Page 29 of Give Me What I Want

I quickly forwarded the video to myself, then debated sending it to each of the guys. I hesitated, then decided that this was just for me. I deleted the copy from Mav’s phone, then opened his camera. With my ego hitting a new height from watching that video back, I pushed the blanket down, rolled onto my front, then angled the camera, taking a tasteful shot of my ass.

Ten minutes later, I had posed in at least twenty different positions, focusing on the explicit parts of my body. Then I scrolled through them, deleting the ones I didn’t like, and selecting a special one for each of the guys. My ass for Mav. A full body shot for Cole, and my nipples pinched between my fingers for Ro. I adjusted the brightness on each of them, adding shadows until I was happy with how they looked, then I pressed send before deleting all but the one for Mav.

Tossing his phone back onto the bed, I quickly dressed in the tee I had been wearing last night, then made my way out of the bedroom, veering off to the bathroom to grab the pack of plasters before heading into the lounge and dropping down onto the sofa.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Cole sang cheerily as I lifted my leg, resting my heel on his thigh as I ripped open a fresh blue plaster and smoothed it over the gazes on my knee.

“Morning,” I mumbled back, then glanced at Mav. He was sitting in his usual chair, book in hand, but his gaze wasn’t on the pages. He sucked in a sharp breath, then dragged his gaze away from the place it had been locked on, dropping it to the pages without uttering a single word.

I hadn’t bothered with underwear, and from his chair, he had the clearest view of the place where he had buried his tongue, fingers and cock the night before. I extended my leg over the top of Coles, then lifted the other and covered the other grazes just as Ro appeared on the threshold of the front door. I had no idea where he had been, but there was a sheen to his skin, so I guessed he had been working out.

“Why the fuck are you sending me pictures?” he asked, his tone full of irritation as he stepped in front of Mav’s chair, his phone in hand.

“What?” Mav asked, placing the book closed on his lap and looking slowly up at Ronan.

“I just had a notification saying you sent me a picture. What is it?” Ro rumbled.

Mav looked confused. “You need your eyesight checked, bro. I haven’t even seen my phone this morning. So it’s not from me.”

“It is.” Ro turned his screen, shoving it in Mav’s face.

He leaned back in his chair, squinting at the screen, then blew out a long breath. “Fuck knows what that is. Like I said, I ha—”

Mav stopped mid-word, his gaze darting to meet mine. “The last time I saw my phone was last night, when Cole dropped it in the sheets.”

Mav was holding back laughter, his eyes narrowing on me, but Ro didn’t catch on. Instead, he shoved the phone closer to Mav’s face, demanding that he opened it.

“I don’t want to see your cock, so if that’s what you’ve sent me you can open it and delete it,” Ro growled.

“You saw it last night. In fact, I’m pretty sure I felt your balls slapping against mine.” Mav’s gaze slowly moved back to Ro’s, his lips twitching with amusement. “I’m also not sure why you automatically think it’ll be my cock.Youopen it.”

“No. You.”

Ro dropped his phone and Mav’s jaw clenched. He snatched up the phone, swiped it open, jabbed in the passcode, and rolled his tongue between his teeth, his gaze locked on the image on the screen.

I flattened my legs, resting them on top of Coles as I watched my bandmates, wondering what would happen next. Who needed TV when I had these guys?

Jord came inside next, slamming the front door closed, but not managing to actually draw anyone’s full attention his way. He stomped over to the sofa and sat down on the other end, keeping his distance from me and Cole. I didn’t like it, but I’d deal with his shitty mood later, right now I wanted to know what Mav and Ro were going to do.

“You want me to delete it?” Mav asked.

“That’s what I said, idiot.” Ro’s fists were balled at his sides, his stance wide, ready to attack, but there was no need.

“If you insist,” Mav said with a smirk.

“Wait.” I jumped in. Mav’s smirk turned into a grin, and Ro’s head spun to look at me. “Don’t delete it.”

“I don’t want to see his—” Ro started to shout, but I stopped him.

“Just look at it.Idiot.” I sassed, mimicking him.

He stared at me for a long moment, then turned back to Maverick, snatched his phone from his hand, and instantly relaxed as he looked at the image. Taking a few steps back, a cocky smile twisted his lips, and he zoned out entirely, not bothering to apologise to Mav, ignoring us, ignoring Cole who was repeatedly asking him what it was.

“Check your own phone,” I whispered to my drummer, feeling all sorts of satisfied at my bandmate’s reaction to receiving a naughty picture.

Cole shifted beneath my legs, fished his phone out of his pocket, and swiped open his own message from ‘Mav’. He made a loud excited noise, then held his phone to his chest. “You. Beautiful. Creature,” he said slowly, then looked back at his screen. Zooming in and out with the happiest smile on his face.

“What is it?” Jord finally asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

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