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driver seat. “Try and get at my ass Hunter .   I’ll be rippin’ that cock off and makin’ you eat it.” He adds with a laugh.
    “You ’re what nine foot six Henry?” Hunter asks sarcastically as he moves around Tad and Landon to get to the fridge for a beer.
    “Without my heels or a hard-on motherfucker.” Henry says with a snort making Hunter spit his beer. All of us laugh.  Even Henry, is amused as Hunter sputters and chokes trying to catch his breath.  Henry may look intimidating. I know he could and would kill if necessary.  Once you get to know him though, he is really nothing but an enormous teddy bear.   Henry is like that though, he smiles real huge in private, but when we are all in public it’s scary silence. “You best quit offerin’ if you can’t even swallow a beer without chokin’ chump.” Henry shouts. “You could never handle me.”
    “Fuck Henry, my door doesn’t swing both ways.” Hunter says gasping for breath.  
    “An hour?” Aiden interrupts looking around. “What can we do to pass the time?”
    Landon jumps up, all but running toward our room. I half expect him not to come back.  He hasn’t spent much time with me over the past two days.  He says that Tad needs him to work out details for Vegas. They spend a lot of time in the living area sorting shit, as the guys say, while the rest of us sleep.  I have inherited the weird ass hours of a rock groupie.  We stay up late only to sleep the day away mostly, all except Tad and Landon who are up at the ass crack of dawn every morning.  Landon has been avoiding my questions about his job.   Changing the subject every time I ask about what he feels he can’t explain or talk to me about.  I gave up on pushing for now.  We sleep together maybe two hours a night then he is up and out of the bedroom.  Late nights are spent goofing around with Cam and the guys, along with talking with Gray.  Our conversations aren’t deep earth shattering conversations but he listens to me when I talk.  He doesn’t seem to have a problem talking about things with me, it’s a welcome distraction from the distance Landon is putting between us.  The attraction to Gray is still there growing stronger everyday but he doesn’t push or bring up the elephant in the room.  He is just there for whatever, whether it is watching movies or talking about songs and why we love them.  The flashes about sex with Grayson Cole though, are still running rampant in my brain with no sign of stopping.  
    With no room in the bunks, Gra y sleeps on the floor of the bedroom which in no way helps the fantasies I have been having about him.  I lie awake until the sun comes up staring at his bare chest.  Of course Grayson Cole with his almighty sexiness kicks the sheet off the moment he falls asleep.  I lie there after Landon kisses my cheek and I watch the rise and fall of Gray’s breathing as I study his tattoos.
    He has barbed wire running around his left arm.  It starts on his wrist and circles up around his arm, which spreads around his shoulder and his chest.  His chest though… that’s what is amazing.  The barbed wire spans and spreads around a shield on his pectoral, right over his heart.  A worn, battered looking shield, the shield of a warrior, a protector and it rules my dreams. 
    My dreams are even more vivid than my day dream the night he sang .  I can’t stop even if I really wanted to.  I think the problem is my sexual frustration.  I can’t get Landon interested in me at all.  He just smiles, kisses me and says soon.  I mean hell we weren’t rabbits by any means.   We didn’t even live together.  I stayed over occasionally when school didn’t get in the way, but we had a very healthy sex life.  Now it’s like he has put his cock on ice.  I’m going to fucking explode with all the testosterone around here and no way to release my urge.  I am really, really glad that I don’t have a penis because I would be walking