My eyes widen, but I’m not opposed to the idea. “You should do that now.”
His knot swells, locking us together.
“You can’t say shit like that.” He slams his lips to mine, hushing me with a frantic kiss.
Every tiny movement makes me warm and floaty. My whole body pings with pleasure as he ruts me into the couch all over again.
I wake up as the warm blanket is ripped off my sleeping form. Groaning, my eyes pop open. Huh. At some point, Declan must have carried me to my bedroom. I’m asleep on his chest, and his soft dick is still kinda inside me.
Ravvi’s arm is tossed over my back. I can tell it’s him in part by the tattoos on his hand, but his scent is also a solid clue.
“Damn, dicks out in the morning,” Damian says, laughing. “I need eye bleach. Come on. It’s ten to twelve. We overslept. It’s time to get your lazy asses moving.”
“Fuck off.” Declan raises a hand, flipping off Damian.
“Oh no,fuck you. You kept me up for hours last night.” Damian chuckles. “Get moving or I’ll send the twins in to bounce on the bed.”
“I hate my life,” I groan, snuggling closer to Declan’s warm chest. “Two minutes, and I promise I’ll get up.”
Damian tosses the blanket over us, and for a moment, I think my negotiation skills worked. “Gotcha, I’ll send in the twins.”
“I hate you,” I grumble, shoving my hair out of my face as I sit up. “Don’t you dare. I’m in motion.”
Damian laughs. “Love you too, Clover.”
Jesus.
I know he’s joking, but his words send a shiver down my spine.
“You seem happier,” Riot says, bumping his shoulder against mine as we wait to be called out to the stage later the same night. His locs fall around his face as he grins almost dangerously, and I start to get suspicious.
“I am,” I admit, bouncing on my toes. “Things have been really good.”
“See, you guys just had to stop standing in your own way.” He laughs. “Hey, before I forget. Do you have any idea where Bellamy has been disappearing to lately?”
My forehead wrinkles, and I shake my head. “No. I’ve barely seen her.”
Bellamy and I are friends, but I’ve been hyperfocused on myself during this tour, which isn’t a great look, now that I think about it.
Bells decided to ride out the rest of the tour with us because something went down with her longtime boyfriend. They broke up, and she needed a change. The few times I brought it up, she shut me down real fast.
“I’ll check in with her after the show,” I assure Riot.
He nods. “I’d appreciate it. You know how she is. She’s private as fuck. Doesn’t want to tell her little brothers anything.”
“I’ll track her down,” I say, laughing.
I get the sentiment, though.
My little brothers went after Riot and Creedin frontof both of our families, and her brothers are as protective of her as my brothers are of me.
Bellamy isn’t all that hard to track down. She’s chilling in the greenroom after we make it out following our show. I linger, taking my time getting dressed, and the guys leave for the meet-and-greet.
Declan looms near the doorway, but I give him a nod, and he follows the others out. I doubt he goes far. He’ll probably be leaning against the wall across from the door by the time we make it out.
Bellamy has my number. She quirks a perfectly manicured dark eyebrow.
Damn.
