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I woke up in bed and stretched. Instantly, my muscles all revolted against that idea. My entire body was sore, but my core made sure to remind me that it&#039;d taken a beating the night before. I wiped my eyes and sat up, unsure of where I was for a moment. Until I looked around. There were toned and undressed hips all around me. I smiled to myself as I captured the image in my mind for rainy days in my future. Mack, Jones, and Xavier were all tangled in the different blankets they&#039;d brought with them to bed the night before. Earlier that morning, really.<br /> The back of the tour bus was a bedroom, fitted with one massive bed that took up the entire room. The normal tour bus accommodations existed between the bathroom and large bedroom, but no one had volunteered to sleep in their usual bed. They&#039;d each found a way to wrap around me in the big bed and didn&#039;t miss the chance to take me once more before we passed out for good.<br /> ------<br /> Layla<br /> &quot;Oh, yeah! Eat me, Matty!&quot; The woman screaming for my boyfriend was the lead singer of a moderately popular band called The Homewreckers. It was an aptly named band, apparently. Of course, she sounded amazing as she screamed. I always felt like a choking chimpanzee when I came out loud.<br /> I stood in the doorway of The Homewreckers&#039; dressing room and took a deep breath. Unfortunately, it was scented with weed. &quot;Hey, Matthew?&quot;<br /> Matthew, who&#039;d always told me he hated being called Matty, yanked his head out of Miriam Dark&#039;s private part and spun around to face me. It was almost comical how fast he spun and how wide his eyes were. He was white collar handsome. His hair was always perfectly cut, his eyebrows were never too long or bushy, and he shaved his face twice a day. He had nice blue eyes and a nice smile. Nice body, nice manhood, nice guy. Well, maybe not a nice guy. After all, his face was covered in another woman&#039;s private partl fluids.<br /> &quot;Layla! What are you doing here?&quot; He climbed to his feet and I watched in disgust as he shoved his flaccid manhood back into his nice dress pants. Then, as an afterthought, he wiped his face and stumbled closer to me. &quot;This isn&#039;t...&quot;<br /> I rolled my eyes. &quot;It isn&#039;t what it looks like? God, Matthew, at least be original.&quot;<br /> Miriam took her time closing her legs and gently patted Matthew&#039;s shoulder. &quot;Are we done here, Matty? Or do you think you&#039;ll be finished soon and want to finish here?&quot;<br /> Laughing, I rolled my shoulders and leveled a hard stare at Matty. &quot;We&#039;re done. Whatever we had is over, so feel free to finish playtime with whoever and whatever. I&#039;m on vacation for a few days, so don&#039;t call me.&quot;<br /> He rushed after me and grabbed my arm. &quot;Wait a second, Layla. I&#039;m sorry. I messed up. Just give me a second to explain.&quot;<br /> I yanked my arm free and scowled at him. &quot;Don&#039;t touch me.&quot;<br /> &quot;Come on, Layla. Don&#039;t be like this. Talk to me. I feel terrible.&quot; He tried to take my hand again. &quot;Please, baby.&quot;<br /> I wasn&#039;t going to let him see that I was upset. He didn&#039;t deserve that. Instead, I stepped away from him and snarled. &quot;Touch me and I&#039;ll break every one of your fingers, Matty. Go and finish sleeping with your client. I believe she&#039;s still waiting.&quot;<br /> &quot;Jesus. You work for me, Layla! How do you think this is going to go?&quot;<br /> I backed away from him. &quot;I think it&#039;s going to go just fine. Like I said, I&#039;m on vacation. Don&#039;t call me. Don&#039;t message me. Don&#039;t think about me. As my ex-boyfriend or my boss.&quot;<br /> &quot; Maybe not you, the perfect Layla.You have to accept that.&quot; He followed me. &quot;I know that. I shouldn&#039;t have started anything with Miriam, but when I&#039;m on the road with the band, it&#039;s hard. I miss you and she&#039;s there.&quot;<br /> My heart hardened and I took a deep breath. &quot;How long have you been sleeping with her?&quot;<br /> He swallowed so hard I saw his Adam&#039;s apple bobble. &quot;Come on, Layla. None of this will matter. I&#039;ll stop. I&#039;ll stop and we can get engaged. You want that, right?&quot;<br /> I gagged. &quot;Ew, Matthew. There&#039;s not a chance that I&#039;m getting engaged to you! I&#039;d rather stick my papilla in a truck winch and turn it on.&quot;<br /> Miriam sauntered out of her dressing room topless and looked me over. &quot;We&#039;ve been slept for a year. Matty eats private part like a champ.