Knock, knock!
My eyes flicked open at the sound, and the first thing I saw was Jake’s chest. He held me wrapped up tight against him, his breath whistling in my ear.
Knock, knock, knock!
Jake groaned, his fingers ruffling my hair, his mouth seeking mine before he opened his eyes. I stared wide eyed into the kiss, feeling the rush—no, the glow of what had happened still in my heart. But running wasn’t going to help, so I leaned into it, nipping at his lips until he woke up completely, kissing me back hungrily, needing what I needed, more of a taste.
Knock, knock, knock!
“Who the fuck is that?” Jake grumbled, pulling away to look at the door. “I should tell them to fuck off. Fuck off!”
“Jake?” came a muffled reply. The door opened on a worried looking Lucas, who stopped midway through the door when he saw the two of us. “Fuck, sorry. I didn’t know where you’d got to and…”
His voice trailed away, or my ability to focus on it did. Jake’s lips found mine again, sucking hungry things that grabbed my attention and held it. He grinned when he felt that, thrusting his tongue down my throat moments later.
“Jake…” I panted between kisses, but he wasn’t having that, pushing the advantage. “Jake, Luc’s here.”
“Get out of the doorway,” he told his bandmate. “I’m not sharing this with randos walking up and down the hallway. Get in here and shut the fucking door.”
I was surprised to see Luc do just that, then looked over my shoulder to see the bed behind me was empty.
“Missing something big, tall, and handsome?” Jake asked. “Pretty sure Luc’d sub in if you’ve a need.”
“He’s waiting, taking things slow.”
“More fucking fool him. I’m taking things fast. Fast as I can get it.” He made me laugh as he peppered my face and neck with kisses, but that fell away when his teeth dug into muscle, his lips around skin, suckling lightly. “Gonna mark you black and blue as mine.”
He hung there for a moment, looking up at me with the wary eyes of a cat, something that only dissipated when I bared my neck to him. I’d never really done the hickey thing at school, thought the whole thing was crass, thanks to Mum and Dad, which was helpful as no one offered to give me one. Jake gave a little growl before launching himself at me, sucking the skin of my neck harder and harder, thrusting his cock against my hip.
“Look, I’ll leave you to it,” Luc broke in. He looked blindsided, standing there, fully clothed at the end of the bed. “Billy found what looks like a Hendrix replica Strat, and there’s a bunch of other instruments in the consort rooms. We were gonna jam and—”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“I’m bringing Kira. She stays for as long as she wants as far as I’m concerned, but yeah, something’s been ticking in here.” One long finger tapped out an erratic beat on his chest, then Jake frowned. “Say it again, Kira.”
I swallowed, trying to get around the lump that had just formed in my throat, my eyes darting between the two of them. I didn’t want to. It felt weird and dramatic, saying so in front of other people, but when Jake’s eyes returned to me, I knew I had to.
“I love you, Jake.”
“Love you too.”
He smiled at that, the tapping starting again, his other hand reaching for mine and placing it over his heart. Just like I had with Aen, I felt his heartbeat and the beat he rapped out, twin beats.
“I need a shower,” I said, feeling how soggy I was between the thighs. “Should see where Mark’s gone. God, he might have gotten lost here.”
“Wash.” Jake bounced off the bed. “I’ll find him. Billy’s room, right?”
“Yeah, but…” Luc tried to engage him, but Jake ducked into what appeared to be a dressing room on the other side, emerging not long afterwards in a clean pair of blue jeans and a white T-shirt. He scrambled onto the bed again, kissing me on the forehead and both cheeks and once on the lips.
“Gotta go. I’ll find Mark, you watch us play, OK?”
I didn’t get a chance to reply as he bounced back off the bed and back out of the door.
“He…” Luc said. “I haven’t seen him like that for a long time.”
I dragged a sheet over my body, belatedly realising I was naked and covered with other men’s cum.
“Is that good or bad?”
“Good. It’s when he’s like that our best stuff comes. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“Pretty much no one can make me do shit anymore, but I will if you want.”
I slipped off the bed, something he watched intently.
“And I’m sure you shouldn’t be asking me what I want right now.”
“So you don’t want a shower as well?” I said, loosening my hold on the fabric.
“No, but I’ll watch you wash every damn inch, because apparently, Jake’s now got game and I’m the masochist.”
I snorted at that. “Right this way then.”
So how did avatars get anything done? I thought. Like with six consorts, how did anyone get out of bed? Luc padded after me into the massive bathroom, an orgy sized shower running along the left-hand side. A chair had appeared off to the right, and he took a seat with a smirk, looking all the while like a punter waiting for a lap dance. He gestured with a hand to lose the sheet that I’d dragged in with me like some kind of bizarre bridal train. I shrugged, and it fell to the floor as I opened the glass door and stepped into the shower. I waited for the water to warm up and then got under the stream.
We were separated by a wall. A transparent one, yeah, but still, there was a barrier between us, so why did it feel like there wasn’t? I rubbed the soap over me in brisk circles, not wanting to play this up or anything, but Luc’s eyes burned through the glass, crackling with silver light. The bar slowed when he got to his feet, when his hand went to the door, when he stood in the open doorway. It felt like his gaze pushed the soap lower, scrubbing at my pubic hair. My eyes jerked up as his hands went to the doorframe, hanging there, hands wrapped tight around the metal frame.
“Remind me why I’m not naked and in there with you?”
“Can’t. Don’t quite know why myself,” I replied.
“I’m trying to do things right, Kira.” I slid the soap down my thighs in answer. “I didn’t spend time with you like the others did on the bus. I avoided you. Was a fucking prick.”
“Well, we agree on something then.”
“So I want something. Something that’ll last. I can’t fall back on being a consort or some kind of fated mate.”
He disappeared from sight as I tipped my head back, letting the water rush over me, washing away the soap, Jake, Mark, until there was just me.
And Luc.
I switched off the water and stepped closer to him, stopping only when my wet fingers slid under the hem of his shirt.
“Nope, you’re the one I choose. This is good. Choice is hot.” I went up on tiptoes and just brushed my lips against his, pulling away when he started to growl. He pushed away from the door abruptly, stepping back to let me out, pacing as I dried myself off. “You can’t blame me for teasing you a little bit.”