And there’s a twinge of jealousy in her tone.
A smile lifts my lips, and I nudge her nose with mine. “Not like I do with you,” I tell her, squeezing her ass. “No one compares to you, Andi.”
Andi swipes her thumb over the new tattoo on my neck, and her eyes meet mine. “No one compares to you, either.”
Our lips meet again, this time slower, more deliberate.
As if both of us have forgotten where we are.
James clears his throat.
I reluctantly part from her, and she swallows as her fingers graze my beard.
“An hour?” she asks.
“I think an hour is all I have in me.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - MADDOX
WE’RE LYING NAKED on my bed just ninety minutes later. I think I counted every minute in that club, almost setting a timer because of my anxiety.
There was no sign of Adam or any of the protestors, which I was grateful that we didn’t have to flee because of.
James said little when I texted him about driving us back, though the comment he made when we climbed into the back seat was a simple, “No fucking in my car.”
We didn’t argue. James was good enough to us that I didn’t plan on pissing him off.
It’s past midnight, and while the adrenaline is slowly beginning to wane, I’m not sleepy. Maybe that’s why I'm holding Andi tightly on my chest, taking my time raking my chipped nails down her side, and staring into her dark honey pools gleaming up at me right now.
This is what I’ve wanted with her the entire week—to fuck her soul out of her body and hold her while it finds her again.
Andi shifts onto her elbow over me, her thigh swung over my hip, and she brushes her finger over the lip tattoo again before kissing the space beside it.
“Maybe I should get your teeth print on my ass since you like to bite it so much,” she jokes.
“It’s a nice ass, Andi. I can’t help it,” I tell her.
“Jiggly and full of dimples,” she says with a scoff, mild embarrassment in her tone.
I squint at her, my grip tightening. “You’re proving my point. It’s a great ass.”
This time she laughs, and I swear that little smile is magic.
“Do you not like going out with them anymore?” she asks. “Partying after the show, I mean.”
I start moving my hand up and down her back as I speak. “I’m pretty sure I ran out of party energy after our first tour,” I say. “We were a fucking mess. We never slept; if we did, it was because we’d passed out on the hotel floor. We still do crazy shit or prank each other when we’re bored, but… After Bonnie went to rehab, reality hit home for all of us. We’d barely gotten that fucking record deal, and we were already throwing it away. Reed and Bonnie still love going out, though. Zeb is usually the first to start pranking us out of boredom. Bon has a way of conning Reed into staying out longer than usual. I think he likes the attention.”
“You sound jealous,” she teases.
“I miss my best friend,” I admit. “I go out to appease them. After a few beers, I end up back on the bus playing video games or planning another song.”
“That’s lonely,” she says.
“Nah," I tell her. "It isn't bad. It's nice to have a little quiet to myself occasionally.”
“Where is your apartment relative to Reed’s? I know he mentioned a few years ago that you two were living in a high-rise,” she says.
“Ah. He’s on 58, and I’m on 59,” I answer, and she smiles at me.