&quot;<br /> A real smile stretched my lips. &quot;Now I know you&#039;re full of foolish talk. He might get an climax, but a champ? Hardly. Anyway, enjoy him. I hope him not having a girlfriend doesn&#039;t ruin your lady boner.&quot;<br /> &quot;Miriam, go back inside! Layla, just stop and talk to me!&quot;<br /> Miriam and I both answered Matthew in unison. <br /> I looked at her and shrugged. &quot;Maybe you&#039;re not all bad.&quot;<br /> Without waiting for either of them to say anything else, I turned around and walked away, ignoring Matthew as he called my name. Eventually he stopped and I walked faster. I needed to get out of there before I cried. I wasn&#039;t about to cry backstage at a music festival. Someone would probably jump out and tit punch me as some anti-crying ritual.<br /> As I walked faster, I couldn&#039;t fight the way my eyes filled with tears. No matter how lackluster Matthew was, I&#039;d devoted years of my life to him. I&#039;d just wasted my vacation time on him, too. I thought sneaking out to meet him on the road would be fun and lend some much needed excitement to our relationship. Things hadn&#039;t been good...ever...but I&#039;d hoped that we could at least get back to a place where I didn&#039;t dread seeing him at work every day.<br /> I wiped at my eyes and felt the mascara I&#039;d coated my eyelashes with earlier. Stupid. I swore and stomped my way farther away from Matthew and the ugly end of our relationship. The image of his hip in the air while he happily ate Miriam Dark&#039;s hoo-hah like a pig in slop would forever be burned into my memory.<br /> I couldn&#039;t wait to get back home to my apartment and destroy everything of Matthew&#039;s that he&#039;d left behind. I needed to update my social media. I didn&#039;t do much on it anymore, but I couldn&#039;t stand the idea of people thinking I was still with the loser. I&#039;d have to call Grandma. That thought made me want to sob. She hated Matthew, but she liked that I wasn&#039;t alone in LA. Knowing I was single again was going to worry her. And if she told Jagger, my older brother, about me being single, Jagger would call and demand to know what&#039;d happened. Then, he would try to fly out and kick Matthew&#039;s hip. It was just a mess.<br /> Growling out a frustrated sound, I looked down to make sure I stepped over a big mess of cords. I couldn&#039;t believe someone had left the stage like that. It was a hazard. Not to mention, it would be so easy to show if someone tripped over the wrong cord.<br /> I should&#039;ve been paying attention because when the crowd&#039;s wild cheering broke through my self-pitying stupor, I looked up to see how close I&#039;d gotten to the main stage. Unfortunately, a man with a guitar was coming off the stage, looking back at another man behind him. I was moving too fast to stop in time and he wasn&#039;t looking. It happened so fast that I didn&#039;t even make a sound as I smacked right into the man and felt pain before bouncing off his hard body and going down hard. Those tangled cords.<br /> I heard a deep voice growl above me, but I reached up to feel my forehead and felt something wet. I knew my eyes went as wide as softballs and when I pulled my fingers down and saw red, I groaned. Blood was my kryptonite. My vision darkened and I gagged on my way down.<br /> <br /> Mack<br /> &quot;Well.&quot; By the time I realized what was happening, the curvy brunette was flat on the ground. I dropped to my knees next to her and swore when I saw the blood on her forehead. &quot;This is a new form of falling for me.&quot;<br /> Xavier squatted on her other side and frowned. &quot;Not really a great time for joking. You knocked her out.&quot;<br /> Jones sighed and ran his hands through his hair. &quot;Where&#039;d she come from? Also, maybe look where you&#039;re going from now on. You ran the poor thing over. Big time.&quot;<br /> I brushed her hair out of her face and had a completely ridiculous moment of feeling like I was staring down at Sleeping Beauty. She was gorgeous. I gently patted her soft cheek. &quot;Ma&#039;am? Hello?&quot;<br /> &quot;Great work. She&#039;s jumping right to life.&quot; Jones looked over his shoulder. &quot;You&#039;ve got about thirty seconds to get her on her feet and out of the way before the crowd beats back security and runs back here.&quot;<br /> I could hear the commotion he was hearing and ground my teeth. We&#039;d just come off an amazing show. I had planned on going to a bar and getting hammered. Taking care of a Disney princess hadn&#039;t been in my plans, but it didn&#039;t look like I had an option. I couldn&#039;t just leave her on the ground and I didn&#039;t know any of the stage hands enough to trust them with an unconscious woman.