something real?”
I gasped and heat flooded my cheeks.
“Nobody knows,” Sab whispered to me. Then he pointed to Jay. “First off, fuck you. Second off, we’re right on time.”
“How pissed is Toby about this bus?” Liv asked.
“He’s out of his mind,” Reed said.
“That’s music to my ears,” Dex said.
“This is so cool,” Candice said. “A rock star tour bus.”
“Liv’s been on this one before,” Nash said with a smile that made Liv roll her eyes.
“I haven’t been on this one,” Abby said. “But I had my fair share of tour buses.”
“There’s like fifteen beds in the back,” Wren said.
I laughed. “Not quite. But it’s pretty awesome.” I look at Bree. “Right?”
I looked around the bus, nodding.
It was deceivingly amazing.
There were leather couches against one side. Tables against the other. A kitchen area. A flatscreen TV in one corner.
Sab led the way through the bus to give me the rest of the tour.
The tour bus had its own bathroom.
A handful of beds.
The back of the bus was a large room.
“We would write songs back here,” Sab said. “On the road. In the middle of the night. Drunk. High. Crazy times.”
“So do you own the bus?” I asked.
“In a way,” Sab said. “All we need to do is make a phone call and it’s ours. We control everything, Bree. It’s bad ass.”
“It actually is, Sab,” I confessed. “I mean, this is… first the private jet. Then the big house. Now this tour bus.”
“Don’t forget the show and the fans…”
“Oh, that’s right. I got to watch you sign your name on another woman’s chest.”
I started to turn to leave the room and Sab grabbed my hips.
“Does that make you jealous?” he whispered.
I jumped up to my toes. “Nope. Not at all.”
I kissed the tip of his nose and smiled.
I went to the front of the bus where Bill was getting ready to start driving.
Before the bus left the parking lot, Jay put a big bottle of whiskey on a table and looked around.
“Welcome to the filthy tour bus… admission is free, but to stay you have to drink…”
Reed lined up more than enough shot glasses.
I looked at Sab as he stood near the hallway to the beds.
He lifted an eyebrow at me.
I lifted an eyebrow back.
“Who’s going to be the one to pop the cherry on this ride?” Jay asked.
Without hesitation, I walked to the table and grabbed two shot glasses.
“Oh, fuck,” Reed said.
“One for Sab…,” I said.
I drank the shot.
The ladies cheered for me.
“And this other one… is for Sebastian.”
Everyone screamed with an ooohhh sound, knowing it was taboo to drop Sab’s real name.
But I was Bree. I was everything to him. I was allowed to do it.
I drank the second shot.
Everyone cheered my name.
Sab stared daggers at me.
My heart raced.
“Did you ever throw anything out the window?” I asked Reed.
He sat next to me, kind of pinning me against the window.
He faced me and smiled the entire time he stared at me.
I kept a careful eye on Abby as she sat on one of the leather couches with Liv, just talking.
I had no idea what the bedroom part of the rock star life was like. I wondered if they were all faithful. Or if they shared. Or if they were open.
All of it was foreign to me.
Where I lived, it was cliché small town stuff. If you dated someone that lived in town, it was going to end up as grocery store gossip. The same could be said if you dated someone from outside of town. And whoever you dated, everyone needed to know what year they graduated, from where, who was their tenth-grade science teacher… and if they played sports, forget about it. That’s all the conversation would be. Because apparently hitting a home run in high school wouldn’t make you a good boyfriend now?
“The window?” Reed asked. “What window?”
“This window,” I said.
Oh, the whiskey was working wonders tonight.
I hadn’t been sure of the bus and the movement at first, but the more I drank, the less I worried about anything and everything.
Which included Sab.
Who - by the way - sat in the back corner of the tables, with a bottle of whiskey for himself, looking pissed.
“This window right here?” Reed asked.
He leaned over me and knocked on the window.
“Any window,” I said.
“You want to know if we’ve thrown shit out of the tour bus window?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Of course we have,” Reed said. “That’s the wildest thing you can come up with? How about getting on the roof of the tour