Groupie (Rock-Hard Beautiful, #1)

by C.M. Stunich

“What the fuck, Michael?” Ransom asks, his voice never raising above a low half-whisper. “This isn't just your bus.” He rises to his feet and manages to catch my arm before I pull away. I'm not just going to run off into the night. I want to ask Muse maybe if I can buy that ticket to Phoenix, but the tightness of Ransom's grip on my arm makes me want to look at him. “I'm inviting you to stay,” he says, looking me in the eyes. “Me. I know what it's like to lose your parent, and I know what it's like to be alone. If you want to stay the night again, you can have the Bat Cave all to yourself.” “Jesus Christ,” Michael curses from behind him as I stand there and stare at Ransom Riggs for a long, aching moment. “We have a rule: groupies on the bus for one night only.” “Yeah, well, special circumstances and all that,” Muse adds, drawing that violet eyed glared over to his face. “What's it matter to you? It's not like you use the Bat Cave anyway.” “It matters to me because I have to live here, too, you fucking asshole.” Michael shoves his wrapper back in his bag and tosses the whole thing back into the box. “Because all four of you fucked one chick last night and you're all staring at her like you want to be in her polygamist collection of husbands.” “Polyandrous,” Muse says, lifting a finger up. “When it's one wife with several husbands, it's called polyandry.” “Fuck you,” Michael says, storming around the swivel chairs and through the kitchen. He pauses at the hallway door and g...