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Jones stood up and I realized he was also a lot taller than me. My ovaries sang again, stupid things. I looked up at him and swallowed when his pale gray-blue eyes landed on mine. From a few feet away, his eyes were so much more intense than in the pictures I&#039;d seen online. His pitch black eyelashes against the paleness of his eyes made his gaze almost haunting. I wanted to look to the side and shy away but my stubbornness wouldn&#039;t allow it. Instead, I tilted my chin up slightly and held his gaze.<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 chest 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 shaft.&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 climax 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. But I don&#039;t care. I&#039;m embarrassed, sure! It&#039;s not everyday you walk in on your boyfriend motorboating Miriam Dark&#039;s private part, 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 chest look even more delicious while she was standing and I was at half-mast almost immediately.<br /> Her body, as stunning as it was, barely 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 prick 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 listening to you bash this prick.&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;<br /> Layla<br /> Mack Stone frowned at me and grunted. In his state of undress, I couldn&#039;t handle any noises from him, much less grunts, so I kept my eyes elsewhere. &quot;Who do you work for?&quot;<br /> I planted my hands on my hips and tried to remember how to be professional. Everywhere I looked, there was another member of the band, though, and I couldn&#039;t regain my composure. Jones Alridge and Xavier Leeds were just there, staring at me. Xavier was standing close by and my ovaries very much weren&#039;t in a mourning phase. He was so big. I was taller than most women I knew and the same height as Matthew. Xavier made me feel tiny. I could&#039;ve probably climbed him like a tree and the idea interested me more than it should&#039;ve.<br /> Jones stood up and I realized he was also a lot taller than me. My ovaries sang again, stupid things. I looked up at him and swallowed when his pale gray-blue eyes landed on mine. From a few feet away, his eyes were so much more intense than in the pictures I&#039;d seen online. His pitch black eyelashes against the paleness of his eyes made his gaze almost haunting. I wanted to look to the side and shy away but my stubbornness wouldn&#039;t allow it. Instead, I tilted my chin up slightly and held his gaze.<br /> He reached up and rubbed his stubble of a beard and then worked his hand through his short light brown hair. &quot;Who do you work for, Firecracker?&quot;<br /> I crossed my arms over my chest and watched his eyes lazily drop to my chest before moving back up to mine. My normal reaction would&#039;ve been to correct a man&#039;s wandering eyes or to just cover myself if the situation didn&#039;t allow for a correction, but I did neither with him. I cocked my hip out to the side and raised an eyebrow. &quot;My name is Layla Morgan. I work for Matthew O&#039;Brian. He&#039;s the manager for The Homewreckers. None of what I said leaves this bus, though. Understand?&quot;<br /> His lips lifted on one side in a smirk that made women across the country throw their panties at him. He flashed perfect white teeth at me and a flash of a tongue ring. &quot;You sure you work for him? Because I met that O-Brian prick once and I highly doubt he can handle you.&quot;<br /> Whether he knew it, or not, that was flattering to my wounded ego. I smiled and uncrossed my arms. &quot;You heard what I said about having better orgasms with my hand.&quot;<br /> Their laughter filled the bus around me and when Xavier shifted even closer to me, it was with a warm smile instead of the concerned look he&#039;d sported before. He lifted his giant hand towards my face and when I didn&#039;t flinch or shift away, we were both a little surprised. I normally wasn&#039;t a huge fan of being touched by people I didn&#039;t know.<br /> That hand was as gentle as a breeze when he cupped my face and tilted my head so he could look at my forehead. From that close, I could see the flecks of gold in his light green eyes and the scar through his left eyebrow. His olive skin glistened with sweat and when I inhaled deeply, I could smell a mixture of his deodorant and sweat. It shouldn&#039;t have sent a buzz of electricity straight to my core, but it did. The man had to have pheromones as big as him.<br /> &quot;Sorry. Still need to shower after the show.&quot; He shifted back a step but I surprised us both again by reaching up and putting my hand over his thick forearm.<br /> &quot;You&#039;re fine.&quot; My voice was huskier than normal and I had to clear it before I could continue. &quot;So, what do you think? Will I live?&quot;<br /> He caught his tongue between his teeth as he looked me over again and the sight of it made me flush like he&#039;d just propositioned me. With his long dark brown hair hanging down his back in waves and his strong jaw, he was a dream. &quot;It&#039;s just a scratch, but you passed out.&quot;<br /> I laughed easily. &quot;I saw the blood. I&#039;m not a fan.&quot;<br /> &quot;Are you sure? You hit the ground hard.&quot; He ran his other hand over the back of my head and his fingers confidently searched for any signs of damage. &quot;I don&#039;t feel anything.&quot;<br /> I was feeling plenty. I had to stop myself from leaning into his chest and asking him to keep looking for the next thirty minutes. When he pulled his hands away and stepped back, I wanted to pout. &quot;Thank you.