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  “She didn’t use it when we kissed, so she can be touched sexually but only if she allows it, I guess”

  “That’s good to know, but try and not scare her off. I like her; she fascinates me.” I watch her throw her head back and laugh.

  “She fascinates us all; too bad she is going to be sleeping away from us.” Yeah, that’s what they think.

  Chapter Five

  Ivory

  The night is finally over, and we drop Emz off at her house; we cry and say our goodbyes. I tell her if she needs me, for anything, I am only a phone call away. I am going to miss my best friend being at my side. With her gone, I feel even more vulnerable.

  I have never been away from her before; she has always been a short distance away.

  We pull up to a huge tour bus, and I climb out of the limo and look around, wondering where my bus is. I was told I would ride with the roadies. I didn’t want to share a bus full of rock star’s, especially if they bring women back to sleep with.

  I don’t want to hear the band’s sex noises as I try to sleep.

  “Where’s my bus?” I ask the guys.

  “Aren’t you sharing with us?” Caspian asks.

  “Yeah, aren’t you supposed to keep an eye on us?” Slate adds.

  “Finn and I agreed I would share the bus with the roadies since I don’t want to witness when you get your flirt on with your groupies.” I cross my arms.

  “You would rather share a bus with roadies than us?” Zeke presses his hand against his chest, pretending to be hurt.

  “I’d rather be on a bus that didn’t have constant sexcapades.”

  “Do you think that we constantly hook up?” Zeke leans against the bus.

  “Yes,” I say without hesitation.

  “Okay yeah, we used to, but it got old quick. Listen, your bus has left, so you have to join us tonight. Besides, the sun is rising soon, so we will all be sleeping; we will all be gentlemen.” He stops giving Rush a look. “You will have the room in the back, and there is a door and everything, so you have privacy. We will be good.” I guess I don’t really have a choice.

  “Fine, but if anyone of you tries anything, I will zap you so hard.” I know I can’t control my gift like that, but again, they don’t know that.

  “That what they are calling it these days?” Rush chuckles, climbing on the bus. I think about what I just said and groan.

  “It’s okay, I knew what you meant.” Slate puts his arm around my shoulder and guides me onto the bus. My mouth hangs open when I see everything. The bus looked big from the outside, but it’s huge on the inside if that’s even possible.

  There is a massive TV on one wall, with game consoles and what looks like a hundred different games underneath. There are two black leather couches in front of the TV; the opposite side has two booths. Farther down, I spot the kitchen area, and toward the far end is where the bunks are. I head down and see two doors. I peek into the rooms: one is a room with a double bed, and the other is a bathroom with a shower.

  It’s quite spacious and the bunks even look comfortable. I would feel bad about taking the bedroom, but it’s just for one night—well, one morning— until I can get onto the other bus and get my own bunk.

  I walk back to the living area, and the guys are sprawled on the couches. I take a seat next to Caspian, and he gives me a small smile. I look around and notice the tinted windows.

  “It's special glass,” Zeke says, knowing what I must be thinking. “We are safe, we are able to look outside; it’s a small pleasure since we can’t be out during the day. We are normally sleeping anyway, but it’s nice knowing we get to see the sun even if it is tinted color.”

  “So sleeping in coffins a myth?” I wonder.

  “A few do prefer coffins with their complete darkness, but we aren’t bothered; once we are in our bunks and the curtain is pulled, we are happy.”

  “So what now?”

  “You can do anything you want: you can watch TV, go to bed, whatever you like, but shortly, we will all be going to sleep.”

  “So you have to sleep during the day?”

  “We just feel weaker if we don’t, that’s all,” Caspian answers.

  “We also need our beauty sleep,” Zeke adds in jokingly.

  “Well, I am exhausted. I have been up for over twenty-one hours, and I know I definitely need my beauty sleep.” I stand.

  “You are already beautiful,” Caspian declares. I look down at him, and his eyes pull me in.

