Page 70 of A Tragic Melody

“Where are you? Have you seen Tuesday?” Quinn asks a few bunks down.

Her hand leaves my sweats. “Fucking Quinn,” she mumbles as she moves off my lap. My whole body aches with how hard I am. “What do you…?” She begins to move to poke her head out the bunk, but I grab her shoulder, tugging her back. Her eyes snap at me, glaring for a moment until I push her on her back.

My hand slams over her mouth.

“Shhh. He can’t know you are in here with me. That’s going to look really bad. He is bound to report back to the label.” Her tongue darts out, licking my palm. I hiss, my cock aching more. “Stay here, okay?” She nods.

I slip out of the bunk. Thankfully, Quinn has moved past my bunk to the back of the bus. I slip into the bunk above mine. Taking a few deep breaths, I will my cock to go soft.

“I can’t fucking find her. Did we make a stop last night?”

“I don’t know,” Kellen replies.

“What’s going on?” I ask, dunking my head out of the bunk, trying to come across as half-asleep.

“I can’t find Tuesday,” Quinn says.

“She is in my bunk. She got drunk, and I had to tuck her in because she refused to get into her bunk. Too worried she’d vomit in it. Of course, she had no problem with that happening in mine.”

“Oh,” Quinn says. “I thought you were already asleep when I passed out.”

“I woke up for some water and found her fucked up.” I rub at my eyes. “Let’s hope she is still alive, to be honest.”

Quinn nods, pulling back the curtain to my bunk.

“Tuesday?”

“What?” she snaps. “Go away.”

“Just making sure you are still alive.”

“Why does my bunk smell like little bitch?” she mumbles.

“You’re in Wyatt’s bunk.”

“That explains it,” she groans. “Now go away.”

“That girl is crazy.” Kellen laughs.

“Yeah,” I reply, tucking my head back into the bunk.

I owe Quinn a favor. He just kept me from making a huge mistake. My cock hates him, but I’m not sure what would’ve happened if he didn’t interrupt us.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

I’m going to kill Quinn. Literally strangle the life out of him. I was about to have so much fun with Wyatt until Quinn decided to go looking for me. Now I’m curled up in Wyatt’s bunk, pretending to be starving off a hangover.

What I’m really doing is remembering the night Wyatt made me come, while still thinking about how good his cock just felt in my hand.

Not to mention how good it felt to wake up wrapped around him.

I may have to ruin him at the end of this tour, but until it’s over, I wouldn’t mind ruining him in other ways.

I don’t want to think about what made me crawl into his bunk last night. That was a low for me, but falling asleep with my head on his chest and his hand rubbing my back made it feel less bad.

If I allow myself to go down the road that led me to his bunk, I will spiral again. I don’t know why that man is able to break me so easily, but he can.

I felt horrible about picking a song about his family to sing last night. I can’t imagine how that made him feel, so it filled me with guilt.