Page 58 of Killer Notes

“No… Yes—but that’s not the point. Can’t you two be a little more discreet?”

“Yeah, like you’re discreet when jacking off,” I snort. “The whole damn condo can hear you blow a nut.”

“Leave my dick and nuts out of this.” Connor pulls me in for a hug. “At least you’re not moping anymore.”

“Fuck you.” I push him away with a weak effort.

“What’s going on?”

We both spin and find Tobias looking at us like we’re kindergarteners.

“Do me a favor, big guy.” Connor releases me and steps up to Tobias, tapping his biceps. “Next time, put a muzzle on my friend here before you two fuck around. None of us wants to hear the loud moaning and screaming.”

“We did none of that,” I defend. “Unless your fat head was plastered to the walls and you were listening to us.”

“Whatever.” Connor stalks off, giving me the finger.

I glance up at Tobias, who’s watching me with such ferocity and hunger in his eyes that my dick takes notice and my asshole clenches. His intense stare leaves me quite breathless.

“Were we that loud?” I ask, feeling only slightly guilty.

“No. Not at all.” He’s lying right through his teeth. I screamed out his name like a banshee.

Then Tobias frowns. “I need to talk to you about the festival.”

“Is that what we’re calling it these days?” Connor shouts out from living area.

“Shut up,” I hear Bobby, Raef, and Callum say at the same time.

I bust out laughing, before tugging Tobias into the room. “I should—”

My words are cut off the second the door slides shut and Tobias’s mouth slams onto mine. I’m not going to deny this man anything he wants, or needs. I wrap my arms around his middle and smash our bodies together, using my tongue to give him the mouth fucking he deserves.

Minutes go by before we come up for air.

“I need you,” I say against his lips.

“I’m not sure…”

Kiss. “I am,” I whisper. “They won’t hear us.”

“Danny,” Tobias whispers back, then nips at my bottom lip. “I want to—boy, do I want to, but the last thing either of us wants is your bandmates storming in here while we’re latched at the hips.”

The bus abruptly stops, jolting us sideways onto the bed.

“What the—did we hit something? Is that why the bus stopped like that?”

“Stay here, and lock the door.” Tobias quickly stands and leaves the room.

I want to sayNo, I’m coming with you, but a trickle of fear has me staying put.

A good ten minutes passes before I’m tired of waiting to hear why we stopped.

I make my way to the front of the bus, where the driver, Hal, is frantically rubbing the back of his neck and sweating profusely.

“Hal?”

He startles, then turns to me, his face pale and his eyes full of weary shock. “Danny.”