<br /> &quot;Fine.&quot; I stood up and lifted her body over my shoulder. Her head and arms hung limply and bounced off my hip, but I figured it was better for her than getting trampled to death. &quot;Let&#039;s get her to our bus and get the medics to check her out. She&#039;ll be safe there until she can wake up and go.&quot;<br /> Xavier nodded once and charged ahead, clearing a path. He was a giant of a man and no one was dumb enough to stay in his way. They didn&#039;t understand what a gentle soul he was. I was thankful for that when they jumped out of our way, though. Especially with a crowd of rabid fans chasing after us.<br /> Jones barked at security to make sure no one followed us out into the artist lot and slammed the heavy metal door shut behind us. He swore and scowled at the door like it was the problem. &quot;What do we even pay security for if they can&#039;t keep people away?&quot;<br /> The woman over my shoulder groaned and grabbed my hips. I waited to see if she would say anything else, but she didn&#039;t. Her arms fell limp again and I released a breath at not having her scream and freak out while dangling over my shoulder.<br /> &quot;I&#039;ll call the medic.&quot; Xavier hurried ahead to the bus.<br /> &quot;This puts a damper on my plans.&quot; I sighed and glanced over at Jones. &quot;We put on a good show and I was planning on drinking my face off to celebrate.&quot;<br /> &quot;The medics are quick. We&#039;ll get her taken care of, apologize, and then send her on her way. With the medics, hopefully.&quot; He ran his eyes over the full hip over my shoulder. &quot;Too bad you knocked her out before seeing if she wanted to drink with us.&quot;<br /> I laughed. &quot;She sure is pretty. I doubt she&#039;ll be in a forgiving mood, though. I should&#039;ve been looking at where I was going.&quot;<br /> &quot;Why change now? Forget what I said earlier. We&#039;re in our forties. Let&#039;s not waste our time. Old dogs and new tricks, you know.&quot; He reached the bus before me and opened the door. &quot;You put your guitar down.&quot;<br /> I winced. &quot;I&#039;ll send a text to Shane as soon as I put her down.&quot;<br /> &quot;I&#039;ll do it now. They&#039;re going to have to chase down whatever fan saw it and took it, probably. I highly doubt it&#039;s still sitting where you left it.&quot;<br /> I didn&#039;t want to think about my baby being in someone else&#039;s hands so instead, I focused on the woman in my arms. I climbed the steps and entered the bus, letting the cool AC wash over my overheated skin. The first space on the bus was a living room with four comfortable couches and I eased the unconscious woman down on one of them.<br /> Stretched out on the couch, her curves were even more noticeable. She was wearing tight black jeans and a low-cut top that was black and mostly straps and lace. I didn&#039;t get it, but I liked it. It was bad for me to notice her body, but the top curves of her breasts were spilling out of the shirt deliciously.<br /> I forced my eyes to her forehead and frowned. The cut was definitely from my baby. It looked like either a cord or a corner of my guitar had hit her just perfectly to leave a small cut. The skin around the cut didn&#039;t look too angry and overall, she looked okay. Besides being unconscious. I ran my hands under the back of her head and felt around to see if I found a lump from her hitting her head on the ground, but there was nothing.<br /> &quot;The medics are tied up at another stage.&quot; Xavier growled in frustration and stared down at the woman. &quot;Cut looks fine. Anything along the back of her head?&quot;<br /> I shook my head. &quot;No. She seems fine, honestly.&quot;<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t like that she passed out.&quot; He sat down across from her and rested his elbows on his knees. &quot;Go ahead and shower. I&#039;ll watch over her until you&#039;re back.&quot;<br /> Xavier, Jones, and I had served in the military together. We&#039;d each done enough time to know how to take care of basic medical emergencies and several other things we&#039;d never need in civilian life. It&#039;d been a long time since any of us had to do first-aid in the field, but we could still hold our own.<br /> &quot;Sure. I&#039;ll be fast.&quot; I winced. &quot;I&#039;m the one who plowed her over. I should be the one that has to explain it.