Page 16 of Tortured Tones

I smirked. “You really want to know that?”

“Yes.”

I got up in Ava’s face. She didn’t flinch at the stench of vodka on my breath. “I’m going with Min. Somewhere to...you know...” Did I really have to spell it out?

Ava dipped her chin.

Good. No spelling required.

I hooked my arm around Min’s shoulders, and we staggered across the floor. But Ava followed. Crap. She really was my shadow. They hadn’t been lying about that. So be it.

My hazy eyes struggled to focus in the dimly lit corridor that led to the restrooms. We passed the men’s and ladies’ toilets and stopped in front of the handicap bathroom. But just as I swung the door open, Ava tapped me on the shoulder and stepped in front of me. She peered inside the restroom as if she was making sure it was safe. She then nodded and stepped outside.

I threw Ava a smirk. “Won’t be long.”

“Fine.” She dipped her chin again and didn’t even flutter an eyelash as she turned and stood on guard.

I shut and locked the door behind me. Fuck. Focus. On Min.

Before I had the chance to gather my wits, Min pinned me against the side wall, undid my jeans, and fell to her knees. Oh. God. Yes. This was what I needed to let off some steam. Closing my eyes, I rested my head back against the tiles. Min took me in her mouth and worked her magic. So. Fucking. Good.

But Ava’s voice drifted through the door. “Becks. I’m just down the corridor . . . I’m outside the handicap bathroom . . . Yep . . . The joys of the job . . . He better not be a noisy fucker . . . I don’t want to hear it.”

I winced as I concentrated on Min. I swirled my hair through her silky hair, thrust into her mouth. Min’s hot, wet tongue licked, lapped and sucked me. So hot. I clenched my jaw, trying not to make a sound. For Ava’s sake...Fuck. She was a few feet away on the other side of the door. Why was she messing with my mind?

Shit. Hissing my breath through my teeth, I pulsed my hips, driving my cock into Min’s mouth time and time again. Heat coursed through my veins. My pulse quickened. Tension tightened my balls. “That’s it, baby.” She took me deeper and sucked harder as she massaged my nuts with one hand and pumped my dick with the other one. Oh, shit yeah.

I spilled into her throat, throbbing and quaking with my release. Stress dissipated from my body in slow delectable waves, but then it slammed back into place with a thump. Fuck...I didn’t feel any better.

I thudded my head against the wall, twice.

I glanced at my watch. 1:24.

Less than twelve hours until I got my kid. Crap.

I needed more vodka.

But first...I helped Min stand, spun her ’round and pinned her against the wall. “Baby, that was hot.” I slipped my hand beneath her dress, stroked the front of her panties, ready to get her off and fuck her hard, but she stepped away from me.

“You’re always fun.” She wriggled her dress straight. “But we’d better go. The girls will be looking for me.”

“But I want to make you come.” I always reciprocated. Always.

“I’m okay. Next time.” She stepped over to the basin, rinsed her mouth, then combed her fingers through her hair. I zipped up my jeans. She slinked toward me, grabbed my hand, and opened the door. “Let’s go.”

Ava stepped to the side, giving us a clear path. Her mouth twitched with a that-was-quick smirk, but it rapidly returned to a flat line.

Hand in hand, I led Min back to our seats. The minute we joined her friends, Min laughed, giggled, and hugged them. Who was I to complain if she was happy?

But then she glanced down to the main bar. She pursed her lips, then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, but we have to go. Our dates have just arrived.”

“Your dates?” The words punched me in the guts.

Cute wrinkles formed on the bridge of her nose. “Yeah. What goes on tour, stays on tour.” She linked arms with Isla and twinkled her fingers at me. “Love you. I’ll call you next time I’m in town. Bye.”

Damn! She just blew me and was off to meet some other guy? I loved one-night stands. I had a cell phone full of girls I could call for casual hookups. I didn’t care about sleeping with chicks who just wanted to live out their I’ve-slept-with-a-rock-star fantasy. I was happy to oblige. But I rarely was with more than one girl on any given night. Min was as bad...or as good...as me. I’d gotten a blowjob. I should’ve been stoked. Why wasn’t I?

I sank onto the seat beside Slip and drank a mouthful of vodka straight from the bottle. He was busy texting somebody. Was it Maddy? Flint and Sutton sat nearby, talking to other partygoers. Lewis and Tia were mingling too. Me?...Fuck. I was alone.

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