Rock My Bed
Page 11
My eyes flick to his. “I understand. I promise I won’t mention this to her.”
He smiles, and still holds my gaze. “Thank you.”
I feel his eyes on me as I stand and walk out of the door, hating that I promised to keep this from Lanie.
Back at my desk, I fire up my computer and get to work on a couple projects Isaac gave me for the afternoon. An hour later I’m so totally absorbed in my work, the chirp from my phone causes me to jump a little.
I dig my phone up from my purse and can’t fight back the grin on my face.
Kitten,
I’m down with any rules you want to throw at me as long as the outcome ends up with me and you getting hot, sweaty and naked.
R
A thrill shoots through me. We both have exactly the same thing in mind. I’m so glad he’s not looking for more than sex with me. He’ll make the perfect one last hurrah before I start down my path to becoming a Soccer Mom—one last fling with a bad boy before I start looking out for a man like Isaac who won’t crush my heart.
RIFF
Crowds of women shove against one another in attempts to gain my attention. Cameras flash in my eyes as different arms are thrown around my neck, invading my personal space. I keep moving forward and push my way between them so I can make it up the steps backstage, where their access to me will be cut off.
A brunette yanks down her red t-shirt, effectively stretching out the neckline. “Will you sign me?”
She lowers the shirt enough for me to see a hint of her left nipple. This is her way of saying I can have her if I want. “Sure.”
I hand her Sharpie back and a frown creases into her face when I don’t say another word. I turn away and my eyes land on a fine piece of ass staring in my direction. My mind flashes back to that night in Houston when Kitten was looking at me with the same amount of curiosity. The brunette in cut-off jean shorts has killer legs, and I would love to get them wrapped around me. With any luck, she’ll have that same fire that drew me in with Kitten and I can get over this stupid obsession I have over a girl I don’t even know.
Security holds the mass of female fans behind me back and I lock eyes with Legs McGee. When she catches me staring, I give her my most cocky grin.
“Damn, you’re sexy,” I say as my eyes rake slowly over her body. She has amazing tits. Tits are totally my weak spot on a woman.
Her eyes narrow as I stare at her chest openly. I try to make it very clear to women what I want from them, that way there’s no misunderstanding between us. I don’t do relationships.
She’s glaring at me like she wants to kill me, which only makes me smirk. I love it when they play hard-to-get. I reach into my back pocket and pull out a ticket. She’s earned it, and she’ll make a great distraction. “This golden ticket grants you access into my pants when our set is over. Hold on to it tight and give it to security that guards the buses. They’ll let you through. I only give away one or two of those a night. Consider yourself a lucky lady.”
I stuff the paper into her hand, and she flinches at my touch.
Odd, that’s not the typical reaction I get from a girl.
Leggy Hottie shakes her head and attempts to hand me back the paper. “No thanks.”
“Not interested?” I laugh. She’s hot and funny. “Sweetie, that’s cute, but you don’t have to play hard to get. I know why you’re back here, and I can guarantee there’s no better time to be had than the one you’re going to get with me.”
Time to up the charm factor.
I lick my lips and allow my fingertips to trace the skin on her bare arm.
Suddenly, she slams the ticket into my chest with enough force I actually flinch. “I’m waiting for someone, you asshole. I’m not some random fucking groupie.”
Whoa. I raise my eyebrows. That wasn’t exactly the reaction I had in mind. This girl may not be playing. She actually seems kind of pissed, which makes the challenge of bedding her even more appealing. I allow my typical panty-dropping grin to return to my face as I relax and brush off her harsh words. “You’re feisty. I like that.” I tilt my head and study her. She’s stunning and would’ve made an awesome notch on my belt. “What a shame. We could’ve been pretty awesome together tonight. You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
I step back and allow the piece of paper fall to the ground in case she decides she wants to use it after all. It lands between us by our feet and I wink at her before I turn and walk away.
What are the odds of running into a woman who reminds me a lot of Kitten? I hope I’m not turning into one of those saps that try to make every girl in the world seem like the one girl they really want. That would be pathetic.
I shake my head and roll my eyes at my own thoughts as I continue backstage to get ready for my show. I need to get laid, bad. I’m starting to feel emotions, and I don’t like that shit. Emotions are bad, very bad. I have to get Kitten out of my mind.
After Black Falcon’s set we all hang out with the roadies and the opening act, Embrace the Darkness, backstage. That’s one thing about being a rocker. You’re never alone. There’s always people who adore you and hang on your every word around. Take this chick on my lap for example. All it took for her to come to me was a crook of the finger.
The blonde giggles as I slip my hand into the waist band of her jeans. This one, like most of the others, offered no challenge when I pulled out a golden ticket. She eagerly accepted and offered to drop to her knees and blow me on the spot, which was a little awkward considering we were in a crowd of people.
