“Okay,” she said breathlessly.
Dear lord, he was already picturing her skirt bunched up around her waist and her panties clenched in his fist.
“Later.” He hung up and, nowhere near as trusting as Gabe, buried his phone deep in his pocket where pranksters couldn’t get to it.
Adam adjusted his over-eager cock into a less tenting position, grabbed a Mountain Dew from the fridge and hopped into the empty chair across from Owen and Kellen. He tried his damnedest not to smile like a dipshit, but it was a challenge with thoughts of Madison filtering through his head.
Gabe was still out cold in the matching recliner beside Adam. Their drummer must’ve had one hell of time with that accountant babe the night before.
Still in Kellen’s possession, Gabe’s cellphone beeped to alert a new text message.
“What did she say?” Owen asked eagerly.
“Show you my what?” Kellen read from the screen.
“Boobs,” Owen blurted.
Kellen rolled his eyes. “Gabe wouldn’t call them boobs.”
Kellen shook his head.
“Tits?” Adam suggested.
Kellen texted a response.
“Breasts?” Owen read over Kellen’s shoulder. “What kind of dude calls them that?”
At the sound of his name, Gabe rubbed his nose with the back of his hand and inhaled deeply. His eyes opened a crack. He smiled trustingly at Adam and immediately fell back to sleep.
The phone beeped again. “Did she send a pic?” Owen asked in a whisper.
“Nope,” Kellen said, “She says, You first. Show me your nipple and I’ll show you mine. Seeing your piercing makes my nipples so hard.” Kellen read her text in a halting monotone, as if verbalizing stock quotes.
“Whoa,” Owen said. “And she looked so sweet.”
Adam knew just how naughty those sweet-looking ones could be. “Hey, Tex,” he called to the driver. “How long until we reach Dallas?” And Madison.
“Couple hours,” Tex called from the front of the bus.
“Anxious to see your girlfriend?” Owen asked with a perceptive grin.
“Not my girlfriend,” Adam said. “Just a great piece of ass I like to fuck.” He knew they’d leave him alone if they thought Madison didn’t mean anything to him.
“How do we get a picture of Gabe’s nipple?” Kellen asked. He eyed Gabe’s chest appraisingly, tilting his head to the left and right and using both hands to form a finger frame for his inspired masterpiece, Guy with a Pearl Nip-ring.
“You restrain him,” Owen said. “I’ll get the shot.”
Kellen shook his head.
Adam chugged his liquid sugar rush and waited for Kellen and Owen to make their move on Gabe. He really couldn’t wait to see Gabe’s revenge.
“Fine,” Owen said. “I’ll jump him; you snap the picture and send it before he knows what’s happening.”
“Maybe we should tranquilize him first,” Kellen said. “He hits fucking hard.”
Gabe’s hand suddenly covered his belly. His eyes snapped open. “Where’s my phone?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.
Kellen shoved it under Owen’s thigh. “No idea.”
The phone beeped with Gabe’s characteristic tone from beneath their looking-entirely-up-to-no-good bassist. Gabe leveled Owen with a glare. Gabe looked badass. Black and crimson mohawk. Tribal dragon tattoos on his scalp. A long, wiry drummer’s body—all lean muscle and sinew that packed a deadly punch. But they all knew Gabe too well to be intimidated by his looks. His fists on the other hand . . .
“What are you doing with my phone, assmunch?”
Owen, with his big blue eyes looking their most innocent, retrieved the phone from beneath his leg and glanced at the screen. “Oh yeah, now those are some nice-looking boobs. I could lick them for hours.”
“I guess she didn’t need to actually see Gabe’s piercing to make her nipples hard,” Kellen said as he viewed the screen over Owen’s shoulder.
“Melanie?” Gabe’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Oh yeah,” Owen said. “I’d definitely love to squeeze those pretty titties together around my dick and give Gabe’s sweetie a nice pearl necklace.”
Gabe’s face went as red as the crimson tips of his mohawk.
“Shouldn’t have gone there, Owen,” Adam said with a chuckle.
Gabe launched out of the recliner and onto Owen. Kellen had the sense to scramble out of the way.
“Oh Melanie,” Owen egged Gabe on. “Yeah, baby, lick my dickhead while I fuck those plump titties.”
“I’m going to make you pay!”