I collapsed forward, my legs numb from effort. He held me tight, his breath hot on my neck. I could feel his warmth spreading within me. We stayed like that for a moment. Our breathing heavy, our hearts pounding like two sets of drums. I savored the sensation, knowing that moment was ours, hidden away in the confines of the bunk.
Milo’s hands moved over my body like he was exploring me for the first time, caressing me gently, and he pulled me closer. “Well,” he said lightly, “that just became my new favorite memory.”
36
Roxie
“Does this mean you’re not taking me on our Denver date?” I whispered into the calm that settled over us afterward.
Milo practically hopped up into a sitting position, causing the mattress to bounce up and down. “Helllllllll no. You’re still on the hook for that date. How else will you find out that I know how to treat a lady right?”
“You treated me plenty right just now.” I grabbed his arm and tugged him back down to the pillow. “And I’m glad. I’m still looking forward to the date.”
“Even though we spoiled the ending?”
“Is that how the date’s going to end?” I narrowed my eyes. “Awfully presumptuous of you to assume I’d put out that fast.”
“Don’t even try it,” Milo replied, stretching his back like a cat and then relaxing into the sheets. “I’m a professional jokester, which means you can’t pull a fast one on me.”
“Darn. I guess I’ll save it for Riot and Cash.”
“Yes, right, good answer. They’re both as gullible as children sometimes. Not Vi, though. She’s used to my shit and sees rightthrough it every time. Is it weird that I mentioned them? Right after we boned, I mean?”
I stroked his cheek with a finger. “Nope. I’m kind of glad we got it out of the way.”
“It needed to get gotten out of the way?”
“Well… not exactly. But I didn’t want to avoid the subject.”
“Why would we avoid it?” he asked. “We’re not doing anything wrong. Everything’s good. Really good. Right?”
I kissed him on the cheek and said, “Reallyreally good.”
“Two reallys? Wow. I’m better than I thought.”
I glanced at my watch. I was acutely aware that we were both naked on top of the sheets in the back of the bus. If the rest of the band returned right now, they’d see us.
“Should we move this cuddle party to the bunk?” I asked. “So nobody sees us naked?”
“They’ve all seen me naked plenty of times,” Milo bragged. “And not just, you know, when we were doing sexy fun times with Vi. I’ve gone streaking more times than I can count. Wait, no. I’ve streaked seven times. I can definitely count to seven.”
“That’s a relief,” I said. “I only sleep with men who can count to twenty or higher. There’s a quiz later.”
“I’ll start studying now.” He scrunched his eyes shut in concentration. “One. Two. Three. Shit. What comes after three? Give me a hint.”
I laughed, and he opened his eyes and grinned.
“And I don’t think we need to worry about protecting your modesty, if you don’t mind me saying so. You’ve already slept with Riot and Cash. And seeing you naked would be a big treat for Vi.”
I feigned a gasp and put my hand to my chest. “Are you calling me… aslut?”
“Nice try! That’s not gonna work on me. Professional jokester, remember?”
“Right. Damn. I need to study for the Jokester Exam so I can get my Jokester License.”
“Once you’re certified,” Milo said, “give me a call.”
“Okay, then no joking. All seriousness.” I cleared my throat. “Is this weird? Me…beingwith all three of you like this?”
