Roadie (Rock-Hard Beautiful, #2)

by C.M. Stunich

“No other girls,” I start and then look up at Michael, over at Ransom. Cope won't look back at me, still lost in whatever nightmare he's currently revisiting. “But I …” I think of Pax and Ransom kissing, and I don't know that they even liked it at all, if it was just for me, but … “I don't care what you do with each other.” I meet Michael's stern gaze dead-on. He raises a dark eyebrow at me. “Each other?” he asks, like the thought never even occurred to him. “Yeah,” I say, tucking some red hair behind my ear and nodding. “Each other. If we're in this, we're all in it together.” When those words come out of my mouth, they feel right. “I know it seems silly right now, but that's how I feel. It's not just me, and you and you and you and you and you. This is an us thing.” “Okay …” Michael says, but like he doesn't see that particular avenue going anywhere. “No sleeping around with anyone but the people in this room. That's simple enough. Lilith,” he says, and this is where he gets really fucking serious, “we will not end this thing like it was a fucking one-night stand or a fling. If we end this, we do it properly. We don't fuck around with other people and then apologize later: we end it first. We break up the right goddamn way—like a real relationship.” “So … if you get lost again,” Muse says, coming across the living room and going straight into the kitchen to put on more water for tea—I'm assuming for Copeland this time, “then don't for a second think we've left you. Unles...