Revelry (Taint #1) (20 page)

Coop: Well, he is a real ginger. I’ve seen what’s down below.

Me: OMG! You’ve seen Josh Holme’s cock? Please tell me you took photos?

Coop: Now why can’t you get all excited and fangirl over my cock like that?

Me: Maybe rangas do it for me too?

My phone buzzes with a different sound this time, and I scowl at the screen. Levi has sent me a text. I open it to find a selfie snapshot of him taken from his bunk. His cock is hard and resting against his perfect eight pack adorning his stomach and there’s a sexy smirk on the bastard’s face. Below he’d typed,
Wish you were here
.

I let out a frustrated groan.

Coop: Now I know you’re masturbating.

Me: Nope. Not yet, but I’m seriously thinking about it.

I hear another ping and realise that it’s not my phone but Coop’s. “Dude, did you just send me a picture of your fucking junk?”

I can’t help it. I laugh, loud.

Levi groans. “That was meant for Red.”

Cooper grumbles something unintelligible and I glare at my phone, waiting and hoping against all hope that he will send it to me already. When it becomes apparent that he’s not going to I change chat windows, and glare at it some more.

Levi finally sends the picture. This one is grainier than the first, but it’s the same angle, only he’s cock has softened somewhat, and there’s come all over that delicious abdomen. God help me do I want to lick it off.

Too late,
the text below it reads. I peek out of my curtain across to his bunk, hoping to catch a glimpse of something, anything. I’m wound tighter than a freaking bow string right now, but I won’t give either of them the satisfaction of knowing I’m getting myself off because of their naughty texts. No one is winning that bet.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to delete Levi’s message. And I’m not lying when I solemnly swear that my hand just slipped on that save button. Twice.

Later that night, after I’d taken an extra two minutes in the shower to get myself off, I emerge from the bathroom and see Ash standing in the aisle, talking to Coop and Levi as they lie in their beds. Their conversation halts when I approach and the three of them grin, as if they’re sharing a personal joke I’m not privy to.

“Goodnight boys,” I say, ignoring their sniggers because I’m tired as all hell and I’m freshly washed, relaxed, and ready for sleep. I climb into my bunk, only to find there’s an odd smell to it, as if someone had sex in my bed while I was gone. The covers are just as I left them, though, so it’s more than likely that the boys have been polishing their little red rockets again. I sink in between the blankets and stretch out. My toes bunch in the sheets, only the cotton feels scratchy against my soft feet.

Scratchy, and wet.

The smell of sex hits me again, more pungent this time, and I snatch my foot back feeling something sticky and moist against the pads of my toes. I flip on the little light above my bed and throw back the covers, gasping when I see that the end of my previously clean, freshly made bunk is full of spunk socks. And they got it on my fluffy blanket.

I can hear the chuckling from above me and across the aisle in Levi’s bunk. I throw back the curtain and glare at them.

“Oh you think that’s funny?”

They’re outright laughing now, and worse than that, Zed is standing with a bag of Doritos, doubled over in the aisle at the end of the bus, slapping one hand against his knee while he chokes on chips and laughter.

“Who?” I ask. No one needs any further clarification than that. In fact, I don’t really need to ask, because there’s only one man arsehole enough to pull a prank like this. “You are so dead, Zed.”

“Zed masterminded, but we’ve been working on that shit since yesterday,” Levi says. “We’re practically rubbed raw.”

“You’re disgusting.”

Levi laughs. “Babe, have you met us? It’s not really an insult.”

“Definitely not an insult,” Ash agrees.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to do better than that Ali-Cat.”

“No. I don’t suppose it is an insult now is it?” I lean back into my bunk and grab a handful of squishy socks from the pile at the end of the mattress. Come squelches out through my fingers as I grip them and toss one at Levi, then at Coop, and then one at Zed as I’m attempting to run past.

Coop yells for him to stop me, and I’m snatched up by the big giant toddler freak, only there’s not enough room for him to hoist me over his shoulder, so instead he pulls me against him, squishing the soggy socks between his chest and mine. I gag as a waft of semen assaults my nose. Zed doesn’t look even remotely repulsed though—he actually pushes his chest against mine, smearing more of their bodily fluids on me.

Desperate, and full of disgusted rage, I clock Zed in the jaw and he lets me go before Cooper can reach us. I slip past and run into the bathroom, pushing the button for the automatic sliding door, and giving them all the finger as the partition separates us. I peel off my disgusting clothes and shower until the water runs cold, only now I have nothing to wear on account of my clothes being drowned in eau de man-child.

How is it possible for these boys to produce that much jizz?
I doubt even hookers have seen this level of ejaculate.

Knowing I can’t stay in here forever, I sigh, wrap my towel around my body and steel my nerves, preparing to find anything on the other side. I push the button, but the door judders and groans in protest. When I glance up, I see why. The bastards have duct-taped me in here. With a frustrated kick from me, the partition finally slides back into the wall, but I’m still trapped by hundreds of pieces of silver tape blocking the doorframe. They’ve been nice enough to leave me a window though, a square of duct-tape-free space about the size of my fist, at eye level. And through it, Cooper is smirking.

“Don’t you smirk at me, Ryan,” I snap.

Coop is shirtless now, showing off all of that beautifully muscled torso and the ornate tattoo sleeve running the length of his arm and the left side of his chest. He casually leans one elbow up against the doorframe, bringing his nipples right into my line of sight.

