Page 66 of How to Catch a Rockstar

The rest of the band joins me and Fender on the sofa and the fans gather behind us. The photographer quickly snaps a few shots. When he’s finished, he nods to Aurora.

“You have thirty minutes to ask the band questions,” she says before leaving the room.

I try to watch her leave but several female fans block my view.

“Hi, Jett.” A woman draws a fingernail down my chest. Her touch feels wrong. But I allow it. I need to get over Aurora somehow.

Another woman licks her lips as her gaze rakes over my body. I lock my muscles before I retch at the predatory way she sizes me up. “I’m Shannon.”

“And I’m Cherie,” the first woman says.

“I’m willing to share if you are,” Shannon offers.

Cherie bites her bottom lip. “There is a lot to share.”

I wrap one arm around Cherie and one around Shannon. “I know just the place.”

I lead them toward the door. I can practically feel the gazes of my bandmates on my back. But I ignore the burn. Despite what they think, they don’t know what’s best for me.

Cherie and Shannon drape themselves over me as we walk down the hallway. I open the second door we come to. It’s a smaller version of the room we were just in.

“Now,” I say as I nudge the women away from me. “Why don’t the two of you give me a show to start with?”

And give me some time to warm up to the idea of touching a woman who isn’t Aurora.

Cherie whips off her top to reveal a pink lace bra. It barely contains her breasts. Not to be outdone, Shannon removes her t-shirt and her skirt.

This show is going entirely too quickly for my liking. I dig out my phone and find some music. I hit play and motion for them to dance. Without missing a beat, the women begin grinding against each other.

Now we’re talking. I lean back on the sofa and get comfortable.

I enjoy watching the women kiss and lick each other. Except neither one has long, curly blonde hair. Or light green eyes. Or a smile that can get her anything she wants.

I rub a hand down my face. I’m supposed to be getting Aurora out of my mind. Not fantasizing about her while watching two women go at it.

My cock doesn’t care. It’s not interested in either one of these women. It wants Aurora. If it could huff and glance away, it would.

Fuck. This isn’t working. I stand with the intent to stop this charade.

The women think otherwise. They squeal and throw themselves at me. Their hands on me feel wrong. I bat them away.

This isn’t what I want. Who I want.

Fucking hell. If I can’t be with other women, there’s only one thing to do. I need to take a chance on Aurora. The woman I do want. The one I long for. The one I can’t live without.

The door opens and I glance over.

Shit. Aurora is here. Her eyes flash with pain before they harden. If she could spit swords at me with her eyes, I’d be holier than a block of Swiss cheese.

“I should have known,” she grits out. “You’re an asshole. I hope you get every STD in the book and your dick falls off.”

“Wait!” I holler after her when she whirls around to leave.

She peeks at me over her shoulder. “Wait for what? You want to give me a show? I’ll pass.”

“This isn’t what it appears to be.”

She lifts an eyebrow. “Really? I’m hallucinating again? There aren’t two half-naked women rubbing all over you as if they’re convinced you’re a magic lamp about to give them three wishes?”

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