Page 57 of Extended Bridge

I leap off his thighs. “Oh shit. I’m so sorry!”

“Sweetheart, not a worry. I’ll gladly take all the pain in the world if it means you’ll straddle me.” He reaches for my waist to haul me over to him again, but I scoot away.

“No way. You’re down to having therapy once a day. I’m not going to be the reason it gets extended.”

He strokes himself through his jeans. “I can show you something else that would like to be extended.”

Ignoring the saliva pooling in my mouth, I give him a stern look. “Bennett. Behave.”

“Said no woman ever.” He pauses. “Well, except for Mom.”

His mention of the woman who’s treated him as less than because he was born hurts a dark spot deep inside. “Hey,” I move so we’re touching thigh to thigh. “Unlike what I know about your mother, I, for one, am thrilled you’re here in this world. I can guess all the females at UC’s concerts would agree. Not to mention the women in the meet and greets and last night’s club. Although,” My lips purse. “Some were a bit too familiar for my taste.”

“I’m used to women being handsy with me, Jenna.” He grabs my own hand and traces my fingers. “However, you’re the only person I want to touch me.” He places my palm over his hard hammering heart.

The bus rumbles down the highway, going to whatever city’s next. At the moment, I don’t care. Tossing my fears off the speeding bus, I want to be wrapped in Bennett’s bubble. I lay my head on his pec. “Where are we off to?”

“Not sure,” he replies. “Some place in the south? Georgia? Tennessee? I don’t know.”

“Is this how you live your life? Perform, drink, travel, rise and repeat?”

“Pretty much. It’s better when we get a couple of days off. Luke sets up a nice dinner for us or sightseeing of somesort.”

I rear back. “Really? Like what?”

“We’ve done museums, music studio tours, adventure things like rock climbing.”

“Sounds cool. What about a culinary tour? You guys seem to have an expansive palate.”

He chuckles. “Can’t say that we have done one of those.”

I file this option away for my next conversation with Luke. “So what do you think’s on tap for today?”

His stomach growls. “Well, I’m hoping food is our number one priority.”

I kiss his willing lips. “Stay here.” I walk down the main aisle to the driver’s seat, tugging Court’s dress into place. “Hey, Danny.”

“Miss,” he replies without moving his eyes off the road. “What can I do for you? Everything all right with the big guy?”

I appreciate how he looks out for Bennett. Danny’s as much a part of UC as Bennett or Nese or Luke or any crewmember. “Bennett’s fine, but he’s hungry. Any idea when we’ll be stopping for food?”

Before I’m finished talking, he’s on the walkie talkie. “There’s a rest stop in two miles. I told the other drivers we’ll be stopping, and they’ll meet us there.”

“Thank you so much.” I return to Bennett, picking up a shirt along the way. “Here you go. We’re stopping for some grub soon.”

His head pops through the material. “You asked for me?”

“Can’t have the lead singer of Untamed Coaster passed out due to hunger now, can we?” I giggle. Giggle? What is this man doing to me?

“Pass me the syrup.”

Coop passes Pierce a glass dispenser. “Here you go, asswipe.”

For his part, Pierce shoots the guitarist a dirty look, then pours a healthy amount of maple syrup over his Belgianwaffles.

Tristan, sitting next to me, says, “Did you all check the internet this morning? When will the press let go of this stupid Black Widow thing?”

My blueberry pancake halts on its way into my mouth. Bennett clamps his hand around my thigh. “Total bullshit.” He kisses my cheek.

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