Morning comes, and with it disappointment because I know this is over soon. Having Lexi in my arms, her holding me as if she can’t get close enough, is what I can only describe as a spiritually awakening experience. Sure, logically I know she was only attempting to stay warm. But until last night I’d never had a woman sleep in my bed, completely sober, with no sex involved. Before Lexi, I would have thought that was pure torture.
Only it wasn’t. And I didn’t even want to fuck her. I mean, I would have if she asked, but she wasn’t going to ask me. Besides, I was more focused on how her breath felt against my chest every time she exhaled, how her leg pressed against mine, the skin soft and smooth. How she felt like home to my wanderlust heart. If there was any way I could spend every night like this, with her wrapped in my arms, I would take the chance. Because she unlocked something I never knew I was capable of. I cared about her, cared for her, and I wanted more than to roll in the sheets with this woman.
I wanted her to be mine, and me to be hers.
It’s that frightening thought that has me sliding from her body and the warmth of my bed to gain some goddamn perspective. Pulling on a pair of sweats, I make my way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. I chug a bottle of water and grab an extra to take back to her before she wakes. She’ll probably want her toothbrush too, now that she’s feeling better. At least no fever. A quick peek inside her sleep cubbie and I can’t find it there. Her cell’s inside so I pull it from the charger. I’m not sure what else she’ll want and decide it’ll be easier to just ask.
The bus chugs along the miles of concrete while the landscape of green goes by in a blur. I’m not sure how far out we are from Baltimore, but we haven’t hit the city yet so I shoot off a quick text to Bedo before everyone wakes up and the craziness of preparing for another show begins. Creeping back down the hall I open the door to sneak back to Lexi.
“Hey. You’re up?” I’m surprised when I find her standing inside, the sheets wrapped around her like a cloak. “I brought you a water. How are you feeling?” I hand her the bottle and move back to the bed’s corner, taking a seat to get a grip on the nerves that bounce around inside my body. There’s a strangeness, an awkward feeling on my part, knowing we shared such an intimate but not sexual time, and I don’t know how to deal.
“Thanks for the water. I’m much better.” She doesn’t quite meet my eyes. She’s uncomfortable, too. “And thanks for last night.”
“But was it as good for you as it was for me?” I wink and stick out my tongue. Humor’s always my best defense.
“And he’s back!” She rolls her eyes, plopping on the bed with a sigh.
“I’ll be here all week, folks!” I laugh, stand up, and rummage through the dresser for a clean T-shirt. “You probably want something to wear, but I wasn’t sure where you have your stuff and everyone is still asleep out there. So . . .” I pull my lips into a grin when I come across one of our old band tees. “This will be huge on you.” I turn and toss it so she has to catch it. I’m a little disappointed she’s got that sheet secured under her arms. Of course, I already got a glimpse of her sexy panty and bra combo, but the enjoyment was tainted with real fear for how sick she was. It would be nice to get a better view today.
She holds up the shirt and shakes her head. “Oh, hell no. I am not wearing this!”
“What? It’s a shirt.”
She turns it around so I can read the front, as if I don’t know it says “I spent a night with Three Ugly Guys.” I’m the one who came up with the catchy slogan. “I’m not wearing this shit.” Her jaw locks in a stubborn glare.
“It’s not entirely untrue.”
“But if I put it on, it will burn away a piece of my soul. And self-respect.”
“Fine. Don’t wear it. But this belongs to me.” Faster than she can follow, I reach down to grab a fistful of the sheet she’s wearing, and yank.
“Fuck!” She springs off the bed and I get a clear view of the sexy pink undergarments before she tugs the shirt over her gorgeous body.
“It puts the 3UG band shirt on its skin . . .” I taunt, changing up the movie quote. She doesn’t think I’m funny. Or maybe she hates Silence of the Lambs.
“You are an asshole, you know that?” She twists the cap off the water bottle and gives me a glare before drinking.
“Come on. You don’t really think that,” I tease, pulling my buzzing phone from my pocket. “Good. Bedo’s got a doctor meeting us in Baltimore. I think you’re out of the woods now that your fever broke.”
“I’m fine. I don’t need a doctor.”
“Yeah, but better safe than sorry.”
