Page 104 of Revive
“And the rest?”
“Pretty sure that involves you screaming my name while you light sparklers in my heart and come all over my cock.”
“Interesting,” she drawled as if weighing up her desire to play. He could feel the rapid tattoo of her pulse through her skin. It echoed the excited beat of his own.
“This door has a lock, right?”
“Nope.”
“Damn,” she hissed through her teeth. “I don’t know, Spook. What if we’re stumbled on? You realise there’s a free roaming Ronnie Bush in the building.”
“I think he knows what fucking looks like, Alle. You’re not going to corrupt him if he catches a glimpse of a money shot.”
“I’m more concerned about him filming it.”
“Tell you what, I’ll save him the effort, and do it for him.” He set his phone on the dressing table, propped up.”
“Oh, you’re a bad boy,” she said, and he liked the purr in her voice.
“Okay, God help me. Let’s do this. Please Gracious Almighty, keep Ronnie occupied for the next… say twenty to ninety minutes because I don’t think I can cope with him providing commentary.”
Spook laughed, still buoyed up on post-performance euphoria. “Corridor, Hutton. And come in ready to bang the living daylights out of your ultimate fantasy made flesh. And stop fucking worrying about Captain Bubblebutt. I don’t give a damn if he walks in on us, just as long as your pretty mouth ends up around my cock and exuberant banging happens. Now scoot and make your eyeliner nice and thick so that it streaks when it runs down your face.”
“Perve,” she quipped.
“Bank on it.”
She went out and closed the door. Spook turned side on to the entrance, so that he could turn his head and see her arrive. The door slammed flat against the wall. Alle paused in the doorway with her hands on her face. “Spook! Oh, my God. SPOOOOOOK!”
She yelled so loud, he was certain every member of the band and crew heard.
“You’re my favourite guitarist EVAR! Please will you sign my tits?”
She stripped her dress off over her head, then ran straight at him.
They collided so hard they both ended up flat on the floor, where they stayed for some time.
Miraculously, Ronnie didn’t intrude.
-EPILOGUEPART 2-
Allegra
“What are they to each other?” Ronnie asked her an hour or so later, as he flopped onto the sofa beside her in the private bar the band had reserved for their use back in their hotel. He’d jabbered to her about the gig the whole ride over and shown her all the pics he’d taken of the crowd. That was the thing about Ronnie, the excitement of performing never got old. “Come on, Alle, help this clueless sod out, because I don’t get it. I really don’t get it.” He leaned into her, eyes ablaze and all ears for gossip. “Xane’s already got a boyfriend and a girlfriend, and you and Spook…” He crossed his fingers before their faces, illustrating they were tight. “You are, aren’t you? You and Spook are all right?”
“We’re good, Ronnie. Promise. As for getting it. What’s to get? They’re friends. Really close friends…that’s it.”
Xane and Spook were stood together talking, along with Ash. She liked watching him from a distance, observing the way he’d rake his hand through his oceans of blond hair, and the blue sparks that would flash in his eyes before he laughed.
“Right?” She felt Ronnie’s jaw working as he chewed over her answer. “Except it isn’t it.”
“Really close friends who happen to shag sometimes,” she amended, recalling Luthor’s description.
“Right,” he said, brows further furrowing. A glance confirmed he looked like he’d been presented with a particularly cryptic puzzle. “I still don’t get it… That’s not an actual thing.”
“It’s a thing, Ronnie.”
“Really?”