  “Thank you, Caspian,” I say softly before heading to my room. When I close the doors, I feel my body relax; I guess being around them does make me a little tense.

  I sit on the bed and groan when I think that my stuff must be on the roadie bus.

  Perfect.

  I take off my black skirt and blouse, placing them on the chest of drawers, leaving me in my underwear. I am pulling back the covers on the bed when there is a knock on the door. Before I have a chance to cover myself, the door opens, and Zeke is standing there with some stuff in his hands, his eyes trailing over my body.

  “I didn’t think you’d be undressed so quickly.” He clears his throat. “I thought you would like something to sleep in and a toothbrush.” He walks in and places them on the bed. He looks back at me, it’s like he can’t take his eyes off me.

  “Thank you. I was worried about not having a toothbrush.” I swear that could be the stupidest thing I have ever said.

  “Good thing we have spares.” We both look at one another. “Sorry for just walking in.”

  I wave him off. “It’s okay.”

  He gives me one more look before leaving, closing the door behind him. I fall face first on the bed, screaming into the mattress. I can’t believe he saw me in my underwear. I guess my luck is still hiding from me.

  I sit back up and go through the things Zeke brought me, and I see a huge plain black t-shirt. I put that on and it falls to just above my knees. I smile, looking at the pink toothbrush. He was kind enough to bring a towel and some chocolate.

  I place the chocolate in the bedside cabinet; I will have that tomorrow. I grab my toothbrush and towel and go to the door, placing my hand on the door handle. I take in a deep breath before opening it. I quickly run to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

  I see toothpaste and mouthwash in the cabinet, so I get to work and wash my face. I look in the mirror, then I look at the shower area and notice shampoo and shower gel. I am sure they won’t mind if I borrow some when I wake up.

  Heading out, I walk straight into someone, my towel and toothbrush falling to the ground. I almost fall back, when arms wrap around my waist, pulling me up. I look up to see it’s Slate.

  A shirtless Slate.

  My hands are on his very hard chest. I can feel that my shirt has risen up, showing more of my legs. I look into Slates eyes, and just like Rush’s, they have gone black. I can feel my heart beating against my chest, and I know he can hear it.

  “I am so sorry,” I mumble.

  “It’s okay; glad you didn’t hurt yourself.” His eyes go back to normal, and he smiles. I wonder if they notice when their eyes turn black.

  He bends down to pick up my towel and toothbrush. I look down at him as he looks up, his eyes on my legs, his face close to my pussy. His eyes move back to mine, and again, they have gone black. He slowly—ever so slowly—stands; somehow, his body has moved closer to mine, and he hands me my things.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  “You’re welcome.” His eyes are still on mine. “You better get back to your room, petal.” All I can do is nod. I walk around him, and I open my door. Before I walk in, I turn around, and he is still watching me.

  “Good night, Slate.”

  “Night, petal.” I close the door, and I lean my forehead against it.

  I seem to find my body in hormonal drive whenever I’m alone with one of the band members. Damn, it’s in overdrive when I’m near naked, and they are close to me. I seem to be drooling over each o
f them.

  I see the sun starting to rise and I go shut the curtain before climbing into bed and closing my eyes, trying to blank out all my thoughts.

  My body feels like it’s on fire.

  Sleep can’t come quick enough.

  I wake with lips moving up my legs, causing my body to shiver. They trail soft teasing kisses up my legs, past my aching pussy, to my breasts, sucking my nipple hard, making me arch my body off the bed.

  “Shhh,” a voice says behind me. I feel another set of lips on my neck when they innocently bite me. The ache between my legs gets stronger when they lick where they bit.

  I then feel another set of lips move to my other nipple, playing with it with their teeth. Then another mouth moves along my thigh. I feel hands touching me everywhere but not where I need them to be.

  “Please touch me,” I beg.

  “We are touching you,” another voice says.

  “Tell us where to touch you,” the other says.

  “Everywhere.” I hear them chuckle.