“What’s the matter, Ali-Cat? You don’t like to be kept in your kitty cage?”

“Screw you.”

“Well I would, but I’m afraid you’re locked in there, and I’m out here.” He grins like a freaking maniac. “Do you see the predicament we’re in?”

“Let me out of here.”

“That’s it? That’s all you got for me?” He arches a perfect, black brow. This boy enjoys playing with me far too much. “You’re not even going to try and sweeten the deal?”

“What? You think I’m going to let you win that bet? Or offer to suck your cock if you let me out?” I say with a mocking smile. Coop’s eyes hood with desire and I frown when I realise I haven’t rattled him at all, but just given him fuel for his already raging fire.

Fire. Boner. Same thing
.

“Let me know when you want out of your cage, kitten,” he says, and the motherfucker smirks as he’s walking away.

At least an hour after they taped me in there, I cut my way free with a pair of Deb’s nail scissors that she’s left in the bathroom. I’ll likely get my arse chewed out because of it tomorrow when she finds the sticky residue all over her precious scissors, but I don’t care. The bus is quiet, the main lights are off, and I can see a little light playing peekaboo with Coop’s curtain around his bunk. I tiptoe so as not to alert any of them to my escape, and I head into the back room.

I’m still wrapped only in a towel, but I could kiss the boys for losing their shirts so often. I pick up a worn Misfits shirt from the floor and throw it on. I know it belongs to Cooper because it smells like him, and I gratefully, pull it over my head. It covers the important bits, so that’s all that matters, because no way am I sleeping naked around these guys.

Pulling the blankets from the drawers beneath the bed, I press the button and the mattress slides out. I lie down, more than happy for the extra room to stretch out. I can’t sleep though, and after twenty minutes of tossing and turning I get up and put the Xbox on. I’m maybe twenty minutes into a
Dead of Night
when Coop startles me from the doorway, making me die in the game and loose about ten health points in real life.

He leans against the doorframe, his arms casually folded over his chest and one of those stupid vapour cigarettes hanging from his mouth like a sailor with a pipe.
What is he, Popeye
? Sadly, he even looks hot doing it.
Screw this guy for being so damn good looking. Screw him to hell. Um … yes, please
.

“Uh oh, pussy’s roaming free,” he says.

“You just killed me, you butt munch.”

He shuts the door behind him and comes closer, jumping up on the bed beside me and wafting his vapour in my face. It smells kind of nice, like gingerbread, but I still shoo the vapour away as though it were smoke. “Your mouth is such a turn on, Ali-Cat.”

“Oh, my mouth has plenty more where that came from.”

Coop grins and I’m sure there’s a response on the tip of his tongue but when he lifts the corner of the blanket, preparing to tuck his legs beneath it, that response is snatched away by the sight of my naked legs.

“You boys got come on my clothes, remember?” I remind him, though I’m not really sure why he needs an explanation as to why I’m not wearing any pants.

“I’m beginning to think I’m going to get come on my T-shirt too.” I frown at him in confusion and he clarifies, “You’re wearing my T-shirt.”

“Oh, that’s cute, you’re doing that Alpha-hole thing again. Like me wearing your T-shirt is some big fucking deal.”

“I am not an Alpha-hole.”

“Yes, you are,” I say, poking him in the side as he slides back onto the bed and tucks his legs under the blanket. “You’re so cute when you pout.”

“I am not fucking pouting. I don’t pout. Grown men don’t pout.”

I love these exchanges between us—it’s like tennis on crack, volleying insults back and forth, each of us throwing down our racket in a rage when then tension becomes too great. Half of the time I want to punch him in his pretty face. The other half I want to rip his clothes off and run my tongue over every inch of his body.

I chuckle, because I can’t help sinking the hook deeper. “Aww, don’t worry, Tyke, you’ll grow up to be a big man someday.”

I ruffle his hair and he reaches up and wraps his hand around my wrist, squeezing just hard enough for me to feel how easy it would be for him to overcome me. He slides his thumb over the inside of my wrist and I swear my vagina pulls out her skipping rope and starts fucking jumping up and down at the prospect of that simple touch becoming more. Coop surprises me by sliding our joined hands over his cut stomach and down beneath the sheets, over his hard cock.

“I think it’s big enough, don’t you?”

I swallow hard.

Alpha-hole one. Ali zero.

I wish I had my blanket, because a fluffy blanket right now would really calm my nerves. Not that I’m nervous or anything, I mean, I’m only in bed with a rock star …
whom I hate
.
Or … sort of hate
. I remind myself.
Stupid dumb rock stars and their jizz. I want my fluffy blanket.

“So, Vegas, huh?” I ask to cover the fact that I’m thinking about rolling around on this bed naked with him.

“Yup.”

“You been there before?”

“Nope,” he says. “I really flustered you with that, didn’t I?”

“Little bit, yeah. It was kind of a dick move.”

He laughs at my pun and shifts on the bed, lying down.

“Um … what are you doing?”

“Going to sleep. Turn out the lights.”

“No, I mean why are you going to sleep here? Your bed isn’t full of jizz, just mine.”

“I’m an insomniac, Ali. I have to take sleep when I can grab it. Your presence calms me, and right now I feel like taking a nap. So … shut up, turn out the light, and get over here.”

For a moment I just stare at him, and then when it becomes apparent he wasn’t joking
in any way
, I shrug and do as he asks, because who the hell am I to argue with a half-naked hot man who wants to snuggle?