Page 80 of Pack Fever

Nineteen

JASPER

“Fuck, man, should we wake them?” I ask Seth, my sights glued to Danica.

We’re both standing inside Reed’s bedroom on the tour bus, gazing over at her fast asleep next to him, both of them breathing heavily, bodies tangled together. All peaceful… well, except for the part where her hand is moving frantically up and down over his cock under the thin sheet.

I turn my head to the side, stepping closer. Is she really asleep while jerking him off? Her face is angelic, deep exhales, and she’s gone to the world. Why can’t she crawl into my bed while I’m sleeping for an amazing handjob?

Lifting the blanket, just to make sure I’m seeing right, I take a good look.

Her hand is tightly grasping his erection, and she’s working it hard. The guy’s about to blow, and by the looks of it, neither is conscious. She’s going to wake up with one cramped arm.

Seth laughs to himself at the sight. “I left her in my room asleep an hour ago, so did she sleepwalk to him?”

“Reed told me she’s been doing that since she moved in, and when she wakes up, she has no recollection of how she got into his bed. So, it’s going to be awkward this morning for them. To be a fly on the wall.”

He doesn’t respond as we both watch Reed lying there asleep with the biggest fucking smile on his face. Damn, I know that feeling of being with Danica, and by the screaming and slamming of the bed into the wall coming from Seth’s room last night, so does he.

“In her sleep, she’s like a cat,” I say, unable to stop watching her pumping hand. “Always going to the one person who shows her little attention.”

“It’s her heat drawing them together,” Seth murmurs. “He’s denying his body’s primal urges, but it seems that unconsciously, they’ve found another way to create a bond with each other.”

I nod, unable to glance away. The urge to dive in there and rip her out of his arms to get her to focus on my cock is like a drum in my head… racing, pounding, frantic to make her mine, again and again.

In our band, we don’t always share girls, but what I’m feeling now is different. There’s no jealousy that gnaws at me. Fuck, I’m happy for Reed and want Danica to develop a relationship with all three of us, but the ache in my chest is the fear of missing out. A yearning to be part of every moment with her, to hear her laugh, to feel her body against mine, to do anything in my power to make her smile.

“If I stay here and watch this for a second longer, I’ll do something crazy like steal her away,” Seth says, mirroring my thoughts. “They need to just go fucking through it to get over their damn hang-ups with each other.” Seth turns away, nudging me in the arm with his shoulder to follow him. “They’ll get up soon enough.”

Fuck, I’m not ready to leave. Reluctantly, I twist to walk out, taking one last glance at my little mouse. The longing in my chest twists, desperate to be part of her world, to share everything with her, to be there and catch her if she falls.

Sucking in a sharp breath as Reed starts groaning, I push out of the room and shut the door behind me.

Stepping out of the bus, I’m instantly greeted by an empty parking area behind the grand hotel, a section they reserve just for special guests. The early morning air hits me, a sharp difference from the warmth and heavy Omega scents I’ve just left behind. The place has been cleared out for us.

I glance up at the hotel. We’ve booked out all the rooms on this side of the hotel, ensuring as much privacy as possible.

The first concert looms, adrenaline already thumping through my veins. It’s exhilarating, a sensation that inhales us no matter how many times we experience it.

Yet my mind remains back inside, on the bus, with her. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve made plans to ensure she has no choice but to share my bed tonight. Seth’s had his turn, and Reed will be distant from her as usual, so that leaves my little mouse to me.

Seth strolls over to our two drivers, who take shifts during the long drives. Today is about setting up, rehearsals, triple-checking everything, and fighting for privacy from our fans.

Then, as if on cue, the sound of rising voices reaches my ears, no doubt fans already gathering at the front of the hotel. Their excitement and energy are infectious. I fucking love the impact we have them on, that they have on us.

Part of me is thrilled for Danica to experience it with us, to have her alongside us the whole way.

Danica

My eyes flip open, waking me instantly, yet something feels off.

Heat burns off me, and my arm is throbbing painfully for some reason. It takes me a few groggy seconds to fully wake up and orientate myself to find I’m not in Seth’s bedroom.

When I twist my head, I find Reed snoozing next to me in bed, on his back and smiling like a lunatic.

Panic in my chest snaps awake. I must have sleepwalked into his room again.

Really smooth, Danica.

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