Theirs To Desire

TEN | DEVYN

"I don't know man. I don't know, what the hell old man has in his mind. I am trying to figure out if his time to get a retirement has arrived or if he simply enjoys watching our asses bitten and burnt!" I spat, particularly to no one, with a bored shake of my head.

Lucas huffed loudly and disappeared inside his division of the bunk, after asking me about the new member, for the fifth time. Almost instantly, his voice swarmed across the bus as he jammed into the classical rocks and picked up his practice session.

"I swear this man never rests, even a blink. Every time I see him, all he is doing is practising and practising." Dex chuckled darkly, leaning against the small fridge and shot a glance over his shoulder to Lucas' bunk. "Does he ever blow his load?"

"I heard that, dickhead." Lucas' slightly pissed voice boomed from over the loud music, making me sigh in boredom.

No way in hell I was going to end up sane if I spent ten more minutes in the company of these dimwits.

I left Jules, Dex, and Wyatt in the front chamber of the bunk and scampered towards the back door. Not that I didn't enjoy myself in the company of my boys, but today something didn't fit right. It almost felt like something mysterious was about to happen and the whole f*****g universe was conspiring to make it real.

I didn't want to deter my focus from our aim of winning the Grand trophy, but Joseph's words kept swirling at the back of my mind, almost tempting me to let go of everything and just live.

Not that I didn't want to, but after what had happened three years back, taking a risk was out of context.

I rubbed the side of my forehead with my fingers and sighed solemnly, knowing that a terrible headache was on the way. It was always the same routine, doubled the load, tripled the stress, and quadrupled the motherfucking headache.

"You okay, Sir?" I heard a masculine inquiry from behind, which upon turning around, I found belonged to our security head, Steve.

I didn't know how he managed to enter the bus, seeing that the back door was locked.

"I have the key. Mr Joseph had given me the key to the doors so that in case of any emergency I could be able to get through, without any restraint." He offered with a smile, after noticing my flickering glance back and forth between the now opened back door and his face.

I nodded, understanding where he was coming from and passed him a genuine smile. "Thanks for checking up mate, but I am completely fine. Just a small headache, I am sure will be gone after a good sleep." I quipped, waving the matter away.

He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could have, an abrupt loud cheering smeared from all around us, almost deafening us.

I saw as Steve clutched the side of his black uniform pant–– probably a gun or a knife–– and his stance contorted into a protector mode. I only rolled my eyes and snorted incredulously.

"Calm down man, they are only the fans!" He narrowed his icy blue eyes in my direction but his rigid posture loosened, nonetheless.

On the other side, the screaming increased to octaves, making me wince as a pinpoint pain travelled through the back of my head.

"I swear this fandom of you boys is more childish than a toddler." Steve snickered, peering outside the window.

In any other situation, I might have defended my fans, but at that moment I was more curious to see why that sudden shift in the surrounding was.

I followed Steve and glanced outside the bus, standing in the shadows to keep myself away from the searching eyes of fans and paparazzi, just when a pitch-black car pulled near the front gate of the bus.

A rather fancy and posh car!

The type of baby whom my hands itched to take a ride on the smooth barren highway at full speed. Even the windows of the car were tinted black, complementing the metallic, swanky body, giving the vibe of a mafia movie.

No one exited the car though. At least not for a good five minutes.

"Who might this be?" I asked Steve without taking my gaze off. "It can't be Joseph. That old man despises the black colour, he will prefer walking miles than riding in a black car." I couldn't help but muse in a wonderous tone.

This time, Steve didn't answer. Instead, he shot me a mysterious smile and without a second word, strolled towards the door. Before jumping out of the bus, he paused momentarily and smirked at me over his shoulder. "Maybe your ballerina?"

I blinked in confusion for two minutes straight and finally pulled myself to peer out of the window.

At the exact moment, the back door of the car jerked open from inside and instantly a whoosh of disappointed murmurs broke among the hurdle of fans. They realized it was not one of the band members, but someone else. Their faces twisted into disappointment as if someone had sprinkled icy cold water over their nerves.

But that was just it!

Because one thing was blatant truth –– the more the cheerings died down, the more a fire blared inside my veins. The more their faces reflected disappointment, the more my vision got clouded with raw lust.

I could have sacrificed my soul to have that ravishing sight in front of my eyes, every single day.

Coming toward the bus in sassy, confident strides wearing skinny black jeans, a loose NKOTB t-shirt, a pair of black sunglasses and a badass glow on the face, was the hottest woman I had ever come across. The red curls of her hair bounced around her face, adding to her killing curves.

She was familiar from somewhere, but I couldn't place it from where I knew her. I didn't probe enough on that, my eyes were already having a feast upon taking in her luscious curves and the dominant aura. And my eyes were not the only attentive thing present there.

I glanced down–– feeling a painful restraint against my jeans–– and found little Devyn already struggling to peer out of the zipper to bask in the sight of curvy beauty, who had now disappeared inside the front door.

A smile graced my lips as my mind flashed the imaginary reel of me worshipping the–

"Holy motherfucking f**k!" I almost screamed as soon as the sane part of my mind clicked the pieces of the puzzle together and countered that the woman was indeed our new member, our ballerina.

I forcefully–– or rather painfully–– soothed my raging hard-on and adjusted my jeans, pulling the waistline an inch below my navel. "Not now buddy!"

I practically flew to the front part of the bunk, panting like a thirsty camel, and instantly my eyes bulged out of my eye-sockets when I saw the ballerina standing there, surrounded by three drooling men, or four if I counted on my own wide-open mouth.

All four eyes shamelessly staring at the ballerina, while she just stood there like classical erotic art, soaking all the attention she was getting.

It was Dex who broke the exotic silence first, making us all jerk back to reality.

"Holy mother of smoking curves, come here hot mama. Let daddy take you the heights of spine-shattering pleasures." Dex grumbled in his husky dominant voice, validating his nickname 'd**k' once again.

"Don't, d**k, just–" I opened my mouth while swatting his head upside down, but a blurred motion in my peripheral made me freeze in my words while all of our heads jerked towards the motion.

Before one could have figured anything out, Wyatt had already dragged the ballerina inside the farthest bunk at the back, leaving us all behind to pick our jaws from the floor.

"WHAT THE f**k WAS THAT?" Jules's voice rose from behind, a blend of interest and anger in it.

"Does that motherfucker really thinks this is a werewolf movie?" I glanced at Dex, whose face was red and he was seething in anger. "He just can't drag the girl inside a bunk and mark her as his mate. This is not a f*****g werewolf s**t!"

I didn't know whom I had to back for. I reasoned with Dex's words, but I also wanted Wyatt to have his moment.

And yet again, I didn't get a chance to give proper thoughts. Just when I started placing reasonable points to both the sides, a shattering sound of glass emerged from the last bunk, followed by Wyatt's pissed screech.

"GET THIS WOMAN OFF ME. SHE f*****g BROKE MY d**k!"