Page 48 of Reverb
He knew exactly what he was going to do. Mish had invited him...he was going.
David closed his eyes and listened to the road, hoping yet again he wasn’t making a huge mistake.
Mish stayed in back for a little longer after Ray had left, but the laughter from the front of the bus drew her out of her funk and sent her back up. Turned out Dom was trying to balance a spoon on the tip of his nose and failing miserably, since Adrian kept poking all of his ticklish places. The end result was a happy Dom wrapped in Adrian’s arms.
They were so predictable. But it brought her joy to see Dom so free and easy with his life—no longer conflicted between the stage persona he loved and inhabited on tour, and the much more reserved dorky version of himself he’d hidden from everyonebutthe band.
Adrian had helped Dom bridge that gap, and that had allowed Dom to settle deeper into Domino whenever they were on stage.
On one of the other couches, Zavier was his usual bad-boy self, all sprawled out and stunning. Except she knew better. He gestured Mish over to join him, pulling up his legs to make space. Ray sat across the aisle, scribbling in his Moleskine.
“He’s caught the song bug again,” Zavier said.
“Shush,” came Ray’s replay. “Busy.”
Mish chuckled and sat, and like a cat, Zavier shifted his legs over her lap. “Feeling better?”
She thought about that. “Maybe. A little, yeah.”
“You want my advice?” Zavier’s blue eyes were bright and it was pretty obvious he was in one of his way-the-hell-too-overstimulated moods.
“I know your advice, honey. You’re gonna tell me I should fuck him.”
Zavier grinned. “Maybe tie him down first.”
The spoon Dom had been playing with hit the floor. “Zav!”
He looked over at Dom. “What?”
But Adrian was speaking into Dom’s ear, so whatever he’d been going to say was lost in a gulp of air. Dom muttered, “That’s not fair.”
Adrian embraced Dom from behind. “Totally is, babe.”
She shook her head. Tying David down did have an appeal, but she had no idea if David’s bedroom play even ventured into kink. Not everyone’s did, even if all her bandmates were kinky as hell, andloud.
Thank god for earplugs. Even in the expensive hotels they stayed in, the walls didn’t keep all the noise out.
Zavier shifted his legs to gain her attention, and the humor had fled into profound seriousness. “You enjoy his presence. You’re both interested in each other. You should totally fuck him.”
Ray shut his book. “That’s Zav’s solution for all relationships.”
“It isnot.” Zavier wiggled his toes in his socks. “My solution is friendship, then trust, then fucking.” He ticked each off on his fingers. “Thencommitment, if you both want that. But start with friendship and trust. There’s nothing more important.”
She patted Zavier’s legs. “Honey, you’re a good soul, you know that?”
“Don’t give him an ego,” Ray said, and there was laughter in his words.
“Give?” Zavier looked affronted. “I alreadyhavean ego.” He crossed his arms behind his head.
“Mmm.” The look Ray gave Zavier was like watching sunshine. Bright and warm. “You do.”
These men were all perfect for each other. Even when they snarked and argued.
“You want your husband back, Ray?” Mish patted Zavier again.
“Nah. Keep him for a while. He’s good company.”
“So says our fearless leader,” Zavier quipped.
