Page 70 of Rock Giant
Paul “Rock Giant” Reed
“This is an invasion.Prepare to be boarded.We demand to see pussies.”Ronnie yelled, as he mounted the steps onto the Ghost Boys tour bus.They were parked at a service station somewhere between last night’s venue in Kristiansand and tomorrow’s venue in Stavanger.“Also, we bring the gift of breakfast.”
Breakfast, despite it being late afternoon.
Grumbles from towards the rear were succeeded by combinations of “gimme” and “please tell me you have bacon” and “take as many ruddy cats as you like, this one’s just farted on my head.Get off, you fucking moggy.”
Balin stumbled out first, beaten to the stash of breakfast offerings by their driver.“That’s not bacon.”
Paul shrugged.“We’re in Norway.If you want hot food on the move, it’s Bratwurst in potato bread or lump it.Seriously, man, they have like fifty-eight types of hotdog but not one of them contains British bacon.Get over yourself.”
“This is so good,” their driver groaned with delight between mouthfuls.“Honey mustard… That’s what it is, right?”
Jez wandered through evidently fresh from the shower, sporting a towel around his narrow hips.Ronnie shoved food offerings in his direction, prompting a juggling feat involving hotdogs and towels and a lot of unnecessary touching.
“Someone mentioned pussies,” Jodi leaned against the doorway, one such feline beast in her arms.Ronnie was thankfully still tangled up with Jez, leaving the pathway open for Paul to move in.“Flugwhump,” she mouthed at him.
“I remember.And the girls?”
“Hiding.They’re not so social.”
“Breakfast?”She passed him the cat so he could give her one of thepølse i lompe.
“Dude, stop trying to slide my fiancée your sausage,” Nash remarked, forcing his way between them, and snatching the food out of Paul’s hand before Jodi could accept it.
“Wanker.”
Jodi shrugged like it was no big deal.“There’s plenty more, right?”Jodi curled her hand around his wrist, which got his attention immediately.It was like an electric current passed through him.It made all his hairs stand on end and other less hairy bits get perky too.
Right.He released the cat to wind its way around various legs and got her another sausage before shitbag ate them all.He’d already claimed another two.Jodi accepted the second offering with a smile, before ducking back through the curtained doorway to where the bunks were.He’d have liked to have followed, but there was etiquette to be followed regarding tour bus bedrooms.You did not enter unless invited.
“Hope you’re not peeking,” she said, when he lingered on the other side of the curtain.
“How naked are you?”He figured she was taking the opportunity for some privacy to get dressed.Couldn’t be easy for her living with four male slobs.Elspeth had never much liked touring with a bunch of guys, and she’d been part of the band, not just tagging along for the ride as someone’s bunk buddy.
“Bra and knickers at the minute, but don’t get excited.They’re my ancient granny pants.Need to do some laundry, and my bra’s seen better days too.”
“Yeah, what’s it like?”
“Grey.T-shirty.I think once upon a time it might have had pink spots.”
“Comfortable?”he asked.
She chuckled.“Yeah.Yeah, it is.”She emerged maybe a minute later dressed in a familiar jumper over a pair of jeans.It brought a score of memories rushing back all at once.Paul raked his teeth across his lower lip.“Your fiancé know you’re wearing my clothes?”
She pursed her lips and looked at him primly.“Not if you don’t snitch.Please don’t snitch.This is the warmest jumper I own, and it’s soft and snuggly.”
He liked seeing her in it far too much to risk a scene, even if he would’ve got a kick out of seeing douche canoe’s expression when he learned how close to her skin Jodi was keeping him.“Wearing my stolen boxers too?”
“They weren’t stolen.They were loaned.And nope, not today.”
Which suggested she wore them some days.God, the visuals that conjured.
“Granny pants, remember.What’s that face for?Are you planning on calling in the loan?”
There was a thought, for a day when she was actually wearing them.Then he could remove them from her with his teeth, after he’d sufficiently proved they needed laundering by making them thoroughly wet.
“Hey, can I have one of those coffees?”She darted past him, but the box Ronnie had arrived with was now sadly empty.“Damn.”
