Page 23 of Give Me What I Want

“The issue,” I said, grinding my teeth again as I glared down at her, attempting to ignore Ronan’s smug face lingering in the doorway. “Is that everything is out of balance now. You fucked him, and…”

“You sound like a child.” She laughed. “You sound like you’re mad that you didn’t get a turn. Is that it? Would you like to get in my panties too? Balance things out. Shall I just invite you all back there—” She pointed to the back room. “Shall we just have one big band orgy?” She turned around, facing Ronan. “Better unlock my drawer and grab some lube. Apparently, I’m about to—”

“What’s going on?” Cole asked, looking dumbfounded as he exited the bathroom and stared at each of us. Ronan still looking smug. Beatrix with her arms in the air as she shook her head. And me, standing at her back with my fists clenched.

Jord came up beside me, the lingering smell of smoke clinging to him, and a snort left me. “Apparently we’re all about to have a go with Bea.” I grabbed Cole by the collar of his tee. “Come on, boo. Let’s go and balance things out."

"You’re joking?” Jord whispered beside me, just as Beatrix twisted sharply to face me. I was still holding on to Cole, his calming energy doing nothing—for once—to drown my temper.

She stared at me with a challenge in her bright blue eyes, and I refused to back down. My chest was rising and falling heavily, matching hers as she stepped to me again, grabbed my hand, peeled it away from Cole, and held it tight. “Are you joking, Mav?”

I swallowed hard at the blatant need in her voice. It was coated in fury, spat my way, but the breathiness surrounding it was enough. It pushed me over the edge, and my lips parted with my answer. A rasped single word.

“No.”

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What the hell was I doing? Why had I said that? And why the fuck had it felt so fucking good to say, so honest. Frustration was building higher and higher, flooding through my veins along with a fucked-up mixture of anger and…need.

I had snapped, yet I had meant what I had said. I just hadn’t realised it until the words had left my mouth. It wasn’t just spite that was spurring me to drag my bandmate to her bed, it was more.

I didn’t want to think about what that meant. I didn’t want to wonder if I was the only one feeling this way. And luckily, I didn’t have to.

Jordan grabbed my arm, yanking my hand from Bea’s hold, drawing my attention away from her ocean eyes. Those eyes that held a forbidden challenge in them.

“Bro, you can’t be serious. What happened to what we said ear—”

“Balance.” I cocked my head as I looked him in the eye. “I want balance.”

“And you think this is how you get that?” Jord asked, and I narrowed my eyes on him.

“It is,” I said firmly. “Beatrix. Get in that room. Now.”

Jordan’s jaw dropped at my harsh command, but I felt a wash of air in the place where Bea had been standing. He might have thought it a bad idea, but she didn’t. She was doing as she was told without a single word of protest.

“Cole,” I snarled, still staring at Jordan. “Go and warm her up.”

“Ro’s already—”

“I said go and warm her up. I don’t give a shit what Ro’s doing. If anything he should be sitting this one out. He’s had his fun.” My stomach churned, flipping at my harsh words, but if I let them go, let them fall away, would I have the balls to do this? Would I be able to make everything right?

Cole didn’t protest again, and a small smirk began to lift my lips.

“You better get in there too,” I said to Jordan, raising a brow, my lips still lifting, the anticipation of what was to come shifting my mood.

He shook his head then looked at the floor. “I’m not doing this; it’s going to make things worse. Can’t you see that?”

“You’re wrong.” I grabbed his chin, lifting it so that he had to look at me again. “Trust me.”

I didn’t give him another chance to argue with me. My fingers slipped away from his chin and circled his bicep, dragging him with me into the back room. Bea was on the bed, and I had to pause to compose myself as my gaze dropped between her thighs. Ronan’s head was blocking my view, buried between her legs, making her suck in heavy breaths between weak, pissed off murmurs as Cole sat behind her. His arms wrapped around her as she leaned her head back against his chest. He looked so lost, so unsure, and for a moment I wondered if I was doing the right thing. Maybe Jord was right.

And then she moaned. A long melodic sound that sent sparks to my cock, followed by a rush of anger.

Ronan’s hair was in my hand within a heartbeat, and I dragged him away from her. She snapped her legs closed and made the brattiest noise of protest. I shot her a sharp look as I pushed Ronan to the floor. “Watch. Don’t fucking touch.” I snarled at him.

“She wants it, she wants me.” He attempted to get to his feet, but I wasn’t allowing it. I pushed him again, snarled a command to back off, then placed my feet on either side of his waist, trapping him as I turned my attention to our frontwoman.

“After tonight, it all goes back to normal. One night. That’s all. We don’t fuck up our careers over this.”

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