  When I feel a tongue on my soaked pussy, I groan into the room. Their tongue slides between my folds, licking so slowly before they take my clit into their mouth, sucking hard.

  “You taste so good.”

  “Don’t stop touching me,” I say hoarsely.

  They take my clit back into their mouth. The one licking my neck turns my head toward them and kisses me hard, then I feel hands on my face, pulling me toward them, and they kiss me, then another kisses me.

  Each kiss different yet the same.

  “Let us taste you,” one whispers in my ear.

  “Let us have a taste,” one says against my lips.

  “Taste me,” I breathe.

  “Look at us first,” I hear a voice say. “Open your eyes.” I do. I see Rush between my legs. Caspian near my neck. Zeke and Slate on either side of me. “Tell us to taste you.” Rush licks my clit, his eyes still on mine. I groan. “Tell us,” he orders.

  “Taste me!” I all but scream.

  I see all their eyes turn dark, their fangs showing. Rush goes first, biting into my inner thigh; the pleasure soars through me. Caspian bites into my neck, Zeke and Slate bite into my breasts. They are drinking from me, the ecstasy that is flowing through me so indescribable. I feel their nails digging into me to keep me still. I feel my orgasm rising; I’m so close.

  I am holding my breath.

  Everything disappears when I hear a bang sounding over and over. I wake with a start, looking around the room and realize I was dreaming. I feel my neck and leg to see that I am fine.

  No fang marks.

  Why the hell would I dream something like that?

  The door soon opens, and all the band members walk in with concerned expressions. I pull the cover up even though the blanket is over me. My chest is rising and falling quite quickly.

  “Are you okay?” Caspian asks me. I can’t answer. I am looking at each of them, and all I can think about is my dream.

  “We heard you thrashing around,” Slate says, sitting at the bottom of the bed.

  “Say something girl,” Zeke chuckles.

  “I’m okay, bad dream.” It was a bad dream; it’s a dream I shouldn’t have had, especially about a band of vampires drinking from me. If they hadn’t woken me, would I have died in the dream? I probably would have woken myself up from the orgasm I’d have had.

  I feel my face flushing even more.

  I look at each of them, but it’s Rush who is smirking, like he can read what I’m thinking. Like he knows that I had a dirty dream.

  “You sure you’re okay?” Caspian looks at me.

  “She’s fine; like she said, just a bad dream.” Rush gives me a wink and my face goes warmer.

  “If you’re sure.” Caspian comes to my side, sitting next to me. All I can think about is him biting my neck. It’s a good thing he can’t read my mind.

  “I am.” He nods, standing back up and they all walk out except Rush, who stays behind.

  “Must have been some dream,” Rush says, looking into my eyes.

  “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

  “I’m sure you don’t, but there’s one thing I need to know.” He smiles.

  “And what’s that?”

  “Did I make a good showing?” An image of him between my legs flashes behind my eyes, and I feel like Rush can see right through me. “I take that as a yes; your heartbeat skipped a beat. We will need to swap dream stories some time.” He winks at me before leaving and closing the door.

  I lift the covers and groan when I realize that my underwear is soaked. I don’t have a spare with me. The only clothing I have is my skirt and blouse. I can’t go out there wearing no underwear.

  I look at the time and am shocked when I see it’s after five in the afternoon; I really must have been tired. That and the dream was too good to stop, my head rationalizes. I grab my towel and head to the bathroom. Luckily, the guys are nowhere near.

  I take a very hot shower, scrubbing each bit of me. After brushing my teeth, I open the door, looking both ways to make sure I don’t slam into anyone. It would be my luck is for my towel to drop.

  I get dressed, feeling so embarrassed that I am going commando. I need a brush of some sort and underwear. I need to ask the guys, and I swear there’s only so much humiliation I can take, but this needs to be done.

  I walk into the living area where all the guys are lazily lying on the couches. When they see me, they all sit up. Well, except for Rush.

