Page 180 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

Oz nodded. “I’d probably fuck Slash to be honest.”

He wasn’t my type. I liked to see the eyes of the man I was into. Icy blue eyes that shredded my heart i

nto a million pieces evidently. “You do you, girl.”

“Whatever. That level of talent stretches beyond actual age. Just to crawl into his brain for a few hours. If I had to ride his cock to get at it, so be it.”

“For God’s sake, Jame.” I laughed.

“What? A dick is a conduit sometimes. And I love them for it.”

I grinned. “Well, I have some ideas for Teagan and I to have a play off and you and Zane to do the same. But I have to see if the stage can handle it. Would need a reboot of some of the stage mechanics.”

“But oh fuck, it’s so epic.” Jamie’s voice was actually as close to a squeal as I’d ever heard it since we were teens.

“I’m so in. I played it every day for an entire summer.” Teagan flushed.

“Well, then. Guess it won’t be hard for you to play it with me tonight?” I impulsively hauled Teagan in for a hard hug. She was so shocked, she didn’t react right away. Then her arms came up to hug me back even harder.

The elevator phone let out a shrill ring.

“Crap.” I picked up the phone. “I’m so sorry, everything’s fine.”

“If you don’t require assistance, I’d like to kindly remind you we have cameras in the elevator. Please do not have sex on camera.”

I laughed at the prim male voice. “Got it. No sex.”

My band burst into laughter. Oz howled and gyrated.

“Put it away!” Jamie said on a peal of laughter.

I sincerely hoped Oz hadn’t removed anything from his pants, but there was no telling. I wasn’t going to look either.

I slapped the emergency button again, and the elevator shuddered to life.

Jamie tucked her soda into her arm and got out her phone. “The full song, right?”

Oz snagged her bottle and took a long pull.

“Keep your backwash, you pig.”

Oz waggled his eyebrows. “Thanks.”

I rolled my eyes as we got to the lobby. “Yes, the full song. And maybe another one.”

“Yeah, you’re talking to Darcy. Not me.” Jamie flicked through her phone. “I just need to play the song a few times. It’s been awhile.”

I had a song brewing like a storm in my brain. It had been half formed for so long it was like wind. The more I tried to catch the lyrics, the more they flitted away. I needed to sit with my notebook and let it out with scribbles and ink.

I’d need Jamie’s help for it. She was a master with chords. She found notes I didn’t know existed in a guitar. Between her and Zane, our songs were brilliantly layered.

I was going to be asking a lot from them in a very short time.

“We’ll go get the shuttle.” Cooper snagged Teagan’s arm and dragged her over to the concierge.

Teagan’s blue eyes went wide, but she followed him. Zane and Oz made a beeline for the vending machines. The both of them were bottomless pits when it came to junk food and candy.

Jamie’s long-legged stride matched mine. “What brought this on? Not that I really want to question it, because you know how bad I’ve wanted to do this song. But with setup and all the stage shit, it’s like ten minutes. It’s a huge change with not a lot of time to do it.”

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