Chapter 34 Blurred Lines
BLURRED LINES
ENZO
The days on the bus blend into each other. One show bleeds into the next and the hours spent traveling become indistinguishable from those spent backstage. We play, we drive, we play again. Rinse and repeat. The rhythm is relentless, but I still find comfort in the routine. Until I notice Lily.
She’s trying too hard. It’s like she’s balancing an invisible ledger, dividing herself between us as if she’s afraid someone might feel left out.
I watch her drift from Marcus to Dylan, then over to Jax, her smile soft but strained.
In addition to dividing her attention between the band, she spends her time at each show fielding calls from Harris and dealing with random issues from the crew.
She keeps up the act of everything being a-okay, but I see the exhaustion behind her eyes.
I just don’t know what to do about it exactly.
The city streets are dark and empty as we wind our way to our next stop a little earlier than usual. The faint hum of the city is barely audible in the distance, replacing the usual din of the crowd we typically hear as we close in.
When the bus finally lurches to a stop at our third venue this week, I start to formulate a plan. The guys are already halfway out the door, their voices fading as they head for the dressing room. Lily lingers by the front of the bus, her hand on the door handle, staring at something far away.
It’s my chance.
As the others disappear, I step off the bus and follow her inside. She moves quickly, her head down, as though trying to slip away unnoticed. I catch up just as she ducks into a small crew bathroom tucked in the back hallway.
“Lily,” I say, stopping the door with my arm before she can close it.
She blinks up at me, her blue eyes wide with surprise, but there’s something else there too—relief, maybe, or something heavier.
I wasn’t sure if she wanted to be alone, but I interpret her expression to mean that she doesn’t.
She starts to say something, but I don’t give her the chance.
Pushing the door open, I step inside, shutting it firmly behind me.
The space is tight, the air thick with the faint scent of industrial cleaner and her perfume—a mix of lavender and some other floral scent that clings to her like a second skin. We’re so close I can feel the heat radiating off her.
“You’re running yourself ragged,” I mutter, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair from her face. Her eyes search mine, hesitant, like she’s trying to figure out my angle.
“I’m just trying to make things easier and keep them fair,” she says softly, her voice almost a whisper. But it’s guarded, and I know there’s more she’s not saying.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “You don’t have to make things easier for everyone else. Not for me, not for the others. What about you, huh? When’s the last time you thought about what you need?”
Her lips part, but no words come out. For a moment, she just stares at me, and I can see the cracks forming in her armor.
“I mean it,” I say, my voice lower now, softer. “Take a break, Lily. Let someone else carry the weight for once. And if one of the guys starts to feel left out, then they need to come to you and communicate it. Stop trying to solve problems that don’t even exist.”
Before I can think it through, I close the space between us. My lips crash against hers, rougher than I intended, but I can’t stop myself. It’s not just about now—it’s everything that’s been building, the frustration, the pressure, the way she’s stretched herself so thin it makes me ache to watch.
Her hands grip my shoulders, and for a moment, she kisses me back, her movements hesitant but hungry. The kiss deepens, her fingers curling into my shirt as I press her against the wall. The world outside the cramped bathroom falls away, and it’s just us, her body fitting perfectly against mine.
A sharp knock on the door jerks us apart.
“Occupied,” I snap, my forehead still resting against hers, my chest heaving.
There’s a pause before a familiar voice comes through. “It’s me. Jax.”
I glance at Lily, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly swollen from my kisses. She bites her bottom lip, then nods. “Let him in,” she whispers.
I hesitate for half a second before stepping back and opening the door just enough for Jax to slip in. He looks between us, his green eyes sharp, taking in the scene with a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk.
“Well,” he drawls, leaning casually against the wall, “seems like I’m interrupting.”
Lily lets out a soft laugh, breaking the tension. “It’s not like that,” she says quickly, though the blush on her cheeks suggests otherwise. “We were just… talking.”
“Talking,” Jax echoes, his smirk widening. “Sure.”
I roll my eyes, leaning against the sink with my arms crossed. “You’ve got impeccable timing, as always.”
Jax shrugs, unbothered. “Figured I’d find you in a compromising position after I saw you two sneaking off. Didn’t think I’d walk into… this.” He gestures to the tiny, cramped space featuring a dingy sink behind us, like he finds the location questionable.
Lily shakes her head, her laughter light and easy now. “You’re impossible, Jax.”
“And there’s no way we’re all going to be able to sneak out of here unnoticed now,” I add, though it is unlikely anyone will actually care enough to pay attention to the room we’re leaving. When we do leave.
