Damn, she’s shy.
I better take this slow.
I move a little closer. “I don’t blame you for looking. I’d do the same.”
She nods. Presses her lips together.
Her eyes dart around the room but her body stays turned toward mine.
Then her eyes are back on mine. She stares at me like she’s staring into my soul. “You… You’re, um… you’re in the band? The one throwing the party?”
Fuck.
So much for that.
“Yeah. Sinful Serenade. I’m the vocalist.” I scrutinize her expression. There’s no sign she’s full of shit. She’s nervous, sure, but she doesn’t recognize me.
Damn, the way she’s looking at me…
It’s innocent and depraved at once.
She clears her throat and takes a step backwards. “I’m looking for my friend.” Her eyes meet mine. “Kara.”
Fuck, Meg is Drew’s friend’s friend.
Which means she’s one of the only two women here I shouldn’t flirt with.
“She’s tight with some guy in your band,” Meg says. “They go way back.”
I nod. “Yeah. Drew had a lot to say about her during our last tour.”
Meg presses her lips together. “I should really find her. And go home.” She takes a step toward the party. “I have to study. You know how it is. Or maybe not, being a rock star and all. But I have a test tomorrow.” She nods an awkward goodbye and takes another step away.
“Meg.”
“Yeah?” She spins on her heels. Her eyes meet mine. Her eyes scream I’m thinking about you naked.
I motion to the couch where Drew and Kara are cuddling. “Your friend isn’t in a state to drive.”
And Drew isn’t in a state to do shit about that.
How is it I’m the responsible one in this situation?
I follow Meg to the couch.
Kara nearly jumps off the cushion to throw her arms around Meg.
Drew stares at Kara, his dark eyes wide and full of I want her out of that dress wonder.
“Are you having fun?” Kara hugs Meg. “Please, tell me you aren’t completely miserable.”
Meg relaxes into her friends arms. Though relax is relative. She’s still tense and awkward. “Only partially.”
Kara laughs. “That’s a start.”
Drew shoots me a look that says Don’t get any fucking ideas about her.
But that’s a lost cause.
I already have lots of ideas about this girl.
She’s too cute and innocent to resist.
“I’m ready to go home,” Meg says. “I can call a cab.”
“No.” Kara shakes her head. “I can drive.”
Not like this she can’t.
I let them get the whole No, I’ll drive; no you’re drunk too out of the way, then I step in.
“I can drive you two home,” I say.
Drew glares.
I stare back at him. “You’d do the same.”
He nods and settles back into his seat. He shoots me that Touch her and you die look again.
Please.
I’m not about to touch the woman my best friend is lusting after.
But Meg…
Well, I don’t take orders from anyone. Certainly not from Drew.
I turn to Kara. “Your keys?”
She pulls them from her purse. “It’s a manual.”
I smirk. “That’s fine. I know how to handle my stick.”
Miles
By the time we’re on the freeway, Drew’s friend is asleep in the back seat.
Meg crosses and uncrosses her legs. Her palms skim her short skirt. Her soft thighs.
Fuck, the girl is all legs. And I’m desperate to have them wrapped around my hips.
To have her splayed out under me, clawing at my chest, groaning my name like it’s her favorite word.
Like she’s there with me.
Which is stupid. She already has some idea of me. But, hey, try telling my cock that.
I never used to have this kind of stamina. I held my own sure, but I wasn’t ready to go an hour after fucking a groupie.
I guess that’s my head.
Once again, I’m trying to command my body. To force it to feel nothing but pleasure. To force the physical to overtake the ache in my head.
“Kara lives in Brentwood,” Meg says. “You can take the 101 to the ten to the—”
“I know.”
Her eyes flit to mine for a split second. It’s enough to turn her cheeks bright red. “You drive a lot?”
“Lived here awhile.” Since my mom died. But fuck knows I’m not thinking about that. It’s a quick trip to drown my thoughts by any means necessary.
And I’m pretty sure Meg isn’t actually aiming for some leggy virgin and big bad rock star role play.
Too bad.
I’d love to peel that skirt to her waist, run my hand over her ass, think up all sorts of ways to punish her.
Spankings to start.
Then—
There are too many possibilities.
“The Wilshire exit,” she says. “It comes up quick after the—”
“Yeah.”
“Right.”
“Should be twenty minutes.” It’s not enough time. Or maybe it’s too much. I’m not exactly good at keeping my pants zipped.
I’m safe.
I’m not hurting anyone.
Hell, I’m fulfilling all these fangirl’s fantasies. Giving them a story for all their friends.
I see them trading gossip.
Posting replays on Reddit, Facebook, Twitter, whatever.
Some Rolling Stone TMZ cross-over piece of shit magazine ran an exposé on my conquests. They tried to get some good dirt, some women talking about what a selfish cad I am, but they didn’t stick the landing.
Yeah, I sounded like a slut. A slut with skilled hands and a “gorgeous cock.”
Seriously.
A woman said that.
Don’t get me wrong. I have a love/hate relationship with the fucker. But I’m not sure I’d use the word gorgeous.
Maybe demanding.
A demanding motherfucker.
Right now, he’s begging me to ask about the cute brunette.
She was staring. But now she’s acting like she can’t stand me.
What gives?
“Anything you want to discuss?” I lower my voice to a teasing tone. Maybe she didn’t walk in on me on purpose. But she was looking. She was thinking about it.
She clears her throat, but it does nothing to stop her blush. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“You are.”
Her eyes flit to the window. She watches as we pass a row of buildings downtown. The dim lights of the city blur together. The one time LA looks beautiful. “Kara is my closest friend.” The implication is there. I’m not going to make that complicated. “I don’t know how close you and Drew are, or how long you’ll be in Los Angeles, but I figure you and I are mutual friends…” Her voice trails off, like she’s trying to convince herself of something.
She’s close enough to right.
Fuck knows Drew is going to spend all his free time with Kara and her massive tits.
“How about we agree to never discuss this again?” Her voice skips. Like she can’t bring herself to expand on this. Like she can barely even think holy fuck, I walked in on him naked, and the image is still burned into my brain.