Page 53 of Bonding the Band

“Why would she throw it at you?” Hendrix asked with a frown.

Beckett sighed. “I was an ass. She acted accordingly.”

Dinner passed with ease. It was late, and we could only stop for a short while before getting on the road again, Phin offering to take the next driving shift.

“I can’t wait until we can show you our real home,” Arlo said, crumpling up his burger wrapper.

“We have a tour break in a few weeks. We could go home, or maybe back to Seattle, if that’s what you want?” Phin asked.

It would be nice to see Clover, but then again, I was curious about the life these alphas led when they weren’t on tour. We were going to have a baby sooner rather than later, and seeing their daily life felt important.

Would the baby and I live with them in LA? I imagined an omega and newborn would probably put a dampener on their rock-star lifestyle.

Then again, they seemed eager for me to be part of their lives. Getting a new tour bus that wouldn’t offend my hypersensitive pregnant omega nose had been a sweet, and probably costly, gesture.

Phin took his spot in the driver’s seat and we set off.

“Wake me up as soon as you start getting tired, and I’ll take over, okay?” Beckett said, stretching his arms overhead. “I’ll grab a few hours of sleep now.”

“I’ll be up for a bit longer, so I can keep Phin company,” Hendrix said.

With a yawn, I stood up, rubbing my eyes. “I should also sleep. Something more substantial than a nap, anyway. Are you going to want me to drive?”

“No driving for you,” Arlo replied. “At least, not until it’s daylight and I’m awake enough to co-pilot while you get comfortable.”

“Fair enough,” I said with a nod.

“Good night.” Beckett yawned and disappeared in the direction of the bunks.

I ventured back up to my nest to change into a simple shirt and shorts sleep set before taking over the bathroom for my nightly routine. While I was throwing my hair into a loose braidto avoid it getting tangled throughout the night, the bus started moving under me, a gentle, constant sway that only made me sleepier.

When I finished, I waved to Hendrix before ascending the stairs and clambering into my nest. My nest space was dimly lit by a small lamp built into the wall. Nestling into the blankets, I lay on my side, one of the soft, fluffy cushions clutched in my arms. I was skirting the edge of sleep when I felt the mattress under me give way as someone entered the nest. Apple cider hit my nose as Arlo slid behind me, his arm wrapping around my midsection. Grumbling, I went to turn over, but the arm around me tightened, his body molding against my back.

“Sleep, princess,” he whispered sleepily. “If you’re good, I’ll wake you up with my tongue.”

Desire curled through me. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” I admitted in a sleepy mumble, just as my exhaustion started to take over, pulling me under. Even in my half-asleep state, I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass.

“I’ll remember that.” He chuckled lightly, kissing the top of my head.

I shifted, heat snaking through my body. My dreams were a mess of half-formed images flowing through a mental movie of Arlo fucking me into the mattress.

A whimper escaped me as pleasure coiled tight, my fingers curling into the sheets. I burst awake as electricity arced from between my thighs, and I cried out, sensation washing over me in a wave, the source of the pleasure never ceasing. Apple ciderfilled every breath, and I lifted heavy-lidded eyes to see Arlo’s dark hair tucked between my thighs.

“Oh, fuck.”

Arlo nipped the tender skin on my lower belly. “That’s the idea, princess.”

I whined sharply as he went right back to my clit, tucking a finger into me and curling it until I saw stars, rocking my hips against his mouth with growing desperation.

I had never been woken like this, but fuck me if this wasn’t the best way to start the day. Even though I had already had him, and knew a little bit of what to expect, his voraciousness was still surprising as he tongue-fucked me through another rise and carried right on.

“Arlo, please.” I squirmed, locking my fingers into his hair as I chased my pleasure.

His purr slipped into my consciousness, a soothing delight, even as he unraveled me. The faint vibration in his tongue as he purred for me sent me over the edge again, and this time, I tugged him away by his hair, panting and shivering.

“Too much.”

Arlo crawled up the nest to lie next to me, drawing me into a delicious kiss, my lilac and white rose tangled with his apple cider. “It’s not too much, but we’ll work you up to more.”

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