He smiles, and still holds my gaze. “Thank you.”
I feel his eyes on me as I stand and walk out of the door, hating that I promised to keep this from Lanie.
Back at my desk, I fire up my computer and get to work on a couple projects Isaac gave me for the afternoon. An hour later I’m so totally absorbed in my work, the chirp from my phone causes me to jump a little.
I dig my phone up from my purse and can’t fight back the grin on my face.
Kitten,
I’m down with any rules you want to throw at me as long as the outcome ends up with me and you getting hot, sweaty and naked.
R
A thrill shoots through me. We both have exactly the same thing in mind. I’m so glad he’s not looking for more than sex with me. He’ll make the perfect one last hurrah before I start down my path to becoming a Soccer Mom—one last fling with a bad boy before I start looking out for a man like Isaac who won’t crush my heart.
RIFF
Crowds of women shove against one another in attempts to gain my attention. Cameras flash in my eyes as different arms are thrown around my neck, invading my personal space. I keep moving forward and push my way between them so I can make it up the steps backstage, where their access to me will be cut off.
A brunette yanks down her red t-shirt, effectively stretching out the neckline. “Will you sign me?”
She lowers the shirt enough for me to see a hint of her left nipple. This is her way of saying I can have her if I want. “Sure.”
I hand her Sharpie back and a frown creases into her face when I don’t say another word. I turn away and my eyes land on a fine piece of ass staring in my direction. My mind flashes back to that night in Houston when Kitten was looking at me with the same amount of curiosity. The brunette in cut-off jean shorts has killer legs, and I would love to get them wrapped around me. With any luck, she’ll have that same fire that drew me in with Kitten and I can get over this stupid obsession I have over a girl I don’t even know.
Security holds the mass of female fans behind me back and I lock eyes with Legs McGee. When she catches me staring, I give her my most cocky grin.
“Damn, you’re sexy,” I say as my eyes rake slowly over her body. She has amazing tits. Tits are totally my weak spot on a woman.
Her eyes narrow as I stare at her chest openly. I try to make it very clear to women what I want from them, that way there’s no misunderstanding between us. I don’t do relationships.
She’s glaring at me like she wants to kill me, which only makes me smirk. I love it when they play hard-to-get. I reach into my back pocket and pull out a ticket. She’s earned it, and she’ll make a great distraction. “This golden ticket grants you access into my pants when our set is over. Hold on to it tight and give it to security that guards the buses. They’ll let you through. I only give away one or two of those a night. Consider yourself a lucky lady.”
I stuff the paper into her hand, and she flinches at my touch.
Odd, that’s not the typical reaction I get from a girl.
Leggy Hottie shakes her head and attempts to hand me back the paper. “No thanks.”
“Not interested?” I laugh. She’s hot and funny. “Sweetie, that’s cute, but you don’t have to play hard to get. I know why you’re back here, and I can guarantee there’s no better time to be had than the one you’re going to get with me.”
Time to up the charm factor.
I lick my lips and allow my fingertips to trace the skin on her bare arm.
Suddenly, she slams the ticket into my chest with enough force I actually flinch. “I’m waiting for someone, you asshole. I’m not some random fucking groupie.”
Whoa. I raise my eyebrows. That wasn’t exactly the reaction I had in mind. This girl may not be playing. She actually seems kind of pissed, which makes the challenge of bedding her even more appealing. I allow my typical panty-dropping grin to return to my face as I relax and brush off her harsh words. “You’re feisty. I like that.” I tilt my head and study her. She’s stunning and would’ve made an awesome notch on my belt. “What a shame. We could’ve been pretty awesome together tonight. You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
I step back and allow the piece of paper fall to the ground in case she decides she wants to use it after all. It lands between us by our feet and I wink at her before I turn and walk away.
What are the odds of running into a woman who reminds me a lot of Kitten? I hope I’m not turning into one of those saps that try to make every girl in the world seem like the one girl they really want. That would be pathetic.
I shake my head and roll my eyes at my own thoughts as I continue backstage to get ready for my show. I need to get laid, bad. I’m starting to feel emotions, and I don’t like that shit. Emotions are bad, very bad. I have to get Kitten out of my mind.
After Black Falcon’s set we all hang out with the roadies and the opening act, Embrace the Darkness, backstage. That’s one thing about being a rocker. You’re never alone. There’s always people who adore you and hang on your every word around. Take this chick on my lap for example. All it took for her to come to me was a crook of the finger.
The blonde giggles as I slip my hand into the waist band of her jeans. This one, like most of the others, offered no challenge when I pulled out a golden ticket. She eagerly accepted and offered to drop to her knees and blow me on the spot, which was a little awkward considering we were in a crowd of people.
