first reporter to ever go on the road with Always Rayne.”
I roll my eyes at him. “That makes me feel a whole lot better.”
“I aim to please,” he teases.
The sounds of laughter are coming from the other room. We both turn towards to door. “The guys must be here.”
I can feel myself getting nervous again.
“Ready to meet them?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
As I follow Nic into the living room, I can feel three sets of eyes on me. Leo, Xander and a dark-haired girl I’ve never seen before.
“Leo, this is our reporter, Harper Leigh. Harper, this is Leo D onovan.”
I shake Leo’s hand. It feels rough. I assume it’s from playing the gu itar so much. Brooke was right when she said Leo is sexy. He’s not quite as tall as Nic and Xander but he’s muscular. He’s also heavily tattooed. He’s got dark hair that almost looks like its dyed black and coal dark eyes to match.
“And this is Xander Donovan.”
Xander smiles and puts out a hand. I shake his as well. He is taller than his brother, even a little bit taller than Nic, but he’s not quite as built. His frame is more like a runner’s body. He’s got light brown hair and stunning hazel eyes that look almost more catlike than human.
“And this is Raven Woods,” Nic announces.
The girl looks about my age, mid-twenties, but that’s where any sim ilarity ends. She’s model tall, rail thin and everything about her is dark. She’s got jet black hair that’s long and straight with deep, dark eyes. Raven is a fitting name for her.
Raven is looking at me like I’m a dead bird the cat just dragged into the house. Her nose is scrunched up and her face doesn’t hide her complete disgust for me.
“Raven, this is Harper. Our journalist.” Nic is frowning at Raven like he’s not pleased with her attitude. She gives him a look like she doesn’t care.
I extend a hand for her to shake but she just stares at it like it’s di seased.
“Raven sleeps with the band.”
I blink a few times and shake my head because I’m not sure I heard the words correctly. Did Nic just say that she sleeps with the band? Like all of them?
“I’m sorry. What was that?”
Nic gives me a smug little smile. I hate that smile even more than I hate the ones that his fans love so much. I actually want to slap it right off his smug face.
This time he speaks slo wly and loudly like I’m a three-year-old. “Raven sleeps with the band.”
“All of you?” I squeak out before I have a chance to censor myself.
Raven just laughs like I’m a complete moron. Maybe I am. This—lifestyle—is all new to me.
“All of us,” Nic assures me.
“At the same time?” Now I’m sure I sound like a complete idiot. I’ve read about ménage but it’s not something I ever thought about happening in real life.
“Sometimes,” he states matter-of-factly.
Raven looks me up and down. “Whatever the guys want. I’m along for the ride.”
I can feel my face getting hot and I’m sure I’m turning completely red again. It’s already becoming a habit and we’re not even on the road yet. Where is that giant rock for me to crawl under when I need it?
“Okay, then,” I mutter. “Maybe I’d better get back to my bedroom.”
My roommate says that I have this weird half-walk half-run that I employ when I’m trying to hurry. It’s because I’m not really a runner at all. The only way I’d probably ever run is if someone was chasing me with a very large knife. Or maybe if I was being chased by a bear. Either one of those scenarios would probably cause me to run.
I can feel a hand grab my elbow and I freeze in my tracks.
When I spin around, I say, “Let go of me,” a lot louder than I anticipate.
But Nic doesn’t let me go. He stares down at me with his big brown eyes. I want to slap myself for even having the thought of them being sexy.
Now all I can think about is him having sex with Raven. All three of them having sex with Raven. And me being in the bedroom
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