Jax grins, stepping further into the small space. “I want to join the… talk. Can we just hang out in here and hope Marcus doesn’t come looking?”
“I think that’s pretty much our only option,” I say, smirking. “Better hope he doesn’t find us. He’d probably try to give us a lecture about professionalism or some shit.”
Jax chuckles, leaning against the opposite wall, his dark hair falling into his eyes. “Yeah, because he’s the picture of professionalism.”
Lily snorts, crossing her arms as she leans back beside me. “Honestly, I’m more worried about Dylan walking in. He’d probably start taking bets on what’s happening and end up getting the entire crew involved.”
We all laugh, the sound filling the tiny space. For a moment, the world outside fades, the noise of the dressing room and the weight of the tour forgotten. As our laughter fades, Jax quirks a brow at me, an unspoken question in his gaze. I smirk, raising my own brow in a challenge.
He steps closer to Lily, gently herding her backward toward me until her body is just a breath away. My hands instinctively find her hips, turning her around and tugging her softly against me. I can feel the hitch in her breath as Jax closes in behind her, his presence enveloping us both.
“Well, if we’re going to stay here for a while…” I murmur, letting the suggestion hang in the air as I lean in, capturing Lily’s lips in a deep, claiming kiss. She tips her head back, meeting me eagerly, her mouth soft and inviting as her fingers curl against my chest.
Jax’s hands slide around her front, slipping beneath her shirt.
His movements are deliberate and confident as he palms her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra.
Lily moans into my mouth, her body arching between us.
The sound sends a jolt straight through me, and my cock strains, pulsing hard and insistent, against the confines of my jeans.
I grab her hand, guiding it downward until her fingers brush over the bulge pressing against my zipper. She doesn’t hesitate, slipping her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around my length. A guttural groan escapes me, vibrating against her lips as she strokes me.
Breaking the kiss briefly, I step back just enough to work her pants down her hips. Jax helps steady her, his hands never leaving her skin, his lips grazing the curve of her neck. The sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips, framed by the two of us, is enough to make my pulse race faster.
I slide my hand between her legs, finding her soaked and ready.
My fingers glide over her center, circling her clit with just the right pressure.
Her body trembles, a shuddering gasp spilling from her lips.
She strokes me harder in response, her touch tentative but firm, her moans driving me to the edge.
“Lily,” I breathe against her lips, my voice rough with need. I quicken the rhythm of my fingers, her cries growing louder until she falls apart in my arms, her release washing over her like a tsunami.
Jax and I work together to peel her pants completely off, and he helps lift her into my arms. I guide her down onto my length, her body taking me in inch by inch.
Her breath hitches as she adjusts, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I pause, savoring the moment, then begin to move—each thrust slow and deliberate at first, building into something deeper, more primal.
Her arms wrap around my neck as I drive into her, her soft cries echoing between us. I feel her tighten around me, her body clenching as another orgasm overtakes her, and I follow her over the edge, groaning as my release crashes through me.
I lower her to her feet, her legs shaky beneath her, and turn her gently to face Jax. He wastes no time cupping her face as his lips claim hers, kissing her deeply. He trails kisses along her jaw and down her neck, his hands exploring her body as though he’s memorizing every inch.
With my help, Jax lifts her again, positioning her just right before he thrusts inside.
Her back arches, her head falling to my shoulder as I hold her steady, my hands squeezing the curve of her ass.
I kiss her neck, my lips grazing the delicate skin just below her ear, watching the way her face twists in pure ecstasy.
“Look at her,” I murmur to Jax, my voice thick with awe as she lets out another soft cry.
“I haven’t been able to look away,” he growls.
Lily gasps at his words, and he groans in response.
I continue watching the pair of them wrapped around each other.
Jax moves at a fast, almost frantic pace, his grip firm as he pushes her higher, her body writhing between us.
She reaches her peak again, her cries sharp and breathless, and I press a kiss to her temple, watching her as she comes apart.
When Jax finds his release a few seconds later, he groans, then stills.
He continues to hold Lily close, his breathing heavy, his forehead resting against hers.
I step away, grabbing a paper towel to help her clean up, the three of us moving in quiet, unspoken coordination as Jax releases her legs to the floor.
For a moment, none of us say anything. The air is thick with what just happened, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s messy and complicated, but it feels right.
Jax leans against the wall, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Lily leans into me, her body warm and soft against mine, and I glance between them, feeling something I can’t quite put into words.
So, I go with the next best thing and say, “Guess we better get out of here before Marcus finds us.”