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She’s so fucking pretty.

I find myself smiling like a total goofball. She’s eventually going to have to climb off my lap. The thought of her pussy being filled with my cum makes me smugger than I have any right to be.

Let Theo try to talk to her now. He won’t be able to miss how saturated she is in my scent. That thought reminds me that the same goes for Tennyson when it comes to Parish and Wren.

Ahh, fuck.

We might want to prepare for an old-school fistfight in a parking lot. I’m pretty sure Liminal has never gone an entire tour without one, so it’s probably fitting that they get that out of the way. It’ll be their official welcome to the band moment.

Chapter Forty-Two

Lumen

Kincaid stands outside the bathroom while I do my best to clean up. Once we make it back to the VIP section, we’re surrounded by fans, who all want autographs and pictures.

I give his hand a squeeze, nodding to Riser. “I’ll be with Ry.”

He nods and pulls me closer, kissing me deeply before releasing my hand.

I walk away with a smile on my face. Having him show affection in front of the fans is addictive.

Riser sits on a love seat on the far wall, so I have a fair number of people to weave through.

I come to a stop in front of him, and he grabs my hips, pulling me to sit on his lap.

I did as much as I could under the circumstances, but…

My face heats. “It’s after midnight. Happy birthday, handsome.” I cup his face in my hands and capture his lower lip, swirling my tongue around it.

Riser growls, and his hand tightens on my lower back. “Thank you.”

“I have a gift for you, but I figured I would give it to you once we make it to the cabin.”

“I appreciate it.” His snake-bite piercings move as he grins.

“Happy birthday, asshole.” Tennyson pops up next to the arm of the couch. “Have you guys seen Parish or Wren?”

I’m an awful liar, so I bury my face in Riser’s throat.

“Nah.” Either he truly doesn’t know where they are, or he has no problem lying to his bandmate.

“Damn,” Ten mutters. “Whatever. I’m not even going to worry about it.” He disappears, and I get close to Riser’s ear.

“They’re messing around in one of the booths, but I didn’t want to be the one to blow up their spot,” I admit.

“Yeah, they were getting pretty close to fucking on the dance floor,” Riser says. “You smell like Kincaid. Did you have fun?”

“I did,” I whisper. “But I probably better climb off your lap. I’m not wearing any panties, and I’m sticky.”

“Don’t you dare.” He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my back. “I want to hold you for a bit. I won’t freak out about a little cum on my jeans.”

I nuzzle my nose to his neck, breathing in his chamomile scent. It’s so damn relaxing.

I’m tired and ready to get out of here, but the guys were contracted to hang out for two hours following their set.

I move to sit next to Riser on the couch, leaning my head against his shoulder. I’m going to fall asleep with no problem tonight.

Tennyson still hasn’t found Parish and Wren, and I have no idea how that’s going to go. My eyes flit to Kincaid, then eventually search for Malcolm.