&quot;<br /> He looked towards the back of the bus. &quot;I should shower.&quot;<br /> Or not. I was fine with him smelling like he smelled. Instead of voicing those bizarre thoughts, I nodded a little too aggressively and took a step back. &quot;Well, I should go. I&#039;m sorry I invaded your time. I&#039;m sure y&#039;all have things to do. I have an ex to forget, so I&#039;ll be on my way. Thank you for taking care of me while I was out. That was kind.&quot;<br /> Mack, still too underdressed for my poor eyes, spoke up again. &quot;Stay. We&#039;re going to celebrate a show well done at a bar in town. There&#039;s no better way to forget.&quot;<br /> I hesitated and looked around at the three of them. I had nothing else to do. The motel room I&#039;d booked wasn&#039;t anywhere I wanted to be anymore, as it was the Honeymoon suite. My overnight bag was in my rental car so I could grab it easily to change into something for the bar. Then I could just grab a ride to a different hotel for the night. Plus, if I had a drink with JAX, my brother Jagger would die of jealousy. He was a massive fan.<br /> I shrugged. &quot;Sure. Why not? I just need to go get my bag.&quot;<br /> Mack walked closer and I had to press my toes into my shoes as hard as I could to keep from scooting away from all of his muscles. &quot;We&#039;ll have someone grab it for you. In case your head is worse than we think.&quot;<br /> So. Many. Undressed. Muscles. I licked my lips and looked down at my hand as it extended to drop my keys into his palm. What was my body doing? &quot;It&#039;s in my rental car.&quot;<br /> He looked at the tag on the key with the make and model of the car. &quot;We&#039;ll take care of it. You need anything else?&quot;<br /> I leveled a look at him as shock overpowered my lust. &quot;My job is literally to run around and assist a band manager, which usually means my job is doing things for bands. I&#039;m supposed to be asking you if you need anything else.&quot;<br /> He stepped even closer and I saw that he was just as tall as Jones and towered over me. His eyes were as dark as the others were light. Dark, chocolatey brown eyes that matched his hair and thick beard. Only his beard had a little salt and pepper in it that I found incredibly attractive. His head was shaved on the sides but the top of his hair was longer and messy after his shower.<br /> Then my eyes landed on the tattoo over his heart and I realized I didn&#039;t know enough about the band to know if staring at Mack&#039;s chest was wrong. There was a woman&#039;s name over his heart, entwined in the vines of a beautiful flower. Emily. If Emily was a girlfriend, or more, I wanted nothing to do with staring at his chest, lusting away. Not after finding Matthew with Miriam.<br /> &quot;You&#039;re not at work. If you&#039;re going to stay and drink with us, you&#039;re simply Layla and we&#039;re just a few random guys. Understand?&quot; He threw that word back at me and when I lifted my eyes to his face, I found him smirking. He lifted his hand to his chest and tapped it. &quot;Your eyebrows give away every one of your emotions. It&#039;s my mother&#039;s name. I didn&#039;t want Mom across my chest.&quot;<br /> I took a deep breath to fight the emotion threatening to squeeze my chest. So what if he loved his mother? Who cared if it was hot? Not me. &quot;I don&#039;t need anything else. Just my bag.&quot;<br /> He smiled. &quot;Good girl. That wasn&#039;t so hard, was it?&quot;<br /> I wanted to hiss at him even as my panties disintegrated into a puff of smoke. I settled on rolling my eyes and turning my back to him. When he laughed, I had a feeling he&#039;d won whatever battle we&#039;d just had.<br /> Layla<br /> While I sat quietly on one of their couches, the guys took turns taking showers and getting ready. I canceled my hotel room for the night and tried to book another, but everything was full. I decided I&#039;d just sleep in my rental car that night and leave for the airport as soon as I woke up. I could clean up there and catch an earlier flight back home without having to wait too long, if I was lucky.<br /> A knock on the door came a little while later and I got up to answer it without thinking. I was used to doing everything for Matthew and that attitude just extended to other parts of my life, it seemed. I was hanging out with the biggest band at the record label. No matter how many ways or times Mack suggested I look at them as regular guys, that wasn&#039;t going to happen. They were all over the place in the Bingham office building. How I hadn&#039;t immediately recognized them at first showed how angry I&#039;d truly been.<br /> I almost had my hand on the door handle to open it when Jones&#039; fingers closed over my wrist and pulled me away. I stumbled from the surprise of him suddenly appearing out of nowhere and he righted me with his hands on my hips.<br /> &quot;You don&#039;t know who&#039;s knocking. You don&#039;t answer the door unless you know who it is.&quot; He eased me back a few steps and opened the door himself. A few seconds passed before he closed it again and turned to me with my bag. &quot;Are you sure this is all you need?&quot;<br /> I took the bag but I couldn&#039;t help myself. &quot;You answered the door without knowing who it was.&quot;<br /> He shrugged. &quot;Yeah?&quot;<br /> &quot;But you just said I couldn&#039;t.&quot; I dropped my bag on the couch and crossed my arms over my chest.