Page 6 of Perfect Storm

“Yes.” I lean back in the chair. “And I wish I was back in bed.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, his voice still sounds full of sleep, all rough and sexy. It makes me cross my legs. His voice always does things to me. “By all means, get your sexy ass back home.”

“I have another class in twenty minutes.”

“Skip.” His suggestion is met with silence. He sighs. “Anyway, a little birdy told me you were dancing last night.”

“Apollo needs to stop being a thirteen-year-old girl.”

He bursts out laughing at that imagery. My best friend is six foot four, has a shaved head and is covered neck to ankle in tattoos. No one would ever mistake him for a thirteen-year-old girl.

“It wasn’t Apollo,” he shifts about, and I hear the bed creak.

I imagine him getting up naked and I twitch in my seat.

“Danielle saw you.”

“Danielle?”

“The bartender. Remember she dated Declan for a little while?”

“Oh yes.” Declan is Red Alert’s manager. I’m about to ask Nash how Declan is when he cuts me off.

“When do you finish today? It’s early, right?”

“Yes, I have one more class. I’ll finish by twelve.”

“Okay. Good. Cos we’re going somewhere.”

“We are?” I glance at my watch. Sasha’s text was about lunch, we have a standing lunch date on a Friday as our schedules bothalign. If Nash needs me somewhere, I may have to rain check this week.

“We got a card from Alessa this morning.”

“I’m not sure I understand how the two correlate.”

“It has very implicit instructions on it. It’s from her and Jordan. Who knows what they’re up to? Knowing Jordan, it can’t be good. Or maybe it is,” he chuckles.

“What does it entail?” I ask.

“Packing a suitcase.”

Chapter 3

Nick

Elsa has the most amazing ass I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And I tell her regularly. She usually hushes me, but always has a smile on her face.

She moans as I run my lips up the back of her thighs and over that ass, giving it a squeeze as I go.

I get up on my knees and stroke my cock. It’s hard as a rock. Elsa looks over her shoulder at me. Her blue eyes laced with lust, a brow arched, as if to ask,what the hell are you waiting for?

Neither of us has anywhere to be today, and I’m making the most of it. I can already tell Adam is gearing up to head back to BreakNeck mode.

He’s spent a lot of time at Jasper and Kono’s studio. He’s not asked us to join him, but it’s usually a precursor to him wanting things to pick up.

Plus, Bianca has been on everyone’s case about another album. It’s due to be fair.

But first, Elsa lifts her hips a little, raising that biteable ass towards me. I nudge her legs wide and move in between them. Her long blonde hair almost reaches her ass, the curls falling over her spine. I wrap it around my fist, though I don’t pull.

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