Revelry (Taint #1) by Carmen Jenner Read Free Book Online Page B

were my very own pony …
    Oh, not that kind of coming .
    “Yeah, come with us, Red,” Levi says.
    “I can’t.”
    “Can’t, or won’t?” Coop asks. I fidget under his gaze and he grins as if he’s enjoying watching me squirm.
    “Both.”
    Levi slaps a hand to his chest, holding it over his heart and sings, “Why you gotta be so mean?”
    “Because I don’t like you,” I sing-song back.
    “Shit, Coop, Red can actually hold a tune. I’d watch out if I were you or she might swoop in and take your position as front woman of Taint.”
    I’m expecting a sharp, witty response, but what I don’t expect when Cooper turns around is for him to spear me with a curious glance. “I’m starting to think the things we don’t know about Red could fill a fucking dictionary.”
    “Come on, Red. Come play with us.” Levi smirks. God, what is it with these guys and their fucking smirking? “We’ll make it very worth your while.”
    “I can’t.” I give them an uneasy smile and start heading for my car. Just then, Zed wraps his arms around my waist and I’m about to pull away when he scoops me up and over his shoulder. I scream, “Put me down. What are you doing? Zed!”
    The boys just laugh. Zed smacks me on the arse and says, “Quit wriggling, Ginger, we’re blowing this taco stand whether you like it or not. Levi, grab her keys.”
    “Do not touch my keys,” I command, but it seems like no one is interested in listening to me because Levi snatches them out of my hand and darts away before I can lash out with my fists, or my feet, for that matter.
    “What the hell are you doing? Cooper, please talk some sense into them.”
    “Actually I’m kind of admiring the view,” he mutters, just loud enough for me to hear, and I gasp because I realise that fresh breeze I’m feeling isn’t just because I’m way up high in the air on Zed’s shoulder—it’s because I’m upside down, my skirt is all tangled up around my waist, and my arse is hanging out for all the world to see. Or, in this case, for all the rock stars to see.
    “Gamers only?” Levi says, and I die the death of a thousand maggots in the sun because he’s referring to the big block letters branded across my cotton-covered arse. “Oh, no, no, no. We can’t have that.”
    “Put me down, Zed.” I slap at his back again.
    “Dude, give me a Sharpie,” Levi says.
    “Oh yeah, ’cause I always carry a fucking Sharpie in my pocket in case of a word emergency,” Cooper snaps.
    There’s the sound of Velcro being torn apart and then Ash says, “Here.”
    Zed chuckles. The sound reverberates through his big barrel chest and into my body, because I’m still flung over his shoulder. “Dude, you carry Sharpies in your man bag?”
    “I get asked to sign a lot of tits. There’s nothing worse than running out of ink,” Ash replies. Levi sniggers, Cooper laughs, and I’m pretty sure he just high fived Ash because there’s a loud clap.
    My mortification gets exponentially worse because someone—Levi, I suspect—is touching my arse. I wriggle.
    “Stop it. Stop it,” I say, kicking my knees into Zed’s stomach, because that’s all I can do. Oh, and I can swat … as I find out by stretching my arms out behind me and swatting at whatever flesh I can find. Unfortunately, it’s mostly my flesh I wind up slapping.
    “Stop wriggling, it’s almost in,” Levi says, and I freeze. Which I realise is exactly what he wanted. But by then it’s too late because the soft tip of the marker pushes against my panties in a large X and then he writes something above it. And because he’s not enough of a bastard, he smacks my arse. Hard.
    “Ow!” I squeal and jerk on Zed’s shoulder, kneeing him solidly in the chest. I see the flash of a camera phone and I scream. “PUT ME DOWN!”
    “Oh crap,” Ash says. “He just broke about seven different Sexual Harassment in the Workplace laws.”
    “Then let’s hope she has a sense of humour,” Coop says, and