Page 6 of Bonding the Band

Loved that for me.

Clover couldneverknow it was him. She’d never let me live it down.

Oh god…he’d probably fucked half the continent, and now I was just another notch in his proverbial bedpost. Stupid. Bad Meadow. Bad, bad,badMeadow.

Clover burst awake the second I opened our door, even though I’d been trying to be quiet. “Meads!” Clover threw herself at me, instantly sobbing. “You’re alive!”

“I’m so sorry. My phone died.”

Clover wiped the tears off her cheeks, sniffling as she thrust me at arm’s length to inspect me and assure herself I was okay. I was…technically, just also embarrassed as hell.

Her eyes went wide and she yanked down my jacket, tipping my head to the side. “Meadow, is that abond mark?!”

Oh, shit.

Chapter 3

Hendrix

“Wake up!” Arlo landed like a rocket on the bed, making me instantly regret consciousness. I had barely drunk last night, though the hit of whatever Gary, our manager, had given me to stay upright before I had gotten down and dirty probably wasn’t helping my headache. Fleeting dreams had chased me through the night, hints and teases of pleasure, the faint scent of lilac clinging to my sheets when I woke.

“Did you abandon the VIP section to fuck a groupie?”

I buried my face in the blankets, rooting around for more of that floral scent. “Fuck, Arlo. I don’t know. I usually do.”

“You missed so many cuties.”

I groaned and sat up, knowing he wasn’t going to leave me be. “I found my own. I think.”

“Youthink? Did you scramble your brain?”

With a sigh, I pulled one of the blankets over my head and wore it like a cape to muffle his voice a bit.

A soft moan from the floor drew our attention, and a perky blonde beta sat up, looking sleepy. Blonde felt wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on why.

“Did you roll off the bed, darling?” Arlo asked.

“I guess so.” She got to her feet, staring between Arlo and me. “Could you sign my tits?”

I wanted to tell her to get out, so I could nurse my headache in peace. Instead, I pasted on a smile. “Sure thing. Got a Sharpie?”

She grinned and bent over, giving us a generous view of her ass while she rooted around in what I assumed was her purse on the floor before popping up and handing the marker to me. I scrawled my autograph across one tit before passing the marker to Arlo for him to do the same on the other.

“Thanks!”

“No problem.” Arlo passed her a couple twenties from his wallet. “Get home safe.”

Arlo was much better at politely telling her to get the fuck out.

The beta frowned, but pulled on her discarded clothing and tottered out of the tour bus on her sky-high heels.

Beta felt wrong too. The scent on my sheets whisperedomega, but clearly the drugs had done a better job of fucking with my brain than I’d thought. With a sigh, I flopped back, but Arlo’s face invaded my vision again.

“Nope. Breakfast time. Phin tracked down the kick-assiest donut shop I’ve ever seen, and I need toconsume.”

I groaned. Food would probably help, but the thought of sugar right now made me want to hurl. With any luck, there was a source of coffee nearby. And bacon. I was fucking wrung out. Why did it feel like I’d run a marathon? The shows were always intense, but I usually coped fine. Maybe that beta had been super freaky and I’d simply forgotten. What a waste…

Arlo snapped his fingers in front of my nose. “Let’sgo. I’m starving.”

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