accept that. We’ve got a couple months left on this tour with her. I’d go fucking nuts. I’m already going fucking nuts knowing she’s kissed Lucian.” I’m seething, pacing in front of Kennedy who watches me with knowing eyes.
“You think not going for it is going to make it better? Because if she and Lucian are kissing, you can bet that shit’s going to keep progressing. How’re you gonna feel when you find out they fuck? Because, man, we’re talking Lucian here. You know they’re gonna be fucking before long,” he tells me and I want to knock his teeth down his throat for even muttering those words. The fuck?
I growl again. “Double-edged sword here, man.”
Shit.
Kennedy nods, understanding. “I feel you, man. You’re safe for now. There’s no way a girl like Coley will just jump in bed with Lucian, but who knows how long that’s going to last, man. Spending all that time together will speed things up, you know?”
“Yeah.” I know and I want to put a fist in someone’s face. It’s not Lucian’s fault. He didn’t know—but then again, when he found out—because he has to know, that fucking smirk gave him away—he didn’t back off. If anything, it only encouraged him. That smug fucking grin.
We listen as Burners close out their set.
“What happened to your interest in Misty?” Kennedy asks.
I shrug a shoulder. “I don’t know. There’s just something… She came on pretty strong that one night and I almost fucked her right against the side of the bus, but it just felt wrong.”
“Coley already under your skin?”
“Maybe.” At first, Misty seemed too innocent and sweet, which is what drew me to her, but then like a flip of a coin she became really flirty and pretty aggressive. I’m not into that shit. Since then I’ve seen her flirting up Ethan. I wonder if he’s given her the banging she obviously needs.
“Let’s go man.” Kennedy motions me forward. “Let’s see the Blush Baby’s debut.”
“Christ.”
Kennedy chuckles.
“Fuck off.”
His chuckle turns into a laugh and I give him a shove.
“Knock it the fuck off, dick,” I tease.
“I can’t help it. You’re acting ridiculous and it’s funny as fuck,” Kennedy responds.
“One day this shit is going to happen to you and then I’ll be the one laughing,” I tell him.
“True enough, but right now it’s me who gets to do the laughing.”
Fucker.
“Benny!” Lucy calls out as I make my way down the hall with Kennedy.
“Luce,” I scold, shaking my head.
“You know you love it when she calls you that. Stop trying to deny it,” Ethan says, walking up behind us.
I give him a look that has him grinning. Fuckers all over tonight.
“How’re you feeling, Luce?” I ask.
“I’m good. I had a good nap today,” she tells me.
“Yeah, we know. We ‘heard’ your nap earlier,” I respond dryly.
She blushes. “I love naps.”
Jesse steps up behind her, his hands resting on her belly, his nose burying in her neck. “I love naps too,” he comments and I roll my eyes. I love that they’re so happy but they fuck like rabbits. I wonder if that’s ever going to stop. It’ll slow down for sure with triplets—Christ, triplets. How will they get any time to fuck, let alone sleep?
“What’s up, bro?” Jesse asks.
“Nada. Just want to see the new show.”
He nods. “From what I’ve seen when I snuck a couple peeks, it’s going to kick ass. Coley’s perfect.”
“Yeah, she is,” I mutter, not thinking.
Jesse lifts a brow and I shake my head. He knows. Hell, all of them know now if they didn’t before. I haven’t exactly made a secret out of it, watching her like some creeper. That’s what I feel like sometimes because even the littlest things make me want her. And when I say want, I mean want with an intensity that steals my breath.
The door to the dressing room opens and my heart stops. I feel like the coyote in those cartoons with the tongue hanging out and hearts bulging out
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