blind eyes

16 Chris

Author's Note: I started writing this chapter and it somehow became 100% smut. So, please be forewarned that this is a smutty chapter. I said last chapter that you could skip the adult material and pick up the plot with this chapter, so I apologize. For those that are skipping all adult scenes, please know that in the last chapter Ryan met a random girl and hooked up in the hotel. That is all you missed, so far.

Aside from that, I do apologize again for my updates slowing down considerably.  I am doing my best to keep them coming, even if they take a little longer than in the past. As always, THANK YOU for all your comments, likes, DMs, and your patience with my slow ass. It's ALWAYS appreciated! :)

"She said she wanted to sleep on the fucking bus," Chris roared as he balled his fists into the hideous duvet and then sat up in the uncomfortable hotel bed. "That fucking slut!"

For the past twenty minutes, all he had heard from next door were female whimpers and Ryan's familiar voice rasping Sunday's name over and over until the vocalist wanted to puke. With the headboard from next door battering into the wall that their rooms shared, sleep had become impossible for the aggravated musician and he was dancing on the edge of a raging breakdown.

Face red and feeling mad enough to spit flames like a dragon, he tugged a t-shirt over his head but ignored his bare feet. Grabbing his wallet and his keycard for the room, he stormed down the hallway and into the lobby, past a very confused looking front desk clerk, and then stomped into the parking lot and onto the bus. Clearly, Sunday wouldn't be in the bunk—she was fucking the shit out of Ryan in Room 235. He just needed the necessary proof and then he would force his way into that room, one way or another, and murder his soon-to-be-former bandmate and soon-to-be-ex girlfriend.

As he thundered across the front lounge, ignoring Vinny's sleeping form on the sofa, he reached the bunks and violently tore back the curtain to his own. There, curled into a little ball, was his beautiful girlfriend sleeping soundly. Incredulous, he blinked twice but she was still there. He lowered himself down to the floor and pressed a kiss onto the top of her right cheek, sighing. Who the fuck was in that room with Ryan then?

"Why are you waking me up at some ungodly hour," Sunday groaned as she rolled to face him. Smiling weakly, she patted him on the head. "I thought you weren't feeling good again?"

"I wasn't," he winced at the thought of what, no, who he'd done hours earlier. "But I feel better now and I can't sleep."

Shoving over and pressing her back to the wall, Sunday made room for him to enter the bunk. He quickly tugged her into his arms and began to press hungry kisses across her collarbone. "I love you, do you know that?"

She blushed. "Can you love me after 10AM tomorrow?"

"No," he demanded, voice firm as he began to paw at her sleep shorts. "I want to love you right now. Master Cerulli is ready to punish his favorite slave."

Day giggled at this, but she tried to wiggle away from his large hands. "Chris, come on. I'm sleeping! Plus, half the crew can hear us. Now is not the time for your kinky games."

"Back lounge," he demanded as he began to slip out of the confined space while tugging off his shirt. "Now, come on!"

She shook her head. "Babe, Rick's fucking nightmarish blanket fort contraption is still back there. It's a mess!"