Page 65 of Fractured Rhythm

“What? It’s a door buzzer; of course, I’ve heard it before.”

“No. They’re playing one of our songs,” I said when the buzzer went off again.

“Fucking Jax,” she grumbled, shaking her head.

“I’m going to murder him. I told him we would meet him at the club,” I muttered, reluctantly letting Cassie’s legs fall from around my hips. I tried not to whimper when she brushed against my hard cock. I stalked toward the door and pressed the intercom. “What?” I growled.

“Testy, testy, Wolfie,” Jax tsked. “Let us up.”

“Seriously?” Cassie said from behind me.

“We could ignore him,” I said.

She laughed, her cheeks bright pink, a combination of desire and, no doubt, embarrassment. I was going to murder Jax.

“You know we can’t ignore him. He’ll keep his finger on that buzzer and end up getting arrested or something.”

I couldn’t fault her logic, so I buzzed them in. “Come on up, assholes,” I barked out and Cassie laughed again.

She smoothed down her shirt and tucked a mussed-up strand of hair behind her ear. She nibbled on the corner of her mouth. Fucking hell.

Then the banging started. On the door, that is.

“Stop fucking and open the door, Wolfie,” Jax sang.

“Oh my god, seriously?” Cassie gasped and wrenched open the door. She turned to me. “Don’t hit him.”

“He deserves it,” I grumbled.

“Aww, you two are adorable,” Jax said, pushing into the apartment with Tristan behind him offering me a sympathetic look.

“Sorry, man. I tried to get him to go to the club, but he insisted,” Tristan said.

“What the hell, Jax. I thought we were meeting at Hideaway later,” I said.

“Ooh, what did you have for dinner? Smells amazing,” Jax said, ignoring me. He took a bite of chicken from Cassie’s plate. “This is delicious, Cassiopeia.”

“Thank you. Now, why are you here? We were meeting you at the club,” she said.

“Because I knew Wolfie was coming over for dinner and I wanted to make sure you guys didn’t bail.”

“We wouldn’t bail,” I said.

“Yeah, pretty sure something came up a few nights ago when we were supposed to meet up. I mean, I’m sure something came up,” Jax said, wiggling his brow.

“Can you not? You’re like a brother to me,” Cassie said, glaring at Jax.

“Yeah, Jax. Don’t be a dick,” Tristan said, but I didn’t miss the glint of humor in his eyes. The man was enjoying this way too much. Both of my bandmates were.

“Now we can all go as a group. I have a cab downstairs, so don’t even think of sneaking off. It’s the first night we’re hanging out with Charlie, as a band. It’s important,” Jax said.

I couldn’t fault him for that, and I hadn’t planned on blowing them off, but maybe we had come up with excuses the other night so Cassie and I could stay in bed for hours.

“Fine. Let me clean up and then we’ll go,” Cassie said, turning toward the table.

“Nope. These assholes busted in on our dinner, so they get to clean up for us,” I said, glaring at Jax, willing him to test me.

“On it,” Tristan said as Jax took another bite from Cassie’s plate, and they both headed into the kitchen.

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