“Hmm?”
“Don’t give up on us. Now that I know what it’s like, I can’t go back to before you.”
“You’ll never have to go back to before me. Not ever.”
TEXAS
FRIDAY, MAY 29
COPENHAGEN, DENMARK
Everyone has gone to bed, but I can’t sleep. I watch the rain hit the window and drizzle down the glass. Today has been one of the crappiest so far. Dad hasn’t looked at me since our conversation, and Kitt has kept a respectful distance.
“What are you doing up?”
My heart jumps at the sound of Kitt’s sleep-filled voice.
“Couldn’t drift off,” I reply, not even bothering to look at him.
He sits down on the other side of the table and takes a sip from my freshly made coffee. The only thing he’s wearing is a pair of sweatpants. I want to leap over the table dividing us, run my tongue over his chest and the sexy tattoo that runs over his right bicep and shoulder, and then have more wild sex—this time, in the bus.
“He’ll calm down in couple of days. Guess seeing your daughter getting screwed against your tour bus kinda pisses you off.”
I manage a smile. “You put it so tastefully. Technically, he didn’t see anything though.”
He shrugs one of his muscular shoulders. “I still think it’s hot. Hank’s sending me a copy.”
My jaw falls on the table, and Kitt laughs.
“Uh-oh. If Mark catches you two porn stars out here…” Cooper says with the biggest, toothiest smile I have ever seen. He’s loving this, of course.
“Not very good porn stars. You couldn’t see anything,” I reply, giving him the finger.
“Speak for yourself. I saw a lot,” Kitt says, making me want to punch him.
I ignore him and focus on Coop. “No one would pay for porn you can’t see.”
“Unfortunately—or not—you could hear everything.”
What the hell? My eyes pop out of my head.
Coop bursts out laughing. “Kidding!”
“I hate you, Cooper,” I snap.
“Good thing really. Don’t think your dad would have liked hearing you beg me to go harder,” Kitt jokes.
I throw a pen at him, wishing it were a bloody knife. It was all I had. He’s still holding my coffee.
“Hmm, maybe if you weren’t such a little girl in bed, I wouldn’t have to tell you how to do it.”
“Ou,” Coop says, laughing again. “That had to hurt, man.”
Kitt raises his eyebrows. “Not really. I remember her moaning my name, and I still have the scratch marks on my shoulders to prove there was nothing girlie about it.”
Coop smirks in my direction, and I want to throw them both out the window.
“Loved it, did ya?” Coop asks me.
“She did,” Kitt confirms.
Do I even need to be present for this conversation? I hold my hand out. “Coffee.”
Kitt’s smirk rivals Cooper’s as he hands me my drink back.
“You both suck,” I say.
Coop sits beside me. “Hmm…but do you?”
I have nothing left to throw besides my coffee, but if I’m going to have to deal with them, I need it. Turns out I didn’t need anything to throw because Kitt chucks the pen I launched at him at Coop.
Ha.
Coop easily catches it, shaking his head and laughing. “So, what are you two doing now?”
“Sitting at the table with you,” I reply.
“We’re doing nothing, mate, so get your head out of the gutter.”
Coop looks disappointed. “No more bang-bang?”
Kitt rolls his eyes. “No, no more bang-bang. Not until Mark gets his head around this. Or we’re home. Or in a hotel.”
Basically, no more bus sex.
“It’ll be interesting, watching you two handle no shagging.”
“We have some control,” I mutter defensively. Why does everyone think I’m a slut who can’t help herself? I love Kitt. It’s not as if he’s some random guy. He’s the guy I trust with my life.
“Mmhmm,” Cooper chants. “Well, first, it didn’t look like you had much control on the big screen. And, second, now that you’re having scratchy-back sex, you’re gonna want it more and more. I mean, come on, how close are you to asking me to watch Mark’s door like a hawk, so you two can get down to round two?”
I fold my arms. “I’m not.”
Kitt smirks. “Bull. Unlike little Miss Liar over there, I would take her on this table in a heartbeat.”
“Thank you. Just what every girl loves to hear,” I reply sarcastically even though my body heats up at the thought. I need to get out of here before I say or do something I’ll regret. “Cooper, can you let me up? I’m suddenly tired.”
Again, Kitt smirks. “Your room is the first place he’s going to check, Tex.”
“The only action you’re getting tonight is from your hand.” And with that, I leave the kitchen area and make my way to my smaller-than-a-prison-cell room. Arsehole.
In the morning, everyone but Dad is out. Filthy Sound is in the arena, and I’ve no idea where the rest have been banished to.