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“Spook?”
“We’ll figure something out,” he said. “I’m going to go wash.”
“Oh, no.” Her hand landed on his hip, forcing him back down into the mattress. “What I mean is, don’t bother. I’m planning on coming all over you a half dozen times yet. You’ll only get messy again. Just mop it off.” She fished around and passed him the nearest thing to hand, which turned out to be her discarded top.
“Alle, I hate to disappoint you, but you’re not getting a rise out of me for some time. My cock is now officially in cryosleep.”
“Don’t be silly, it’s just snoozing. Besides, you’ve fingers that still work. You can turn a dial, right?”
She straddled him around the waist, then handed him the remote for the egg she still had inside her.
“Ah,” he said, catching on. “Okay, half a dozen orgasms coming right up.”
Neither of them got out of bed for the rest of the day.
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Allegra
Alle wasn’t privy to the details of the negotiation, but somehow Spook, or more likely Xane, persuaded the guys to celebrate Spook’s birthday on the twenty-eighth. Drinks and companionship accompanied a potluck meal they all contributed to, and which only ended when, one by one, the guests slid into the shadows to their beds. She wasn’t sure how Spook—Xane—had swung it, but Black Halo were vacating the island the following morning to do tourist stuff and attend some industry shindig on the mainland. Spook naturally had vetoed any idea of him attending, and no one had thought a thing about that being unusual.
“Have you told him?” she asked Spook, as they brushed their teeth before bed.
“Of course not. I’d never bloody get him to leave. He’d be standing by with a first aid kit.”
“For you or for me?”
“Quite possibly both of us. I just told him we wanted some alone time, and he inferred the rest.”
“So, no details.”
“None.” He rinsed and spat. “Are you worried? We don’t have to.”
“I’m not worried.” Zippy with anticipation better described how she felt.
“I’m just stumped as to how there’s suddenly an industry event happening in the wilds of Cornwall.”
“Happens all the time.” His smile confirmed he was spouting bollocks. “It’s the holiday homes, ideal location.”
“It’s hardly the holiday season.”
“It’s half-term,” he reminded her, as she followed him up to the bedroom, and watched him strip off his clothes and fold them, even though they were ready for the laundry. “Even music execs have kids, and kids like Cornwall. Allegedly. Leastways, they like beaches, ice-cream and making sandcastles.”
“So, it’s not a meeting about you re-joining Black Halo.”
“Ah.” He frowned at the pile of clothes she’d left on the floor. “No. You see, officially, I never left. The guys never actually passed on the fact that I quit to the high ups. It went as far as our manager and stopped.”
There was another reason to love them.
“I’ve been on a temporary mental health break.”
“How very on trend of you.”
“Alle,” he chastened.
She snuggled up to him smiling. “I’m not actually making light of anything. I know exactly how bumpy things have been.” And how fragile he remained and quite possibly always would be. At least he was willing to engage on the subject of his demons these days, and that definitely helped. “They’re gonna talk about you though, right?”
“Probably. Which makes it better that I’m not there. Everyone can get all their thoughts off their chests without me having to listen to it. I don’t want to listen to it. The thing about albums is that tours inevitably follow them, and I’m not so good with crowds at the minute.”
