Page 49 of Feral Touch
Typhoon was just like the concert venue where I’d first seen Ren play. It was dark, loud, and warm from body heat. I was immediately uncomfortable.
Luckily, Ailey had arranged a private booth on the second floor. It overlooked the dance floor and was semi-secluded. People from the first floor could look up and see us, but we were relatively hidden on the second floor. It was the perfect spot to show off while still avoiding fangirls.
Kell made sure I had a drink in my hand before doing anything else. I wondered if he thought I was too tense and needed to loosen up. He wasn’t exactly wrong.
“This is a killer drink,” he told me.
“What is it?” I examined the neon green concoction.
“No idea!” he said cheerfully, then bounced off to pluck Ailey’s phone from her hand. “Stop working. Start boozing.”
She jumped up to grab it from his hands as he held it over her head. “Quit it. I’m on the clock.”
“Stop bugging the poor girl,” Ren hooked an arm around my waist and pecked me on the cheek.It sent a wave of heat flooding through me, making my insides tingle in an entirely inappropriate way in public. I looked down at my drink and blushed. Was he the physically affectionate type? Did he like PDA? I wasn’t sure I was okay with that. A kiss on the cheek was fine, though. “You doing okay?” he asked, giving me a concerned look. I must have seemed overwhelmed.
“I’m fine.” I took a small sip of my drink, so sugary I almost couldn’t taste the alcohol. “It’s loud,” I added.
“You get used to it,” he said. “Although it might just be I’ve lost half my hearing from performing concerts.” He gave me a grin and squeezed my hand.
“Drinking game time!” Kell declared, holding his glass up in salute.
The rest of the band groaned, including Ailey. Emily just looked eager.
“Drinking game?” I asked Ren.
He looked long-suffering. “Kell likes to get drunk and force us to confess our deepest darkest secrets. He calls it a ‘bonding exercise’.”
“Uh. I don’t know if—”
“It’ll be fun!” Kell chirped, interrupting me. “Here, I’ll go first. Never have I ever…” he looked around at the group of us expectantly. “Given a girl an orgasm five times in a row.” Emily's mouth gaped open as Kell knocked back the rest of his drinks in one go.
“Why do you do this to me?” she groaned, planting her face in her hands, cheeks flushed red hot.
“Aren't you only supposed to drink if you've done it?” I asked. “Why would Kell say something he's done when the game isnever have I ever?”
“Because he's an arrogant, bragging narcissist,” Morris said, monotone.
I was probably going to stay completely sober. I didn’t have much in the way of wild, crazy life experiences. Not like rock stars would.
“Your turn, Ivy!” Kell grinned.
I had no idea what to do, so I said the first thing that popped into my head. “Never have I ever gone fishing.”
Kell scrunched up his face. “You suck at this.”
“You put me on the spot!”
Ren patted me on the back consolingly. “It's okay. There's nothing in the rules that says it has to be something crazy or sexual.”
“No, but it makes it more fun.” Jayce zeroed in on Ailey and smirked. “Never have I ever given a blowjob backstage.”
Her whole body jerked as she coughed violently. Emily looked on, wide-eyed.
“Now that's the kind of stuff you don't put online,” Morris muttered.
“You gonna take that drink?” Jayce asked, his tone wicked.
She threw him a murderous look. After taking a sip, she lowered her glass, expression immediately changing into a sweet smile. “Never have I ever gotten my feet tangled on wires on stage and tripped and made a fool out of myself in front of thousands of people.” Her sweet smile turned into an evil grin as Jayce glared at her.
