Page 5 of Accidental Baby For My Brother’s Best Friend

Jackson frowns. “Of course she is. She’s ourmanager, how many times does she have to prove that to you? She’s the reason we’re going on this tour in the first place.”

“But–she has to…she can’t-” I find myself stuttering, trying to think of a solid reason for Gemma not to go on the tour with us. A reason other than I am finding it harder and harder not to flirt with my best friend’s younger sister, that is.

“Don’t have a stroke, Locke,” Jackson says with a laugh, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Maybe I read you wrong. You know I get a little touchy when it comes to Gem. I’m glad that you guys are getting along.”

I signal the bartender for another shot even though I know that it might make it a lot harder to stay on beat.

“How long is this tour again?”

“Twelve weeks.”

I choke on my tequila and the bartender graciously slips me a plastic cup of water. I smile at her and she winks in my direction – at least a possible distraction from Gemma Arden stuck on a tour bus in close proximity to me for three whole months.

Jesus Christ.

Two hours go by in a blur. That’s concerning, really. I’m not usually one to drink during sets, but of course, after the show is over, the bar owner bought us all congratulatory shots, and I don’t exactly remember talking up the blonde bartender with the red skirt on.

The next thing I know, the bartender’s legs are wrapped around my waist in the bar bathroom, and it doesn’t occur to me to be bothered that we’re outside the stall because my mouth is on her throat and the music is drowning out the way she’s gasping into my ear.

I guess it doesn’t occur to mewhichbathroom we’re in either, because when a woman’s screech and then laugh sound to the left of me, I don’t think much of it, until I look over into Gemma’s pale green eyes.

Her smile fades and I have to blame what I do next on the tequila because I’m not normally one for public…displays of affection, preferring to save my skills behind closed doors.

As I said, though, Gemma Arden inspires something different in me. So, when her eyes widen but she doesn’t leave the room, I just shoot her a grin and hitch the bartender’s legs up further, lapping my tongue from her collarbone to behind her ear never taking my eyes of Gemma.

Gemma’s mouth opens as if she’s going to say something, but instead, it snaps closed and she leaves the room as if nothing happened.

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