“Trent. I don’t need it. I’m fine.”
“You weren’t fine last night.”
“How did I know you would throw that in my face? Is that why you were so nice? So you could hold it against me later?” She pushes off the bed, grabs her pillow and rushes to the door.
I back up and grip the handle so she can’t leave. “Lexi, none of this was a game. I want to take care of you. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”
She inhales sharply, as if my words hurt as much as a slap. “I’m not yours to take care of. I’m fine on my own. Okay?”
“No, not really. It’s good to have someone in your corner, Lex. It doesn’t make you weak or insignificant to accept help.”
“Let me out of your room. Now!”
“Jesus. Why are you making this a thing?” I pull open the door and let her pass, only because I know she can’t run far. We’re on a goddamn bus. I inhale and exhale a harsh breath while my gaze passes over the rumpled bedsheets. We didn’t do anything last night, but goddamn that was by far the most exposed I’ve ever been, or want to be, with a woman. Everything about Lexi is a contradiction, and as confusing and frustrating as she is, I still want more. Maybe, just maybe, she’s as frightened as me. Maybe she wants more, too.
I change my clothes and when I feel the bus slow, then stop and go again, I decide not to give her any more time. If she won’t be real and talk to me inside the bus, she sure as hell won’t once we get to the arena. I want her. That’s true. But does she return the sentiment? Slamming the door on my way out, I’m determined to unveil the answer.
A few steps into the living space and I’m already irritated. “What’s this?”
She sits at the kitchen table, fingers pinched together as her pen flies over the pages of her notebook. She doesn’t look up, doesn’t acknowledge my question, or give an indication she’s been up all night watching Disney movies snuggled at my side.
Sean rolls out of his bunk and starts brewing a pot of coffee. He holds up two mugs, an unspoken question.
I give him a nod of thanks and then turn back to my ice queen. “So, what? Now you’re ignoring me?”
Yep. She doesn’t even look up.
Austin chuckles from where he reclines into one of the chairs and powers on a video game. I’m not sure if his amusement comes from the game or Lexi’s stone wall, but I’d bet money on the latter.
“Lex, you want a cup?” She glances up from her writing with a sweet smile.
“I’d love one. Thanks, Sean.”
Well, fuck him and fuck her! And where does he get off shortening her name to Lex? She hates that. Sean fills my cup first and I grip it in my hands, trying to make sense of where this perfect morning took a wrong turn.
Austin drops his controller on his seat and comes over to pour himself a cup. He nods at me before joining Lexi on the long bench side of the table. “You look so much better. How’s the cough?” he says.
“Better. I’m sorry if I kept you up last night.”
“No, worries. I slept in. We all did. I’m just glad you’re feeling good.”
“What the fuck is this?” I can’t help but interrupt everyone’s morning pleasantries. It’s as though I’ve walked into some alternate universe where Lexi is nice to everyone but me.
“What?” Sean lifts his brow with a smirk before taking a sip of coffee.
Lexi burrows her head in her notebook again.
“So, now you’re not gonna talk to me but you’ll talk to these fuckers?”
“I take offense to that,” Austin says, though it’s plain he doesn’t in the slightest. I flip him the bird which only causes him to laugh.
“I’m writing.” Lexi purses her lips, those fucking lips, and doesn’t even meet my eyes. “Unless you have official band business to discuss, I’m busy.”
“Oh! Ha! So that’s how it’s going to be . . . Now that . . . After . . .” I stumble over my words and now I have everyone’s concerned stares directed my way. Well, fuck that. I turn to stomp back to my room but Austin calls me back to the table.
“Actually, we have one item of business that needs attention. Today marks the one third mark of the trip . . . You know what that means?”
Wing Challenge.
“What? What does that mean? We make some sort of sacrifice? I nominate Trent!” Lexi grins.
“Not exactly.” Sean smiles back. “I hope you’re ready, because we’re holding a wing challenge as soon we hit the city.”
“Wait. No. I thought we were each taking a turn at the room. Lexi doesn’t get to play,” I say.
“Hell, I don’t. Explain.” She points at Sean.
“Winner gets the private room for the next four weeks.”
“Oh, hells yeah, I’m in.” She lifts her hand and he gives her five.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea. You’re just starting to feel better,” I say.
