Page 137 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

“No,” I confirm.

“Oh. Well...” Knox shrugs and gives a thumbs up. “You have my blessing.”

A throat clears loudly outside our circle. We turn to find Roy, our long-time road manager, waving to get our attention.

“Sorry to interrupt y’all,” he says, his voice dipped in southern drawl. “But when the lights go up and the audience starts screaming like that, that’s usually when someone goes on.”

“Oh, shit!” Harvey jumps back. “I gotta go!”

He and August rush off toward the stage. Addison steps forward with a warm smile and brushes my shoulder. She gives it a silent squeeze, saying everything she needs to say in the moment, before walking off to watch her beloved on stage.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tellme,”Knox says to Harmony.

She gives him a sweet smile. “I’ll make it up to you tonight,” she says before popping up onto her tippy toes and giving him a kiss.

He nods, seemingly satisfied with the promise, and the two of them walk back into the dressing room.

Jonah follows, his phone already in his hand, most likely ready to send off a text to Marla to update her on the situation.

Katrina slinks off back to the dressing room as well, her face locked in a smile.

That leaves just the two of us.

Oh, and Chrissy.

She looks at Jordan and grins. “I told you so,” she says before spinning on her heels and walking toward the wings.

I look at Jordan. My sweet Jordan.

“I guess our little secret’s out, huh?” she says.

“I guess it is,” I say. I kiss her once, holding back the urge for more. “Meet me tonight?”

Jordan chuckles. “Yeah.” Then she rolls her eyes. “Might as well have one last good night before I have to field phone call after phone call about this Monroe situation. Only a matter of time before people figure out the other voice on that tape.”

I kiss her again, silencing her. “That sounds like Tomorrow Jordan’s problem,” I say, softly gliding my nose along hers.

“You’re right,” Jordan agrees with a smile. “That’s Tomorrow Jordan’s problem.”

42

JORDAN

My alarm blares nearby. Time to get up.

But I’ve been up for a while already.

And I’m kinda busy.

I moan against Bronson’s mouth, our naked bodies uncomfortably smashed together in his bunk. While I’m still not too keen on this spot for regular sleeping, the cramped nature of it makes sex feel more intimate, somehow. More urgent, too.

Anyone could walk onto the bus at any moment.

“Bronson,” I moan on top. I bounce and roll my hips, grinding on his cock while my alarm continues.“Fuck.”

“Ignore it,” he grunts. His fingers dig into my skin. “You’re so close.”

I laugh. “How do you know?”

---