Chapter Two
Phoenix
We’ve been on the road two hours now, but Harlow still hasn’t come out from her bunk to join us. Who knows if she’s still napping. I know I was somewhat of an insensitive douche earlier, but I had to set the tone. If she had any doubts about things remaining between us or rekindling what we had, I had to nip that shit in the bud. I’m not going back to being that man she once knew. She wanted to join us so she will have to get used to seeing me fuck other bitches.
The guys are already drinking beers to celebrate our new beginning. Even Lily has a beer. She’s sitting on Asher’s lap, and it’s pretty evident that he’s pussy-whipped. There will be no groupie ass for him—oh well, more for me. They’re being so loud, nobody notices when Harlow comes into the room, wiping her eyes. Holy fuck! My dick stands at complete attention in a nanosecond. She’s wearing some skimpy fucking black gym shorts that barely cover the bottom of her ass cheeks. With her arms raised to wipe the sleep from her eyes, a hint of silver jewelry sparkles from her navel. When the fuck did she get that?
“You guys are loud,” she says groggily. You can hear a pin drop now. Except for Asher, I know every motherfucker in here just popped a boner. That petite waist and curvaceous ass are beckoning me to pull her in that room and be the first to christen that fucking bed.
“Uh, Harlow. Where are your clothes, princess?” Asher is trying to be sweet about it, but I know he can see the lust in our eyes. I hate that they’re seeing what I’m seeing, but she’s not mine.
“Hush, Asher. These are clothes,” she says, pulling her tank back down over her belly. Only now, her fucking tits bulge over the top, and I can’t say shit.
“I’m going to go ask Stewart how far we are from the next town. I’m starving,” I say as an excuse to get the hell away from her. I’m starving, all right. I want to suck and tease those fucking tits of hers while I pound the shit out of her. Seems my dick hasn’t gotten the memo that her three-fuck limit is more than over. I get up and excuse myself after I get my dick under control.
“Tell him we want pizza!” I hear Ren shout behind me.
If they wanted pizza, they should have talked to Stewart. I need to get back on my meal plan. We need to get groceries on this bus. These shitheads are not going to make me fuck off my diet. No, I’ll be cooking tonight. Stewart agrees to stop within an hour in Mississippi.
“So are we getting pizza?” Killian asks from the card table when I get back. I can barely concentrate, though. Harlow is sitting on the sofa directly across from where I was initially sitting. She has one leg resting on the floor and the other resting on the sofa. I can see up her shorts. The crease where her pussy and leg meet is fucking taunting me. I can almost see the outline. She sees me looking and puts the other leg on the sofa so I can get a perfect impression of her pussy lips through her flimsy ass shorts.
Thank God the guys don’t notice. They’ve all headed to the table to play Spades. Harlow is playing a dangerous game with me. There’s no way in hell she doesn’t know what she’s doing. This is not the same shy girl I met in the fall. She got her belly button pierced, she’s wearing skimpy as fuck clothes, and she is willingly showing me her pussy? Who the hell is this woman who boarded this bus with us? I don’t know how to feel about this change. I know it’s no longer my concern, but fuck, fuck, fuck!
“What the hell, man? Are we getting pizza or not?” Killian yells across the room.
“Uh, no,” I say, trying to regain my wits. “We’re going to stop at a grocery store so we don’t have to keep stopping for food. I’ll cook tonight.”
“Ah, hell. We’re going to be stuck on this bus with Phoenix’s healthy ass food,” Asher teases. The guys let out a collective groan, and Lily giggles.
“Shut up, asswipes. How long have I been enduring the shit you all call food? Keep it up, and I won’t buy alcohol either. We can all start fresh.” I know they would never go for that, but it’s fun to watch them shoot me the finger.
“Harlow and I will eat healthy with you, won’t we, Harlow?” Lily laughs even harder. “We have to watch our girlish figures,” she continues. Harlow gives me a thumbs-up. I know Lily is only joking since neither of them has issues in that department. Hell, I’m watching Harlow’s figure right now.
“Baby, you are perfect just the way you are,” Asher says to Lily. We all make gagging noises except Harlow.
The bus starts to slow, so I look out the window and see we’re pulling into the lot of a grocery store. Harlow follows my gaze and then jumps up.
“I’ll grab my flip-flops,” she announces. “I’m coming in too. I have a few things I forgot to get.”
“You need more than shoes if you’re fucking coming into the store with me,” I growl. I’m not going to watch the whole store ogle her ass.
“You’re not the boss of me, Phoenix,” she smarts off.
“Fine! Stay on the bus then.” I don’t have time for this shit. As soon as the bus comes to a complete stop, I’m out. I head straight back to the meat department. Shit, I forgot the list I made. Harlow is already driving me crazy. I pick through a few packs of chicken breast until I find the ones I want. I hate shopping in stores that I’m unfamiliar with because I hate searching for shit. My shit is always on the outer aisles since I eat fresh, but it’s hell searching for the shit I know the guys like. I run into Killian in the frozen food section.
“What? I’m getting the frozen pizza.” He chuckles. “Everybody got off because they all had something they needed to get. I think it’s disorganized as fuck, but nobody made a list, so whatever.” I keep quiet about my list. He said everybody got off the bus, so that means Harlow is around here somewhere in those fuck-me shorts.
I don’t have to wonder long. My trip to find the shampoo has me in direct line of sight of her bending over to read a bottle of Nexxus. Before she knows it, I’m on her. I spin her so that her back is against the shelves. Several bottles of shampoo topple over, but I don’t give a shit.
“What the fuck are you trying to do to me, Harlow?” My hands grip her thighs. That’s not where they want to be, though.
“I’m not trying to do shit to you,” she says breathily. “Get off me.” She’s spitting mad, yet she doesn’t do a very good job of trying to convince me she wants me to let her go. My hands curve around her ass as I pull her into me. I want her to feel how hard she is making my dick. Maybe I should just fuck her once to stave off the itch.
“Why did you show me your pussy on the bus then? Why are you being a cock tease if you’re not dying for me to fuck you?” Her chest heaves, and I watch her tits rub against me. I want to slide my fingers inside her shorts and feel just how wet she is for me. My mouth is inches from hers now. I just need a taste.
“I thought I was putting on a show for Sevyn,” she whispers against my lips. I fucking freeze. It’s like she’s just thrown a bucket of ice water on me. That was a low blow. One I didn’t think she was capable of.