“No choice, Miranda. Look at the way things ended up.”
“And how’s that?”
I smiled. “I don’t need to dance in the past anymore. You know what you did. I know what I allowed to have happen. It’s really that simple. But if I have to say it, you were a shit friend. From day one. You set your sights on me and used me when it was convenient. You knew I was loyal and you knew you could tell me anything. Then you turned that into using me. I let it all happen though. Until one day…”
“You fucked Liam,” she said.
“No. I knew this before I fucked Liam.”
Miranda gasped. Her lip slowly began to curl.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“I want you to know something,” Miranda said. “I came here to kick you out. I want you gone from this place. Right now. The lease is ripped up. I don’t care anymore. I’d rather lose money than see you here.”
I laughed. “That’s cute, Miranda. I already shut the place down. I have a real estate person and a lawyer at my disposal. The lease you made me sign was bullshit. You probably printed it online and just assumed I would sign it and pay you what I said. Which I did. Until now. I’m leaving, Miranda. You’re not kicking me out. And if you say otherwise, then I will call that lawyer of mine and he will call in favors and I will sue you and ruin your career and your life. Understand?”
Miranda’s eyes widened. “Wow.”
“I’ll ask again,” I said. “Do you understand?”
“Yeah,” Miranda said.
“Good. Then we’re done here.”
I walked toward Miranda and then around her.
“You’re a fucking bitch, Emily,” she said.
“I know,” I said.
At the front door, I looked back.
Miranda was looking back.
We nodded to each other.
I walked out of the building, knowing I’d never be back in there again.
And I’d never see Miranda again.
What did I actually care though…
I had Liam.
I had my music.
I had myself.
Chapter Forty-Five
Liam
I looked at the bed and then at the bathroom.
The door was opened a few inches.
I heard the water running.
As I approached, the sound of the rushing water was replaced by the sound of Emily singing.
Tonight was her big show.
Just her up on stage.
I was excited and nervous for her at the same time.
I told her if she wanted, I would gladly get up on stage and sing first to warm up the crowd.
She told me if I did that she would have Carla do something to me.
Chop, chop…
I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but I could have taken a pretty accurate guess.
Ouch.
I pushed open the bathroom door and listened for a few more seconds.
The problem was that as good as Emily was at singing, seeing the silhouette of her body through the frosted shower door made me want to hear her make other noises.
So I took off my shirt and pants then opened the door and stepped inside.
Emily smiled when she saw me.
She put her head back and finished rinsing her hair.
My eyes scanned down her body, watching the last few suds caress her breasts down to her stomach then to her left leg and…
My eyes moved back up to her breasts again.
I wasn’t in the shower to watch soap go down the drain.
I inched closer to her and she put her hand out.
“I’m your groupie,” I said. “Remember?”
“You’re too commanding,” she said. “I’m supposed to boss you around. And I have a show tonight. I can’t be caught up in wild sex beforehand.”
“I beg to differ, babe,” I said. “You don’t want to walk across the stage all pent up and worried. Let me relax you…”
I reached forward with my right hand and grazed my fingertips between her legs.
She sighed and thrust her hips toward me.
“Fuck,” she growled.
“I’m the worst person ever, aren’t I?” I whispered.
She grabbed my wrist. “The absolute worst.”
She pulled at my wrist and put my hand to the small of her back.
That forced me to step closer to her.
Her right hand touched my cock.
I sucked in a breath and held it.
She slid her hand along the thick bottom of my cock, all the way to the tip. Her thumb stroked over the head of my cock and she smiled at me.
“I don’t think we have time for foreplay, Em,” I said.
“No, we don’t,” she said. “So make your move, groupie.”
My right hand moved to the back of her left leg and I pulled.
She put her leg up in the shower and I bent my knees, gently rubbing my thickness against her slit. Back and forth, feeling a new kind of wet warmth overtake her body and mine.
With my left hand, I touched the back of her neck and made sure she stared me in the eyes as I began to fuck her.
I guided myself slowly, inch by inch, deep into her body.
I then moved faster… each thrust with more force than the previous one.
Emily grabbed my shoulders and pulled at me.
I kissed her, then picked her up.
Her legs wrapped around me.
I walked her into the water and then against the tiled wall.
I really fucking hoped this became a pre-show ritual for us.
“You bought me a new guitar?” Emily asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “You were talking about it. You showed me what you wanted.”
“Liam. That was just… I was just…” She looked at me, shocked. “You…”
“You deserve it, babe,” I said. “I don’t know anything about guitars. But you said this had a bigger sound. And it played better.”
“I would fuck you right now if we didn’t just fuck in the shower,” she said.
I looked down at my towel and slowly opened it. “Oh, look, my cock is getting hard again…”
She pointed. “Keep that monster calm. I have to get ready.”
Emily dropped her towel and walked toward the bathroom.
“What the hell, Em?” I called out. “That’s not fair.”
“I have to keep you wanting it,” she said.
“Oh, believe me, I fucking want it,” I said.
She looked back and smiled. “Thank you for everything, Liam. Not just the guitar. But everything. I don’t think I can ever explain it all… or actually thank you enough.”
“You can thank me right now, babe,” I said. “Just turn and strut your way right back here.”
My cock ached for her, even though I was just inside her a few minutes ago.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
Emily went into the bathroom and shut the door.
I looked down at my cock.
Half hard.
I looked at the guitar.
I laughed.
Emily was the rock star.
I was her whore.
The place was busy.
The owner - Ernie - made sure we had a big table at the front corner of the stage.
Ember was there.
Lucy was there too. With some guy.