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 f**k.” 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 f**king 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 ni**les 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 f**k those plump titties.”
“I’m going to make you pay!”
“Sure, I’ll pay for it,” Owen said, laughing through Gabe’s hard jabs. “I’ve got your five dollars right here, baby.” He grabbed his crotch suggestively.
Adam picked up Gabe’s phone, which had landed on the floor near his feet. What better way to keep his own romantic interest under the radar than to join in on harassing Gabe? The picture of Melanie’s br**sts hinted at uncommon beauty, but Adam was sure the blurry shot didn’t do them justice. Still, he whistled long and loud. “Nice. Maybe she’ll show us more.” Adam pressed reply so he could add to Gabe’s misery. “They’re as beautiful as I remember from last night,” Adam said as he composed a new text message and thumbed it in, “but you know what I really want to see.” He pressed send and handed the phone to Kellen, who was now standing between the two recliners to stay out of the way of the brawl between their drummer and bassist.
“Show me what’s in your panties,” Kellen said as he typed. “And send.”
Kellen’s diversion effectively got Gabe’s attention. Gabe abandoned Owen, who lay immobilized on the floor by either pain or hilarity. He rubbed his ribs with one hand and clutched his stomach with the other as he gasped for air between laughs. Gabe stumbled to his feet and grabbed Kellen by the back of the neck. Kellen took his one-quarter Comanche heritage very seriously. In addition to always keeping his straight black hair long and well-kept, he also had a personal vendetta against wearing a shirt. It made getting a good grip on him a challenge.
“Give me my phone, Kellen.”
Kellen handed it over calmly. “You should be thanking us,” he said. “Now you have jack-off material to aid your attempt at long distance monogamy.”
“He’ll never last,” Owen said, still lying on the floor, gasping for air.
Gabe’s phone beeped again, and he looked down at the screen. His eyes widened at whatever picture Melanie had sent him. “Sweet Jesus,” he swore under his breath.
“Let me see.” Owen used the sofa to haul himself off the floor. “Get his phone, Kelly.”
The pair of friends cornered Gabe against the refrigerator.
Gabe held his phone out of reach over their heads. “Get the f**k away. No one sees this one but me.”
Adam wondered if Madison would send him a sexy picture. He’d love something to remember her by on all those long, lonely nights on the road. Maybe she’d let him take a pic with his cellphone while they had sex—a shot of her beautiful pu**y stuffed with his cock. Adam tugged at his fly. Damn, but these incredibly shrinking jeans were uncomfortable. And they had to be close to their destination by now. “Tex,” he called to the driver, “how long until we reach Dallas?”
“One hour and fifty-nine minutes,” Tex yelled. “Keep your pants on, stud. Her pu**y will still be warm when you get there.” Tex laughed so hard, Adam thought he might burst a blood vessel in his wide, ruddy neck.
Adam looked to the back of the bus to see if he was about to become the new target of his band’s teasing. Fortunately, Kellen and Owen were too busy trying to pry Gabe’s phone from his death grip to have heard Tex’s barb.
Adam rested his elbows on his knees and took another sip from his can. The road between Tulsa and Dallas had to be the longest in existence.
Chapter Two
Madison tried to stifle her excited flutters by covering her belly with both hands and taking several deep breaths. Her attempts to calm her jumbled nerves did no good. Between the butterflies and the perpetual grin, she was a giddy wreck. It had been weeks since she’d last seen Adam, and she hadn’t been able to think of anything all day but being in his arms, in his bed and, hopefully someday, in his heart.