&quot;<br /> I showered as fast as possible in the small bus bathroom but I still wasn&#039;t fast enough. By the time I shut the water off, I could already hear a husky female voice I didn&#039;t recognize ranting away. I wrapped a towel around myself and rushed out to apologize and get her to stop chewing out Jones and Xavier.<br /> What I found wasn&#039;t her chewing them out, though. She was pacing back and forth in front of where they sat on their own couches with her hands on her hips and fury on her face. She wasn&#039;t angry at us, though. Nope. It seemed another man had pissed in her cereal that morning.<br /> &quot;This is just the cherry on the cake. Why not get a scar to memorialize the day I walked in on my boyfriend cheating on me? I&#039;m so angry I could punch him in the manhood.&quot;<br /> I swear all three of us males cringed. I also had to rearrange my thinking. She was no Disney princess. She had spunk, to say the least.<br /> &quot;She had the nerve to brag about his oral skills. Please. I literally have had better climaxs humping my hand. Either her needs are rock bottom, which is great for her if that&#039;s the case, or she was just lying to try to hurt me. I&#039;m embarrassed, sure! It&#039;s not everyday you walk in on your boyfriend motorboating Miriam Dark&#039;s private part lips, but whatever. I&#039;m just pissed. I came all the way here. I shaved. I put lotion on every inch of my body. Even the backs of my knees. Did I care that they&#039;re going to get sweaty faster now? Nope. I wanted to be smooth.&quot;<br /> I leaned against the doorway and let myself really look at her. She was taller than I&#039;d thought and had legs that stretched on for miles. The black jeans hugged her full hip and hips in a way that made my mouth water. Her waist clipped in just enough that my hands would fit in the notch perfectly if I was taking her from behind. Her shirt made her full breasts look even more delicious while she was standing and I was at half-mast almost immediately.<br /> Her body, as stunning as it was, nearly touched on the beauty that was her face. Her big blue eyes were surrounded by dark eyelashes and her pouty mouth was stained red. She had dark brown hair down to her shoulders that curled wildly. If she hadn&#039;t been swearing, her creamy skin would&#039;ve really made her look like a Disney princess. She could&#039;ve probably gone down to Florida and got a job playing one of them right then. I&#039;d never been attracted to a Disney princess before, though.<br /> &quot;And you want to know the worst part? I work for the stupid prick. And no, before anyone has the jackass assumption that I&#039;m sleeping my way into my position, I&#039;m not. I&#039;m better at his job than he is and I&#039;ve been sticking around for even longer than I should&#039;ve because he kept promising that he&#039;d put in a good word with his boss for me. Because I deserve it. I do his work. I can&#039;t remember the last time he&#039;s had to do a single thing. At least he chose to sleep with Miriam himself. Although, I&#039;m pretty sure I&#039;d be better at that, too.&quot;<br /> Jones snorted and held up his hands when the little firecracker spun on him. &quot;I&#039;m not disagreeing with you, honey. I&#039;m just enjoying hearing you eviscerate this manhoodhead.&quot;<br /> She stared at him and slowly her face darkened and she brought her hand up to cover her mouth. She looked absolutely distressed and I hated it.<br /> &quot;What&#039;s wrong?&quot; I made myself known and was rewarded with watching her eyes trail down my chest. The way her eyes got all bedroom heavy and she licked her lips turned that almost solid shaft into a full blown shaft. I had to shift to hide it from her curious eyes.<br /> She glanced back at Jones and then at Xavier. &quot;Oh.&quot;<br /> Xavier stood up and inched towards her. &quot;Are you okay? Your head... Is it hurting?&quot;<br /> She looked up at him and I saw the way her body naturally swayed towards my giant of a best friend. Something about that made me want to hug her. Some women treated Xavier and his size like a threat and it hurt him. &quot;Oh. I can&#039;t believe I didn&#039;t realize before now. You&#039;re JAX.&quot;<br /> Jones sighed and nodded. &quot;Yep.&quot;<br /> She pushed her curls back from her face. &quot;Don&#039;t worry. I&#039;m not going to fangirl. I&#039;m just mortified. I work for your record label and this is now the most unprofessional vacation I&#039;ve ever taken. I have to go. Can you just forget you ever saw me?&quot;

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