Her lips part, but no words come out. For a moment, she just stares at me, and I can see the cracks forming in her armor.
“I mean it,” I say, my voice lower now, softer. “Take a break, Lily. Let someone else carry the weight for once. And if one of the guys starts to feel left out, then they need to come to you and communicate it. Stop trying to solve problems that don’t even exist.”
Before I can think it through, I close the space between us. My lips crash against hers, rougher than I intended, but I can’t stop myself. It’s not just about now—it’s everything that’s been building, the frustration, the pressure, the way she’s stretched herself so thin it makes me ache to watch.
Her hands grip my shoulders, and for a moment, she kisses me back, her movements hesitant but hungry. The kiss deepens, her fingers curling into my shirt as I press her against the wall. The world outside the cramped bathroom falls away, and it’s just us, her body fitting perfectly against mine.
A sharp knock on the door jerks us apart.
“Occupied,” I snap, my forehead still resting against hers, my chest heaving.
There’s a pause before a familiar voice comes through. “It’s me. Jax.”
I glance at Lily, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly swollen from my kisses. She bites her bottom lip, then nods. “Let him in,” she whispers.
I hesitate for half a second before stepping back andopening the door just enough for Jax to slip in. He looks between us, his green eyes sharp, taking in the scene with a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk.
“Well,” he drawls, leaning casually against the wall, “seems like I’m interrupting.”
Lily lets out a soft laugh, breaking the tension. “It’s not like that,” she says quickly, though the blush on her cheeks suggests otherwise. “We were just… talking.”
“Talking,” Jax echoes, his smirk widening. “Sure.”
I roll my eyes, leaning against the sink with my arms crossed. “You’ve got impeccable timing, as always.”
Jax shrugs, unbothered. “Figured I’d find you in a compromising position after I saw you two sneaking off. Didn’t think I’d walk into… this.” He gestures to the tiny, cramped space featuring a dingy sink behind us, like he finds the location questionable.
Lily shakes her head, her laughter light and easy now. “You’re impossible, Jax.”
“And there’s no way we’re all going to be able to sneak out of here unnoticed now,” I add, though it is unlikely anyone will actually care enough to pay attention to the room we’re leaving. When we do leave.
Jax grins, stepping further into the small space. “I want to join the… talk. Can we just hang out in here and hope Marcus doesn’t come looking?”
“I think that’s pretty much our only option,” I say, smirking. “Better hope he doesn’t find us. He’d probably try to give us a lecture about professionalism or some shit.”
Jax chuckles, leaning against the opposite wall, his dark hair falling into his eyes. “Yeah, becausehe’sthe picture of professionalism.”
Lily snorts, crossing her arms as she leans back beside me. “Honestly, I’m more worried about Dylan walking in. He’d probably start taking bets on what’s happening and end up getting the entire crew involved.”
We all laugh, the sound filling the tiny space. For a moment, the world outside fades, the noise of the dressing room and the weight of the tour forgotten. As our laughter fades, Jax quirks a brow at me, an unspoken question in his gaze. I smirk, raising my own brow in a challenge.
He steps closer to Lily, gently herding her backward toward me until her body is just a breath away. My hands instinctively find her hips, turning her around and tugging her softly against me. I can feel the hitch in her breath as Jax closes in behind her, his presence enveloping us both.
“Well, if we’re going to stay here for a while…” I murmur, letting the suggestion hang in the air as I lean in, capturing Lily’s lips in a deep, claiming kiss. She tips her head back, meeting me eagerly, her mouth soft and inviting as her fingers curl against my chest.
Jax’s hands slide around her front, slipping beneath her shirt. His movements are deliberate and confident as he palms her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. Lily moans into my mouth, her body arching between us. The sound sends a jolt straight through me, and my cock strains, pulsing hard and insistent, against the confines of my jeans.
I grab her hand, guiding it downward until her fingers brush over the bulge pressing against my zipper. She doesn’t hesitate, slipping her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around my length. A guttural groan escapes me, vibrating against her lips as she strokes me.
Breaking the kiss briefly, I step back just enough towork her pants down her hips. Jax helps steady her, his hands never leaving her skin, his lips grazing the curve of her neck. The sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips, framed by the two of us, is enough to make my pulse race faster.
I slide my hand between her legs, finding her soaked and ready. My fingers glide over her center, circling her clit with just the right pressure. Her body trembles, a shuddering gasp spilling from her lips. She strokes me harder in response, her touch tentative but firm, her moans driving me to the edge.
“Lily,” I breathe against her lips, my voice rough with need. I quicken the rhythm of my fingers, her cries growing louder until she falls apart in my arms, her release washing over her like a tsunami.
Jax and I work together to peel her pants completely off, and he helps lift her into my arms. I guide her down onto my length, her body taking me in inch by inch. Her breath hitches as she adjusts, her nails digging into my shoulders. I pause, savoring the moment, then begin to move—each thrust slow and deliberate at first, building into something deeper, more primal.
Her arms wrap around my neck as I drive into her, her soft cries echoing between us. I feel her tighten around me, her body clenching as another orgasm overtakes her, and I follow her over the edge, groaning as my release crashes through me.
