Free Beats by Kendall Grey Page B

tested and whether they’re safe. Use condoms for all cooter and ass action. Oral is your call. If you trust them, go for it. If not, cut open a rubber to cover your cooch hole if they wanna go down on you, and make them wear rubbers if you go down on them.”
    Now I’m getting cold feet again. I’m so freaking out of my league.
    “If they say they’re clean and you believe them, you’re probably fine to swallow. Don’t let that shit linger in your mouth, though. Stomach acid will kill any bad stuff.”
    “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. Rax and Toombs seem pretty…worldly.”
    “They are.” Letty lays her hand over mine.
    I turn my palm up to meet hers and squeeze. This is a mistake—
    “You gotta be firm and ask. Be direct with your questions. And don’t let them pressure you into anything you don’t want to do.
    “I had Shades book a room for us at the Armstrong Suites too. You need anything at all, you text me. I’ll be there in a flash. Got it?”
    I nod. “Letty, I’m…scared.”
    Her eager gaze calms, and she lowers her voice. “You can back out any time.”
    I face the guys. Toombs looks up from his guitar. His barely there smile melts me. God, I want him so badly. Is he worth the risks? Before, my emotions were the only things on the line. Now my health is too.
    I’m so naïve.
    “Whatever you do, own it, chick. Let them know you’re in total control of the situation. If shit goes south, you put an end to it.”
    I drag in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay.” I can be strong. I can .
    “Good.” She pats my hand. “Now, about that dirty talk. Let me hear you say ‘cock.’”
    “I’m not saying that.” I cover my mouth. Thinking a word like that is one thing. Saying it is embarrassing.
    Letty stands and pulls up one leg like a flamingo. “Cock-a-doodle-doo!” Her gritty voice totally misses the effect she must’ve been going for. She flaps her arms and struts around the front of the bus. Her neck gets going, and she pecks at the air like a chicken. “Cock-a-doodle-doo! COCK! COCK!”
    Giggles spill out of me. The guys stop the song they’re working on and look our way. Shades grins, shakes his head, and returns to his bass. Rax and Toombs lift their brows in sync.
    “What the fuck are you looking at? Get back to writing, you cocks.” Letty extends her middle finger and waves it at them.
    “Your woman is a fucking lunatic,” Rax says to Shades, who just nods.
    He’s got that right. I doubt we’d have Letty any other way.
    After a few more struts and cawed curses, she settles down and tumbles into her seat, laughing, her face a little flushed. “See? Cock . It’s good for the soul. Now, tell ’em how you want to be fucked , and you’re golden.”
    The bus rolls to a stop. “Welcome to Baton Rouge,” Freddie says as he shuts down the engine.
    Letty picks up the banana from the table, peels it halfway, and shoves it into my open palm. “Show Toombs what you’re gonna do to his cock in a few hours.”
    Five hundred pounds of man head our way up the aisle, two thirds of which could be mine tonight. I can either embrace it and do my damnedest to enjoy it, or I can do what’s safe and familiar and back out.
    My stomach executes a triple backflip when Toombs’s silvery gaze intersects with mine. I lift the banana to my lips and push the tip into my mouth, savoring the tropical flavor with a swish of tongue. Time grinds to a rusty creep as an appreciative smile dawns across his face. He makes a show of leaning close and inhaling as he passes me.
    God.
    Rax brings up the rear and stops before me once Shades and Toombs are off the bus. “When you’re done with that, I’ve got something else you can suck on, Jinxie.”
    I punch him with a lopsided grin, slide the banana gently into his mouth, and bring his hand up to hold it in place. I wish I had a clever comeback like Letty surely would, but I don’t. So I give him my back and skip down the steps, shaking in