“I’m sorry. When did you start making decisions for me?” She blinks up at me and tilts her head with challenge. So damn stubborn. Like she didn’t spend the night sick as a dog.
“I’m just saying, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“You just don’t want me to have the room, that’s it?”
“No! Fuck, that’s not what I’m saying. Fine. You wanna play? Let’s play.” The city high-rises are still a few miles off as our driver slows for traffic, but I thumb through my phone and smile when I find the reviews on a place within walking distance from the arena. “Screamin’ Lickin’ Chicken will be awaiting your smart mouth. I hope you can handle the heat.”
“You sure talk a lot of shit for someone not eating,” she says all smug.
My brows arch from behind my phone and I shake my head. “I’m out of the running. I already won once.”
“Sounds like a bitch excuse.”
Cackles and a chorus of oohhs come from the guys, but my competitive nature only jumps at the smack she’s talking.
“If these guys let me back in the running, I’d outeat you. Easy. There’s no way a little w—” The daggers from her eyes cause me to pause and restructure my retort. “Person such as yourself can beat me in a wing eating contest.”
She only looks to Sean and lifts her brows.
“I say yes.” He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Fine.” Austin blows out a breath and sips his drink.
Lexi slams her notebook shut with a grin. “It’s on, T. I’m gonna sleep so damn good on that bed tonight.”
“Hope you’re ready to put your money where your mouth is, Marx. You talk a big game for someone who can’t reach the top shelf.” I lean over the table, my knuckles pushing into the top, but it doesn’t intimidate her. No, she only laughs.
“The only thing you’ll be eating is your words, Donavan.” She glares me down, the hint of a smile on her plump, perfect lips. Fuck, I wish I could taste those instead of cayenne pepper wings.
“Oh, my God, would you two just fuck already?” Austin shouts and his words are like a slap to my face. Am I that obvious? A love-sick puppy pining over a woman who won’t sleep with me unless she’s weakened by sickness, and then it’s only to snuggle.
I’m so fucked.
“And why exactly would I want to do that?” She responds all sass and eye rolls. I’m extra fucked up because her eye rolling is starting to turn me on.
Austin sets down his coffee and considers her question with a cocky lift to his lips. “For one thing, you’d feel better. Happier. Maybe you wouldn’t be such a bitch if you were getting some.”
That’s it. I’m so tired of his bullshit. Anger flares from inside and I’m ready to punch my own friend in his fucking face. He doesn’t get to disrespect her like that.
Lexi meets my gaze, and extinguishes my thoughts of murder with a mere tilt of her chin, patting the empty spot to her left until I sit down beside her. Her voice is light and teasing. “Right. Because Trent has a magical dick.”
If only she really believed that.
Sean snickers. “Some have said it’s got the Midas touch.”
“I think I’ve heard that rumor.” Lex purses her lips and squints as if she’s trying to recall the answer to a complicated test. She knows exactly how to diffuse the situation, how to handle herself amongst a bus full of assholes, and my respect for her grows even more.
“Does that mean he can turn pussy to gold?” Austin slaps his leg and lets loose a boisterous laugh.
“I’ll pass,” Lexi says to Austin. She waves a hand and then settles back against the bench. Her knee brushes my leg and my dick hardens in response. God damn. I’m worse than my former teenage self. “My pussy’s a treasure without Trent’s rod going anywhere near it.”
Oh, fuck me.
“I have no doubt,” I mutter under my breath while the guys continue to laugh. Iz finally rouses from his bunk, his years of drug use the only explanation for being able to sleep through our rowdiness. He mutters a greeting on his way to the bathroom.
“Dude, Lexi. You’re the fucking best.” Austin holds his fist to Lexi and she bumps it with her own. “I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into with this wing challenge. The private room is worth a lot, but you need to remember what goes in hot, comes out hot.”
“Oh, Austin, you don’t think I’m scared of a little ass play, do you?”
The table goes completely silent as we each regard her with wide eyes, and maybe a hint of admiration. The silence stretches until she bursts into laughter.
“Totally fucking with you.” She rolls her eyes before winking. “Maybe.”
Dear God, I call mercy. This woman will be the death of me.