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tight against my body.
    “Months,” she replied, panting as she began to ride me. “Shit—fuck, Jules…”
    “I know,” I murmured against her neck, bringing my mouth back up to hers. I pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, my hands moving from her hips to her tits, slipping down between us to find her clit by touch, to stroke and rub her. We both tried to keep quiet, but as we started to pick up speed, fall into a rhythm together, I could hear our moans escaping, our panting getting louder. “Shh,” I kissed Fran’s lips, swallowing down a cry of pleasure that left her throat as I started rubbing her clit harder.
    I could feel the tension building up in my hips, in my balls, as Fran rose and fell on me, taking me deeper, getting wetter and wetter and tighter and tighter. All at once she began to shudder against me, breaking away from my lips to bury her face against my shoulder, moaning as quietly as she could manage. Her muscles flexed around me in erratic little spasms, tightening like a vise, and that was all it took—I was gone in moments, coming so hard I could barely hold myself together enough to keep the noise down. We kept moving until we both finished, sagging against each other, panting and gasping for breath.
    “Think we woke anyone up?” I chuckled and reached for my beer, knocking back the last of it.
    “If we had, they’d be in here,” I pointed out. “Those weren’t your very last two cigs, were they?” Fran giggled.
    “I have two more,” she told me in a little playful whisper. “Just about perfect, right?”
    “Only if you’re willing to share,” I told her.
    “Oh, right—I’ll fuck you and then make you watch while I smoke a cigarette and don’t give you any?” Fran twisted around on top of me, and I grunted at the feeling of her muscles rippling around my cock with her movements. She opened the pack and showed me the last two cigarettes in it. “This, and then bed?”
    “I’m game,” I told her, plucking one of the cigs from the box. “We’ll sleep good tonight, for once.”

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    “We’ve got Molly Riot here in the studio today, along with their touring mates, Juniper Woolf,” the DJ said.
    “Hey.”
    “Hi.”
    “What’s up?”
    “Morning.”
    “And we’re talking about their joint tour, the EP they’ll be putting out together, and how this whole situation came about,” the DJ continued. “I think this is the most microphones we’ve ever had in the booth on this program.”
    “It was hilarious to watch them set it up,” Mark said. I shifted in my chair and glanced over at Fran. We’d been on the promo tour for almost a month so far, and Fran and I had managed to screw around together about three times a week. How does she manage to look like she hasn’t missed a wink of sleep all month? It was a mystery to me—some female trick.
    I tried to keep my attention on the interview; I knew I’d have to at least make a few comments over the course of it. But all I could think about was how good it would be to finally get to the damned venue. Sound check, then we’ll have a couple of hours to kill. Nick’s going to be on Skype with Olivia…the rest of them will be in town buying shit or doing laundry…we’ll have the bus to ourselves.
    “So I understand that the feud between Jules and Fran is a thing of the past, but what started it to begin with?”
    “Oh brother,” Dan said.
    “I’m just curious,” the DJ told us, raising his hands in a gesture of innocence. “I mean, it is kind of weird, right?”
    “Well it all started when Jules came to one of Juniper Woolf’s shows,” Fran said, glancing at me with a gleam in her eye.
    “She threw glitter at me,” I said into the microphone. “Got me right in the face.”
    “Oh! Yeah, that will make an impression on someone—not always a good one.”
    “And from there…” Fran shrugged.
    “But it’s all a thing of the past now,” I added. “We’re buds.”
    “It’s the fucking strangest