Page 22 of Rebooting Conor Flynn

She sure was. With her soft tits crushed against my chest and her pouty lips centimeters from my mouth, she felt right at home—a perfect fit.

My hand rested on her hip. I really didn’t have any other place to put it. The bus made a sharp turn, and my hand migrated to her bum. “Why the hell are we moving, and what’s all that screaming?”

Granted, the screaming seemed to be fading out, but the bus hadn’t slowed down.

She said, “I don’t know. Maybe Ham decided to take it for a test spin, but we need to make the driver, whoever it is, aware of our presence.”

Noelle wriggled against me, and I froze as my cock came to life from all the sensations bombarding me. I lifted her hips with my hands. “Can you stand up?”

“Yeah. Open your legs, so I can get one of my knees on the floor of the bus. I don’t want to dig into your thigh or...”

I spread my legs. “Yeah, yeah. Gain some purchase down there.”

Wait. That didn’t sound right.

With pink cheeks, she placed her hands on either side of my shoulders and wedged her knee between my legs. She hoisted herself up, the neckline of her T-shirt hanging open, giving me a clear view of her delicate cleavage in a lacy red bra. When did Noelle start wearing lacy red bras? I reckoned the same time she started carrying a jumbo pack of condoms in her bag.

The bus made another turn, and I grabbed her waist. “I hope this isn’t our driver for the tour, or everyone’s gonna be hurling out the window.”

“If they’re looking out the window and not lying on the floor like we are, they should be fine.”

That’s right. Noelle used to have a little motion sickness on the bus until I told her to sit by a window and focus on the passing scenery.

She clamped a hand around a metal bar securing one of the bunks and pulled herself to a standing position. “Do you need a hand?”

“I’m afraid if we do that, we’ll end up in the same position at the next wild hairpin turn.” I rolled to my side and scrambled to my feet. Ducking, I peered out the window. “Yeah, we’re definitely on the road. A plane’s taking off right above us.”

“No screaming.”

“No screaming, but I’m going to find out what’s happening.”

“I’m coming with you.”

Noelle took the hand I held out behind me, and I led her down the stairs.

Hamish glanced at us in the rearview mirror. “Oh, hey. You two okay up there. That was a close one.”

“Close one?” I hopped off the last step, my fingers still threaded through Noelle’s. “Why’d you take off like that?”

Ham’s big shoulders rounded. “I don’t know how this stuff gets out, but someone spread the word that you were at the studio lot. I stupidly left the gate open when I went to check on something in the bus, and I’m gonna get my ass chewed out for that. Anyway, one of the sound engineers was taking a smoke break outside and saw a swarm of females bearing down on the lot. He called me to get you out of there. No time to sneak you into the studio, so I did the next best thing—I put ’er in gear. Nearly took out a few of your fans on the way out the gate, but man, those chicks are relentless.”

“I know.”

Noelle placed a hand on my shoulder and peered over it. “Where are you taking us, Ham?”

“Nowhere in particular. Just getting away from the studio until things calm down. The women chased down the bus for half a block.” He shook his head. “Feral bunch.”

Noelle snort-laughed, her breath a puff of warm air on my neck. “You have no idea. Didn’t know you commanded that level of devotion anymore, Con.”

I didn’t either. Maybe there was something to the fake dating story.

“How are we going to get back? We can’t drive around the city in this thing for long without attracting more attention. I’m at the Beverly Hills Hotel. I took an Uber to the studio, so at least I don’t have a car back there and don’t have to worry about getting ambushed.”

“They won’t be on the lookout for me. Maybe if Ham can get us back, I can sneak you into my car before anyone notices.”

“You think no one will notice this bus?” My eyes nearly popped out of my head. “Did you get a look at it?”

“Rather loud, isn’t it. Odyssey obviously wants to make sure everyone knows we’re coming to town.” She leaned her chin on my shoulder, and her sweet scent filled my nostrils. “Any ideas, Ham?”