  “Guys, I need to ask a favor.” I bite my lip. They all stare at me.

  “What favor?” Zeke asks.

  “Well, two…” I pause. “I kind of need a hairbrush or a comb.”

  “You can use mine,” Slate says, standing up. He comes back a moment later, handing me his comb. “What’s the next?”

  I look at the ground. “It’s a little embarrassing.”

  “Well, it’s not that time of the month,” Rush states. I look at him, my mouth hanging open. “We are vampires; we can tell. We notice if there’s any kind of blood nearby.”

  “That’s just gross and too much information.” Good thing I’m on the implant, and I don’t really get periods.

  “Just saying, petal.”

  “Well, as you know... It’s not that…” I start to play with my fingers.

  “It can’t be that bad,” Zeke chuckles.

  “I need to borrow some underwear.”

  “That’s not embarrassing. I know you had a shower and want to be all clean, but can’t you make do until we get your things?” Zeke asks. I would have done just that, but I had to be so turned on by my stupid dream.

  “I would, but I kind of got them wet,” I say weakly.

  Rush looks at me, giving me a knowing look, and I look away. “So you aren’t wearing anything right now?” Rush stands, walking over to me.

  “No, that’s why I’m asking.” I look up into his eyes.

  “Too bad we don’t wear them,” he says, smiling at me. I step to the side, so I can see the other band members.

  “You guys don’t wear underwear?” They all shake their heads.

  “Sorry petal, we just feel more comfortable not wearing them; I am sure you will be okay. We arrive at our next destination in an hour or so,” Slate explains.

  “Okay.” What else can I say? I can’t believe they don’t wear underwear. I’m always going to know that. Now I’m going to be hanging with them, all of us commando.

  How come so many dirty images are crossing my mind?

  “You can handle it until then, right petal?” Rush teases me.

  “Sure, I’m just going to chill in my room.” And call Emz. I all but run back to my room, closing the door and grabbing my phone. I dial Emz, and luckily, she answers right away. “I’m in deep trouble. I can’t do this,” I whine down the line.

  Chapter Six

  Ivory

  “Wait, hold on, what happened?”

  “Where do I start? Zeke walked in on me
in only my underwear; wearing only a shirt, I slammed into a shirtless Slate. Having a dirty dream of the band members feeling me up and biting me, to the point I almost came in my dream. And the very same band members came into my room, thinking I was in trouble. And Rush knows that I dreamed something I shouldn’t have. Oh and my underwear is soaked due to my dream, so I’m now going panty-less and find that the whole band goes commando.” I say in one big rush.

  “Holy shit, all that happened in one night? I thought you weren’t going to be on their bus?”

  “Yeah, so did I, but that bus had already left, so I had no choice, but they gave me the room though.”

  “How is the bus, is it big?”

  “It is actually… Emz, focus, I can’t do this. I am so ready to sleep with each of them that my body is screaming at them. I need to quit. It’s been one day, and I can’t hack it. Why did I think I could do this?”

  “Ivory, calm down. You took this job because you needed the money remember? You don’t want to give up your place. You just need to suck it up and pull up your grown-up panties, metaphorically, of course.”

  “I need to find something else. How can I do my job if thoughts of the band doing sexual things to me are entering my head?” I palm my face.

  “You are a woman, hanging with the hottest vampires in the world; they know you’re not going to be immune to their charm and good looks. Just try and not open your legs to them. You are just there to make sure they are good. And use your power to protect people if needed like you did last night at the meet and greet. That’s all you need to do; that’s your job. You can keep yourself a good distance away but close enough in case anything happens.”

  “Easier said than done.” I look up at the ceiling. “Okay, I will try, but I don’t see this working; two months is a very long time.”

  “Just get a vibrator. That will keep your girl boner at bay.”

  I burst out laughing. “I miss you already.”

  “I miss you too. Keep me posted on everything. Oh, and if you do sleep with any of them or all of them, please, please tell me,” she jokes.