“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.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
FUCK YOU, VEGAS
COOP
We’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 insi
de 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.
Ali’s legs tremor as she sags against Levi, allowing him to take her weight. I stand, grasping the hem of her tank and lifting it above her head. She raises her arms lethargically above her shoulders and lets them fall to her sides. She doesn’t touch me, and it both intrigues me and pisses me off. I slide my hand over the soft swell of her breast and up around her throat, applying just the smallest hint of pressure as I tilt her head up to mine.
I want her to lean in, but I know she won’t. She’s as stubborn as I am, and despite the fact that we just gave her what was probably the best orgasm of her life, I know she needs me to take the lead. I do, but I won’t kiss her lips. That would be too easy.
I stare down into her hungry gaze, and I smirk before kissing her cheek and trailing my wet mouth across her jaw and down her neck. Levi gently eases her into my arms while he takes a moment to remove his pants, but even then I don’t kiss her. Not the way she wants me to, because I’m not ready to give this power over to her. I’m not ready for her to own me yet, because the last time I let a woman do that, the last time I gave my heart completely to someone else, she walked all over it, and she took my kid, and she left me a fucking mess. That won’t happen again.
I could easily forget myself with Ali; I could easily fall. This here, bringing Levi into this room with us, is more than just me proving a point—it ensures I won’t lose my fucking head. I want her so fucking much my balls tighten every time she walks in the damn room, but I want her on my terms. I want her body, I want to possess every single fucking thought that she has, but I don’t want to fall in love.
Not with her. Maybe not ever again.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
DEATH BY ORGASM
ALI
Why won’t he kiss me?
I’m about two seconds away from strangling the bastard. Don’t get me wrong—that orgasm was fucking mind-blowing, and my whole body is one big giant wet noodle, but I need more than just sex. I need to feel that he’s as invested in this moment as I am. I need to know this is more than just any regular bang he could get from any one of his groupies. I need ...
“Oh God, I need to come,” I moan, as he slides his hand down my body and teases my clit with hard little pinches. Behind me, Levi’s huge length presses into my arse and lower back and I feel a twinge of fear. I know anal is probably not new to either of them—it’s not new to me, apparently, because I couldn’t sit down for several days after Levi and my last little romp without feeling like my arse was on fire—but the two of them together?
How would that work, exactly? And more importantly, who and what would go where?
Coop was still safely tucked inside his jeans, and from the bulge in the front of them, it didn’t look as though he was packing anything under seven inches. I wasn’t entirely sure how any of these pieces would fit together, but seeing Coop’s face wet with my arousal and feeling Levi’s toned, hard body behind me, goddamn was I willing to try. I could take one for the team—or two for the team—as the case may be.
“You already did come,” Coop says in response to my pleas, but instead of intensifying his touch he removes his hand from my body.
Levi snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me away from Cooper. “I’ll make you come, baby.”
“No,” Coop says a little too harshly. “Make her wait.”
He unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down over his hips, exposing more of that deep V on either side that makes women everywhere stupid. His cock juts out proudly from his body, hard and thick. I wrap my hand around his length and squeeze the velvety tip, collecting a drop of pre-come and bringing it to my lips. Coop’s hands press into my shoulders, suggesting I should take a closer look, but I don’t need further coaxing. I drop to my knees, swaying slightly as the bus navigates a bend in the road. I grasp the base with one hand and gently cup his balls with my other. Then I wrap my lips around his cock and take the head into my mouth. His hands fly to my hair immediately and his head drops back.
“Oh fuck,” he groans quietly. Feeling a little more adventurous, I shove him back on the bed and he hits the mattress with a startled laugh. I kneel up and take him in my mouth once more, working my lips and hand along his shaft.
“Fucking wildcat.” Levi chuckles. He drops to his knees, his rigid cock pressing against my back, and I still for a moment, unsure. Lifting my hips, he spreads my legs apart and settles himself behind me, his weight supported on his forearms as he buries his face in my pussy. His deft tongue darts out and slides over my clit, the barbell causing waves of the most incredible friction as he laps at my juices. I bite my lip and twist slightly, my arm shooting back, fingers sliding into his short brown hair, forcing him to give me more, go deeper.
Cooper sits up a ways and fists his hand in my hair, bringing my attention back to him. “Suck,” he commands, and I do. I take him into my mouth with fresh vigour, all the while squirming against Levi’s probing tongue with its wicked little piercing. I moan around Cooper’s cock as I feel my orgasm start to build, but too quickly Levi’s mouth is gone and he presses in against my back. His cock bobs against my sensitised flesh.
“I gotta get inside.”
“No,” Coop says.
“Come on, man,” Levi says through his teeth. “You’re gonna cock block me now?”
“You’re fucking lucky you’re in here at all,” Coop says, and he tilts his chin to Levi. “Give me a condom.”
Levi gets up and opens one of the drawers along the side wall. It’s filled with a crap-tonne of prophylactics and different individual-use lubricants. He grabs a handful and throws them on the bed. I climb up on the mattress beside Coop and lie down, facing him. He runs his thumb over my lips.
“I don’t want you inside her,” Cooper says, and I open my eyes, my lips pursed and my brow furrowed. “Not this time.”
“Jesus Christ, Coop, you’re really an arsehole when you want to be. You know that?” Levi says.
“You can touch her, you can come on her, you can eat her out, but only I get to be inside her.”
“What if I want him inside me?” I ask, setting my mouth and narrowing my unimpressed gaze on him. “Shouldn’t this be my decision?”
“You wanna fuck Levi? Fine, but tonight I’m the only one who gets to be all up inside your pussy.”
“You really are an arsehole.” I grin.
“Yes, and you really love it,” he says, grasping my waist and drag
ging me across his body so that I’m lying on top of him. I lean up and spread my thighs, straddling him as I stare into fevered blue-grey eyes. Sadly, he’s right. I do like it. Perhaps a little more than is good for me.
Reaching for a condom, I sit up and tear open the foil packet. I take hold of Coop’s hard cock and roll it on, running my hand up the sheathed length. I watch Cooper’s expression as I stroke him so I startle when cold liquid oozes down the seam of my arse to my pussy. Levi wastes no time sweeping up the lubricant with his fingers and delving inside both holes without warning. I close my eyes, revelling in the sensation, but Coop’s hand on the nape of my neck forces them open and holds my attention, his intense gaze locked on mine. He edges his hand between us and positions his cock just outside my entrance—only Levi isn’t giving up his claim on my pussy so easily. Coop slowly eases in, inch by inch, while Levi’s fingers remain inside me. It hurts. It’s too much, and yet the pain is addictive because it’s tempered by my pleasure.
They move inside me, stretching, filling, and it should be weird, but it’s not. It’s a sweet and heady thing to know that they’re both too focused on my pleasure for this to be awkward. Coop slips his fingers inside my mouth, forcing me to suck hard. They taste like me. My legs shake, as the tremors build within me and I moan loudly.
“Quietly, Ali-Cat. Don’t make me gag you,” Coop whispers, as he brings my body down to his and my flesh breaks out in goose bumps with our new closeness. Levi slides his fingers free, and slowly eases his thumb inside my arse.
“Why won’t you kiss me?” I whisper, as I grind my pelvis against Cooper’s, taking all of his cock into me, right to the very base. My eyes widen because I hadn’t meant to say that. I hadn’t meant to show him how much it bothered me.
“Why won’t you kiss me?” Coop counters, and I swear if I wasn’t so strung out on euphoria right now I’d more than likely feel the need to punch him in the face.
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