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“Knowing you’re not wearing knickers is not what I meant when I asked you to tone it down,” he says with a wince.

“Stop putting your dick where it doesn’t belong,” I tell him.

Tyler’s warm hand finds the base of my spine, and I know between his familiar warmth and the long-sleeves of this dress, I should be fine. I didn’t think it would be fifty degrees at night here in August.

“Ah, you found the root of all the evils in my life,” Draven snarks, standing.

Mav and Atlas shake their heads, moving toward the exit. I watch Draven follow them, waiting for Tyler’s lips to find the shell of my ear.

“Talk to me, Little Flower,” he murmurs.

“I don’t know if I want to kill this performance or tank it,” I sigh. “I’m feeling very conflicted.”

“We never bow to the storm, baby. We stand and tell it to fuck off. Those pipes are priceless, let’s give them a spin, shall we?” Tyler says with a sinful look. “Besides, if you throw it, I’llknow. You don’t like spankings nearly as much as I enjoy giving them.”

Smirking, I link my arm in his, strutting for the exit. We’ve been trying new things recently, but he’s wrong about this.

I like being spanked more than I let on.

Five

MAV

Inever thought I’d see Layla Campbell again, but especially not like this. Atlas wraps his hand around the back of my neck, his thumb caressing my wildly thumping vein. I’m pretty pissed and insanely hard after her performance with her boyfriend.

“She grew up well,” Atlas grunts, not sounding very pleased about it.

“She’s still a baby, and getting into shit she can’t handle,” I mutter.

Layla can’t handle us, and she damn sure shouldn’t be garnering the looks Draven has been giving her. I don’t trust his interest or his ability to not act on his impulses. While he’s a good man, there’s something very twisted inside of him as well.

I don’t want Layla to get any ideas about latching onto him or starting anything again with any of us. She may be with someone, but her sister is married to four men. We’re too damn old for her, too damaged, not good enough.

Off-limits. It’s what Atlas and I agreed when we left our best friends’ wedding, joining a tour a few days later that would take us out of the country.

“I don’t think Layla cares how young she is. Tyler is almost fucking forty,” Atlas complains. “Is it wrong that I hope she tanks when she performs tonight? I don’t know how long I can keep myself from touching her, Mav. If she doesn’t impress Draven, he’ll never accept her as his lead singer, and this isn’t her normal crowd.”

No, this bar is very blue collar and I doubt Layla will be able to impress them. The patrons like their music dark and twisted, and Layla is too bright and sparkly for them. They probably will eat her alive. I should feel bad about this, but if it gets her to fuck off back to South Carolina, so be it.

“No, because it’s what I want too,” I confess.

“Ho-ho, do I hear mutiny in the ranks against the great and powerful Jordan Miles?” Draven sneers, catching up with us. A glance behind us gives me a glimpse of Layla’s dark-blonde hair as it bounces along her gorgeous face. Her boyfriend has his hand wrapped around hers as if he’s worthy of her. No one is worthy of this beautiful girl.

Not even him.

“Maybe,” I grunt. “You wanted to hear her sing, it’s not my fault this bar is a little rag tag.”

As I stop in front of our destination, Draven snorts. We’ve participated in a bar crawl or two while we’ve been here, and he saw just how rough this place can be three days ago.

“This is just so wrong,” he sighs, shaking his head. I’m not surprised he didn’t remember the name of the bar. Draven tends to have a selective memory of things that he actually cares about. “I hope we don’t have to go back on tour right away, I’m sure to get in a fight while we’re here. I suppose I should start drinking now.”

Fuck.

“Maybe you should get rid of the cock cage,” Atlas snarks. “I’m surprised you haven’t dismembered your cock with it after the Princess’ performance.”

My lips twitch enough that I can almost ignore how hard my own cock is. I forgot how beautiful she is when she comes. We only indulged enough the last night she stayed on the bus before we fucked it up.

I wonder if Tyler is the lucky fucker who took her virginity.

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