“Ugh, don’t you own air freshener?” Emmett grumbled, waving
his hands crazily. “The entire fucking bus smells like sex.”
“It does not,” Bella snapped. “You’re full of shit.”
“No, he isn’t. He stopped up our bus’s toilet,” Jasper
groaned. “That’s why we’re in the ‘Den of Sin on Wheels.’ Frank is taking the
bus to get the shitter cleaned out because of Emmett’s ginormous turds. Though,
it does have a certain tang to the
air. Did you guys fuck all the way down from Albany?”
“And if we did, it’s our business,” I said, sitting down
next to Bella.
“You know what? Our sex lives are none of your concern,”
Bella sneered. “If Edward wants to fuck me until I can’t walk, it’s our
prerogative. We don’t need any comments from the peanut gallery. Don’t get me
started on the nastiness that grew underneath Emmett’s bed when he was a kid and
Jasper, I’m certain that Alice or Nia can spill the beans about some
embarrassing moment in your life. So, can it!”
I chuckled, kissing behind Bella’s ear and murmuring, “I
love you, Mrs. Cullen. Perhaps, we can work on that not walking thing tonight.”
“Don’t tempt me,” she purred, moving to sit on my lap.
We spent the afternoon, wandering around Philadelphia. Bella
and I spent the afternoon at the Wellington Square Bookshop. We bought a slew
of books and curled up in one of the various corners, reading, eating some
scones, drinking coffee and just relaxing. It was a perfect day. Granted, we
were disguised so we could maintain our anonymity, but I loved every second of
it, lost in the prose of our books and just being.
If we could, I would have loved to stay there until we had
to go to our hotel, but we had an acoustic performance at World Café Live. It
was a private, invite-only party for a couple of local radio stations. Bella
looked like a goddess, wearing a chiffon blue dress. Her hair was curled and
pinned half back, displaying a pair of earrings that matched the dress. On her
fingers, she wore her wedding band and the new ring I’d bought for her in
Montreal. I gave it to her after our third round of making love on the bus,
saying I only wanted to see her in the diamonds I bought her.
“Okay, we have our set list,” Kellan said as he pulled it up
on his phone. “Ryan and Max took a look around and we’re in the clear when it
comes to security. Ainsley and Greg are staying at the Wells Fargo Center,
making sure that no creepy characters try to sneak onto our stage and wreak
havoc. Tonight, there will be fans and photographers. Not to mention alcohol.”
He shot a look at Emmett.
“I’ll behave. I swear!” Emmett said, holding up his hands.
Kellan narrowed his eyes, pointing at Emmett. “Anyway, this
is a big deal because there are several radio stations represented. Sign
autographs, take pictures, talk to your fans.”
“So, be awesome,” Jasper smirked, his arm behind Nia.
“Essentially, yes. Watch your language and easy on the PDA,
porn stars,” Kellan snorted, looking at me and Bella.
“We can keep our hands to ourselves, you ass,” Bella
laughed.
“And it does stink in here,” Kellan said, smirking at the
both of us. “If only I wasn’t a born again virgin, I might be jealous. Oh,
wait. I am.” Rolling his eyes, he got up and talked to the bus driver, who was
pulling in behind the club.
Wellington Square Bookshop
World Music Club
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