his fingers into her mouth and she sucks, like a good girl, and then I feel his hands separating her arse cheeks and then easing a finger into her tight arse. It takes us a moment to work out our rhythm, him fingering her anally and my index and middle fingers hooked inside her, rubbing at her G-spot. We move our hands together, synchronising the movements the way we would our instruments, and then we totally rock her world by playing to the offbeat. Syncopation. Perfect, harmonious chaos. I take her clit in my mouth and suck hard, and Ali loses her shit completely. Her body goes rigid as we push and pull her in all directions, and then she comes, giving over to the spasms that wrack her small frame, and Levi covers her mouth with his free hand to stifle her cries. Her hungry little pussy clenches around my fingers, and I wish it were my dick—but there’s still time for that.