Page 49 of Snared

“Oh, please. You know, that was a gag gift from Cameron. It’s not even inflated. And why would I need a sex doll when the real ladies flock to this paragon of perfection?” Jax crowed.

He jumped up on the table, slapping his hand on the cabinet near his head to stabilize his footing as the bus jostled.

We laughed and threw whatever was close by at him: balled-up paper, takeout coffee cups, guitar picks. It was a moment of levity that had been missing since my stupid nuptials.

“What insanity is going on out here and why is Jax on the table?” Josh asked, stepping out into the main living area and sliding closed the pocket door that separated the main area of the bus from the bunks and back bedroom.

I couldn’t stop my gaze from traveling up his body. I had zero control in that respect. How could I? Perfectly tailored dark wash jeans molded to his strong thighs. A dark green T-shirt, one that brought out the color of his eyes, stretched at the shoulders and across his broad chest.

And he was wearing black-framed glasses. Add in his slightly mussed hair, and I refused to salivate over my stupid husband. Even if I couldn’t stop thinking about his mouth on mine.

Dammit.

He was also an ass, flirting with Molly when we said no hookups until after we ended this sham marriage. The absolute gall of the man to give me shit and then bat his eyes at Savage Night’s tour manager. She was his damn employee, for fuck’s sake. And it wasn’t like we’d made the no hooking up deal until after he’d outed us.

And maybe I’d taken the seat next to Connor after the Seattle show to fuck with him, but I wasn’t flirting. A deal was a deal, and I had no interest in hooking up with other musicians, even if I hadn’t beenmarried.

Obviously, it still grated.

“Get down before you break your damn neck. I don’t want to have to bring in another lead singer,” Josh said as he walked toward the table Jax still stood on.

I shoved aside my unwelcome thoughts about my stupid manager. I could dwell on them later, and I probably would. Last night I’d even had a fucking sex dream about him. Thank fuck I’d woken up before saying his name.

I blew out a breath. That would’ve been a disaster.

“Like you could ever replace me,” Jax said as he swiveled his hips, bringing me back to the present. The bus lurched, and Jax gripped the cabinet handle.

“Fucking hell, man. Get your ass down,” Bash barked.

“Fun killer, Wolfie. Such a drag,” Jax said, hopping down with ease.

“Now, do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Josh asked.

“Relax, CH. We were working on a few songs and I was providing the energy, of course,” Jax said.

“Okay then. Do any of you want to tell me what’s going on?” Josh asked again, directing his question at the rest of us.

Bash laughed. “We were practicing before this lunatic decided to jump on the table.”

“Just Jax being Jax,” Tristan said as Jax plopped down on the bench seat next to me.

“They don’t understand my brilliance, Spidey,” he said. I glared at him.

“Hey, it’s better than Mrs. CH,” he said with a shrug.

This time I whacked him with a full water.

“Fuck, that hurts,” he muttered, rubbing his arm.

“I’ll do worse if you call me that again.” I pasted a menacing smile on my face.

“Don’t break anything. We have a show tomorrow,” Josh said.

I tamped down my irritation. His concerns were always for the shows, the business.

Part of me couldn’t wait for this tour to end, and I hated that his stupid mouth tainted this experience for me. This was my dream, and it was being overshadowed by an attraction I had no business having, wedding ring or not.

Once we were back in New York, we’d get divorced, and he’d go back to LA and hopefully stay there for a while. He was easier to deal with when there was an entire country between us.

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