Saxon(33)

I kiss the man.

The last six weeks have been full of phone calls, video calls, and text messages.

While Saxon does give good phone sex, I missed him so much. Just being around him. The way he always watches me, taking in every little detail of every little thing I do, or the way he always listens to what I have to say—even if I’m talking complete shit, like bitching about my receptionist.

Okay I’m not going to lie—I missed the sex too.

I missed everything about him.

Great. I’m turning into a f*cking Hallmark card.

“I missed you too,” I say against his lips, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling him closer to me.

A throat is cleared. “Last time I’m picking you up, cuz.”

A giggle escapes my mouth. “Sorry Jet.”

I take Saxon’s hand in mine and lean my head on his shoulder. “So what’s the sleeping arrangements on the bus?”

“There are two separate rooms and the rest all have to sleep on bunks.”

I lift my head. “We get a room, right?”

However, at this point, I might do him with people watching and not care.

He grins. “I slept in a bunk this whole time and told everyone that we get the room for as long as you’re here.”

“Who slept in the room before?” I ask, feeling curious.

He glances at Jet.

“Jet Crawford! You better have been alone in that room!” I call out.

Jet laughs. “Coming from someone who was about to have sex in front of me a second ago.”

I narrow my eyes. “I’m older than you. You’re still a baby.”

“I’m twenty-one,” he replies on a sigh.

“Yeah—but I’ll still kick your ass, so shut up!”

He does.

Saxon shakes his head at me.

“What?” I ask, shrugging. “It’s hard being an elder cousin. You have to keep all of them in line.”

He leans over me, gently pushing me back on the seat. “You’re hot when you get bossy, you know that?”

I bite my bottom lip and say, “You think everything is hot.”

“I think everything you do is hot,” he clarifies.

“Someone please just f*cking kill me,” Jet mutters from the front.

Saxon and I both start laughing.

And then we start kissing—which is better than laughter, but only by a tiny bit.

Laughing with him is almost as good.

*****

The scene on the bus is a hilarious one. Ryder is lying on the couch, a blanket pulled up to his neck, while Lexi feeds him soup. Kidd is sitting there, staring at them in disgusted amusement, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.

Where did he pull that body from?

Saxon looks down at me and sees me checking out his brother.

“He’s gay,” he grits out, narrowing his eyes on me.

I look back at Kidd, who smirks at me. “Thanks for keeping that a secret bro.”

Saxon looks at his brother. “Oh please, everyone knows now. You officially came out.”

I raise my hand in the air. “I didn’t know. But it does explain a few things.”

Kidd’s lip quirks. “You have the memory of an elephant.”

A few year ago, I asked Kidd if he wanted to take me back to my house and f*ck me.

He said no.

Of course I’d remember that, it was the one and only time I’ve been turned down since I was fourteen and asked Derek Samson out.

He was seventeen and said no.

Good times.

“Wait a minute,” I say. “Did you just call me an elephant?”

“Hello to you too Tenielle,” Lexi calls out dryly.

“Hello Ryder and Lexi and anyone else who couldn’t be bothered to come get me from the airport,” I call out, sending my best friend a look.

Lexi rolls her eyes and points to Ryder, who is covering his eyes with his arm and groaning.

Saxon shuffles me further into the bus, and I take a seat on a couch—the one that isn’t infected with Ryder. “Back to the elephant comment.”

Kidd laughs. “I just meant that you have a good memory. And do you really want to talk about that night?”

“What night?” Saxon growls.

All heads suddenly turn my way.

“I have nothing to hide, it’s not like Saxon and I were together,” I say, lifting my chin up.

A jaw ticks in my man’s cheek. “If you tell me you f*cked my girl, you will be going to the show tomorrow with a broken appendage.”

I look down at his crotch.

Kidd cringes. “Calm down, nothing happened.”

And now I know why. He isn’t into women.

“I asked him to come home with me one night, and he said no. It was years ago, might I add.”

I watch as Saxon gets angry.

His face goes a little red and his fists clench and open a few times.

I can feel a man tantrum coming on.

A mantrum, ha!

He lifts me up, throws me over his shoulder, carries me into a small room, and slams the door shut.

Then he locks it.

He lays me down on the bed, then lifts off his shirt.

I gulp.





Chapter Twenty Two

Saxon

I feel pissed over the fact that Tee wanted my brother, even if it was just for one night, but I know that I shouldn’t be angry.