With the Band (With the Band #1)

I squirm against the intense pulsing and close my eyes. “Kitt, please.” I’m so turned on that I’m actually uncomfortable. I need him, his mouth, his fingers again—anything—right now.

His chest vibrates against mine, like he’s laughing, but he doesn’t make a sound, probably because he’s busy taking my hardened nipple into his mouth.

“Relax. I’m going to take care of you now.”

He pushes himself inside me, and my eyes roll back.





I’m still flushed when I meet Peyton for breakfast, and her smile tells me she’s noticed.

“Really? You’re giving me that look?”

“No judgement, remember?” she says before taking a sip of her coffee.

She’s already poured me a large mug, and I waste no time. Morning sex with Kitt is my preferred way of waking up properly, but you can’t beat coffee either.

“I’m not. I don’t really understand how you go from never to one-nighter though. And I get that you want to take charge, and it’s your body, yada, yada, yada, but huh?”

“Cooper is gorgeous and his body…” She pretends to fan her face.

“No, I get it. He is a beautiful man with a body carved from sin itself, but I’ve never gone ahead and slept with him.”

“That’s because you’ve been in love with Kitt since forever.”

I’ll give her that.

“As long as you know what you’re doing, Pey.”

“I do.”

She doesn’t.

“And that is?”

“Sex. We had sex, and that’s it. Don’t get me wrong, he was unbelievable, and I don’t regret it, but I do know that I don’t want a casual fling. It’s not for me, especially since I no longer get much of a private life. Plus, doing something so intimate with Cooper more than once is a surefire way to get your heart broken. Doesn’t really appeal.”

“So, you just had sex once?”

She blushes and half hides her face by taking a longer sip of coffee.

“Oh my God, Pey, how many times?”

“Four,” Cooper says proudly, sitting down beside Peyton.

Bloody hell, where did he come from?

My blushing bestie looks away and closes her eyes.

Because I’m her best friend, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this. “Good morning, Cooper.”

He flashes me a grin and throws his arm over the back of Peyton’s chair. “Good morning indeed, Texas. How did you sleep?”

From the look in his eyes, I know he’s spoken to Kitt already. Cooper knows.

“I didn’t sleep much, Coop. Too busy having hot sex. I hear you were in a similar situation.”

Peyton groans and gives me a hard stare. I don’t even care. She would so do the same thing.

“Had a hot chick riding me like a cowgirl all night.”

“All right,” Peyton snaps. “We are not talking about this.”

“Well, you might not, but Tex and I are.”

“You really should have considered whom you were sleeping with before,” I add, pouring some coffee into Cooper’s mug.

“I’ll remember that next time—if there were going to be a next time.”

“We did agree on one night, but I’d change my shagging rule if you wanted to go again,” Cooper says, leaning a little more toward her.

He’s very much in her personal space now, but she straightens her spine, not letting him get to her.

“No, thank you. I won’t be needing a repeat.”

She smiles victoriously, but I know it’s far too premature to think she’s won against him just yet. This is Jack Cooper.

“Of course you don’t need a repeat. You proved many times that I worked you over good and proper. I have scratch and bite marks to prove it.”

And there we go.

She turns to me. “How do you put up with him?”

“I tend not to sleep with him.”

Cooper laughs and looks back to Pey, waiting.

“I hate you both.”

“You didn’t hate me a couple of hours ago,” he brags.

“Yes, I did. It was a pity shag.”

Coop shrugs it off. “I got sex. I don’t care.”

Yep, he rarely loses.

“Anyway,” he says before draining his coffee all at once, “I’ll leave you to talk about my outstanding performance in the bedroom. Kitt wants us to go over a song he wrote for the new album.”

They’ve not even finished the tour for this one yet, and Kitt is working on the next. He’s never not thinking, never not typing lyrics on his phone or scribbling them in a notebook—except when he’s in bed with me.

“Bye, Coop.”

He gives me a wink and wiggles his eyebrows at Peyton before heading toward the lifts.

“That was interesting.”

Peyton glares. “For you maybe.”

“You knew the guy before. The gloating can’t be a surprise.”

“Ugh, I know. Seriously, the next guy I sleep with is going to be my husband. I’m never having casual again. I’m done with it.”

“Yeah, right.” I roll my eyes.

“I’m not kidding. I’m a born-again virgin. Sex just leads to having people like Cooper talking about the marks you leave behind. It should be more than that.”

“I’ll bet you five hundred grand that you’ll give in to Coop again.”

Her blonde eyebrows shoot up. “I’ll take that bet, my friend.”

Either way, it’ll be worth it.