Page 82 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

I chuckle. “Jordan, we’re not doing this tonight.”

Her lips rub against my chin as she looks up at me. “Why not?” she asks.

I cup her face with both hands, holding her glistening eyes. “Because you’re drunk. And drunk girls can’t consent.” I nearly swallow the next part, but I’m just tipsy enough to say it, anyway. “And you’re thinking about him instead.”

Jordan blinks. “What?”

I release her, dropping my hands to my sides. “A present girl is a sexy girl,” I say to soften the blow.

“Well, I’m here...” She slinks closer, pinching my shirt. “And you’re here. I don’t see anybody else.”

I don’t reply.

“Come on, Bronson,” she hums, gently kissing my chin. “Let me hear that dirty talk.”

I give in, but only for one kiss. I glide my hands down her back, resting them on her ass, and Jordan moans happily, pressing her body against mine.

“That’s my Bronson,” she says.

I pick her up, easily cradling her form as I carry her toward the bedroom. Jordan laughs playfully. Her arms latch around my neck as she kisses my throat. When I set her down on the bed, she sheds her blouse and skirt. Her bra and panties, too.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

I catch up with her, unzipping my pants and letting them fall as I peel off my shirt. Climbing onto the bed, I lay down on my back. When Jordan instantly moves to mount me, I stop her.

“Wait,” I whisper.

“What?”

I raise my arm. “Lay next to me first.”

“Why?”

“Just for a minute, please.”

She drops reluctantly, but her eyelids are already heavy. “Okay,” she says. “But don’t let me fall asleep!”

“I won’t,” I lie.

I draw her close, guiding her head to rest on my chest.

“Don’t you fall asleep, either!” she says, slurring the words.

“We won’t,” I say as I run my hand along her brow, slowly pushing her hair back behind her ear, soothing her.

“I don’t wanna sleep,” she murmurs. “I just wanna rock... your...”

My chest tightens, recognizing Christian’s song in her voice.

Jordan says nothing more. Eventually, her head grows heavier. Her breaths become steadier.

She falls asleep.

I hold her, keeping up the soothing touch on her brow, willing her into an even deeper sleep.

Get some rest, Jordan.

Tomorrow, we get back to work. We put on another badass rock show. And the next morning, we leave New York City behind.

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