With the Band by L.A. Witt

Author:L.A. Witt [Witt, L.A.]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

With the Band

105

A devilish grin pulled at his lips. “Doesn"t cause the swelling to get worse, does

it?” His fingertip trailed across my ankle just above my shoe.

I closed my eyes. “You"re an evil, evil bastard, you know that?”

He laughed and took his hand off my foot, folding both his hands on the table

in plain sight. “You know, I guess I could think of worse things than people thinking

I"m sleeping with your sister.”

I opened my eyes. “How do you figure?”

Shrugging, he said, “They think I"m with her, so they don"t suspect I"m with

you. Creates a convenient smoke screen, don"t you think?”

I laughed halfheartedly. “Yeah, I suppose it does.” I wasn"t quite sure how to

feel about the fact that, in theory, Bastian could date my sister with decidedly less

backlash than if he were openly dating me. He was right about it being a convenient

distraction from what was really going on, but I wasn"t sure I liked being part of

something that needed a decoy. I didn"t know how much more of the secrecy I could

handle. Why not just tell the damned band and get it over with?

“Anyway,” Bastian said. “We—” He stopped and looked past me, doing a

double take. Then he slammed his beer down and scowled. “Oh, for fuck"s sake.”

I looked over my shoulder. “What"s wrong?”

“Fucking fan"s messing with your sister again.”

“Wait, what?”

“Come on.” He stood and shouldered his way through the crowd. I got up and

followed as quickly as I could, hobbling after him.

Elena was quite conspicuous thanks to the wild color of her hair, but as near

as I could tell, she was just talking to someone. As we got closer, though, I realized

she was doing her level best to back away from a heavily intoxicated dickwad in an

AC/DC T-shirt. When he reached for her waist, she tried to sidestep him, but the

dense crowd kept her from moving as much as she needed to.

Bastian picked up speed. In spite of my knee, so did I. A few people probably

thought we were asses for shoving our way through, but I didn"t particularly care at

the moment. Someone was fucking with my sister, and he had about three seconds

to find something else to do.

Either alcohol or a lame attempt to cop a feel sent the guy stumbling closer to

her, and my temper surged to the surface as his hand went for Elena"s chest.

Lucky for him, his hand didn"t reach its mark because Bastian snatched his

wrist. The drunk stared at him, eyes wide and jaw hanging open. Bastian took a

step toward the guy, driving him backward, and I slid in between them and Elena.

“Is there a problem here?” Bastian snarled.

The drunk shook his head. “I…um…no, I just—”

“You were just leaving?” Bastian said. “Good, that"s the right answer.” He

gestured toward the door. “Go on, out you go.”

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