<br /> He inched closer to me and I was immediately aware that we were the only two people in the front of the bus. &quot;You&#039;re tiny. If someone had bad intentions, it would be a lot easier to hurt you than it would be to hurt me.&quot;<br /> I scoffed. &quot;I&#039;m not tiny. I&#039;m bigger than most of the women who were trying to climb up the stage at your concert tonight, I bet.&quot;<br /> He stepped even closer. &quot;You&#039;re tiny compared to me.&quot;<br /> &quot;I can open doors, Jones.&quot; I tipped my head back slightly to hold his gaze as he moved closer.<br /> His hand curled around my waist and I got another flash of his tongue ring when he licked his lips. &quot;You can do a lot of things, I&#039;m sure, Firecracker. That doesn&#039;t mean you should. That piece of ex of yours might&#039;ve let you do all sorts of things by yourself, but just consider that maybe that&#039;s because he isn&#039;t a real man.&quot;<br /> I flushed as his words sank in. My natural instinct to argue was there, but I swallowed it down and smiled instead. &quot;Maybe you&#039;re right.&quot;<br /> He glanced over my shoulder and took a step back. &quot;Bathroom&#039;s open. Go, get changed.&quot;<br /> I looked over my shoulder and saw Mack standing in the pathway that led to the rest of the bus. He was dressed, thankfully, but it didn&#039;t exactly take away from his hotness. I grabbed my bag and walked towards him. &quot;I got my bag. Thanks, again.&quot;<br /> He nodded and moved sideways, but not out of the way. The three of them on the bus didn&#039;t leave a lot of extra room to move around, especially towards the back half of the bus. When I moved past him, my chest brushed against his and I watched his eyes narrow on me. I held my breath and then bumped right into Xavier. He wrapped his arm around me to keep me steady and I found myself plastered against his chest.<br /> &quot;Not a lot of space back here. Sorry.&quot; Xavier gently moved away and smiled. &quot;Let me get out of your way.&quot;<br /> I shook my head and nodded back at Mack. &quot;Mack didn&#039;t. I&#039;ll just squeeze by.&quot;<br /> Squeezing past Xavier was an even tighter fit and it wasn&#039;t just my chest that rubbed against him. I felt a bulge in his pants against my stomach and fought the need to look down and see if it looked as big as it felt.<br /> He grunted when my bag hit him after I made it through but when I turned to check on him, he held up his hand. &quot;I&#039;m good. Go on.&quot;<br /> I was slipping into the bathroom when I heard Mack laughing. &quot;Put that thing away before you poke someone&#039;s eye out, X. Jesus.&quot;<br /> I pressed my back against the door and covered my face with my hands. I was pretty sure I wasn&#039;t living in reality anymore. Working in my job meant I&#039;d seen several famous musicians, but whatever was happening with JAX felt different. I was sure they were just flirts, but I was picking up big energy.<br /> I opened my bag and looked at the things I&#039;d brought and made a split second decision. My anger at Matthew directed my hands as I pulled out the outfit I&#039;d planned to seduce him with. A corset top that made my boobs look out of this world and a skirt that flirted around my thighs with every move I made weren&#039;t things I&#039;d typically wear out in public, but I was going out for a drink with one of the biggest bands in the country. I wanted to look as good as they did. Or, at least try to.<br /> Both the top and skirt were black, as were most of my clothes. I nearly died trying to get on the corset, but with a little maneuvering and a papilla almost lost in the battle, I got it on. I slipped my feet into black strappy heels that I only wore on special occasions so Matthew didn&#039;t complain about the way I towered over him. I spent a few minutes darkening my makeup for a night out and put a gloss over my red lips to make them pop.<br /> It was as I was working my hair into a cute half-back style that I realized I was primping like I was going out on a date and maybe doing too much. I was suddenly embarrassed and horrified that I would walk out of the bathroom, just to have the guys look awkward about how much effort I&#039;d put into simple drinks. My heart hammered and I pulled my cell phone out to quickly send a picture to Jagger.<br /> Do I look like I&#039;m a desperate groupie?<br /> He called immediately. &quot;What are you wearing? Are you going out with that piece of trash, wearing that?&quot;<br /> To say that my brother hated my recent ex would be an understatement. &quot;Just tell me that I look okay. I&#039;m nervous. I&#039;m not going out with Matthew. I found Matthew cheating on me a few hours ago and dumped him.&quot;<br /> &quot;I&#039;ll murder him.&quot; Jagger growled out the words and I heard the sound of his screen door slam shut.<br /> &quot;Look, we can do Matthew dance later, but I&#039;m about to go out for drinks with JAX right now, Jag. JAX. Do I look desperate?&quot; I stared at my reflection and frowned. &quot;I think I look desperate.&quot;<br /> &quot;What did you say?&quot;<br /> Groaning, I accidentally stomped my foot and then glared at the appendage like it&#039;d wronged me. &quot;You heard me, Jag.&quot;<br /> &quot;You look fine. You&#039;re going out with JAX? As in my favorite band? I don&#039;t believe you. Send me a picture.&quot;<br /> &quot;I&#039;m not sending you a picture, Jag!&quot; A knock on the bathroom door made me yelp. &quot;Just a minute!&quot;<br /> Mack&#039;s low voice came from the other side of the door, clear as day. &quot;Why don&#039;t you come out here and let us tell you that you don&#039;t look desperate?&quot;

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