Page 19 of Sixty Days Of Summer

“No way,” I reply firmly, my voice resolute. I’ve heard her scream my name more times than I can count, watched her come undone orgasm after orgasm, and there’s no way in hell I’m reliving that every time I see her on tour. But I’m not about to share any of that with these guys.

Theo heads over to the fridge and yanks it open. “Back in the day, Scar and Nate would go head-to-head in these little beat battles. The whole point of the game was to see who could make the sickest beat.” He snatches two beers and slams the door shut before returning to the table. “Nate’s pretty damn good, but sometimes Scar would beat him. Think about it, man. She plays just like Nate, and she’s just as fucking good. If Nate can’t make it, who better to step in than someone who learned from him and can actually beat him?”

“Here you go, Xander,” Theo says, handing Xander a cold beer, then shifting his focus towards me. “See, asshole, this is what being polite looks like.” He pops the cap off his beer, sending it flying in my direction. “So, what do you guys think?”

I grab my beer from the table and take a long swig, purposely avoiding Xander’s gaze so Theo doesn’t pick up on anything. I know how he operates—if he puts two and two together, Nate will hear about it before the day’s over.

“No fucking way,” Xander says, and I can practically see the gears turning in his head. He’s worried it’ll lead to trouble, that I won’t be able to keep it in my pants. But he doesn’t need to stress. I’m not going down that road again. Once we’re on tour, there’ll be groupies lined up, and I’ll be damned if I let anything complicate that.

“Ace,” Theo says, his voice snapping me back to reality.

“I’m with Xander on this. I don’t think she’s a good fit,” I reply, but Theo continues talking as if my words hold no weight.

“Seriously, who else can we find last minute? Scarlet’s here, with nothing better to do, and she’s got the time. What other options do we have, for fuck sake? It’s either Scarlet or we let Lionel, and the media make us look like we can’t handle shit ourselves. It’s a fucking no-brainer. Why can’t you dickheads see that?” He leans back, glaring at Xander and me. “I’m telling you, she’s fucking amazing, just like Nate. I wouldn’t say it if she couldn’t handle it, you know?”

Frustration etched on his face, Xander runs a hand through his disheveled hair. "I get it, but there’s more to it than just filling the spot. We’re talking about chemistry and the vibe we’ve put so much work into.”

“Exactly! And if Scarlet can keep that vibe, we should at least give her a shot,” Theo says, standing his ground.

Xander’s gaze lingers on his untouched beer, and I can almost sense the wheels turning in his head. He was so excited to give Walter his big break on tour, and now this whole mess has thrown a wrench in the plans. Finally, he looks up at me, studying my face briefly before turning his attention back to Theo.

“Where the hell is Scarlet, anyway?” Xander asks.

"She’s at the hospital with her parents. She’ll be back soon. Guys, trust me, she’s the only one who can pull this off. And hey, she knows all of us. She’s like our little sister.”

Theo's words hit hard, making it tough to swallow. I take another swig of my beer, desperate to silence the thoughts swirling in my mind.

“If we do this,” Xander starts, and I immediately shoot him a glare that could cut through steel.

Are you fucking kidding me? After all the shit he’s thrown my way, he’s actually considering it? I sit there, dumbfounded, listening to Xander weigh the pros and cons.

“We need someone who can handle the pressure. If she’s got what it takes, it might work,” he says, and my heart starts racing for some reason. "I’m not saying we are, but how do you think she’ll handle the media? You know what those fuckers are like?”

“She can totally handle it,” Theo says. “Even if you bring up replacing Nate, the media won’t give two shits after what Grumpy Pants did yesterday.” I can’t help but feel even more pissed off as his eyes meet mine, his smirk mocking me. “That’s gonna be the only thing anyone talks about for weeks. They wanted a scoop. And you gave them one hell of a fucking scoop.”

As he laughs, I can feel the irritation building, knowing that he is thoroughly enjoying getting under my skin.

I stand up, feeling the frustration coursing through my veins. “Fuck you, asshole,” I respond sharply.

“Hey, come on, man, I was just fucking with you,” he calls out, his voice still laced with laughter.

I storm out of Theo’s house, cursing under my breath as his laughter fills the air, intensifying my irritation.

I’m on the verge of going back in there and punching Theo in the face to make him shut the fuck up. Instead, I flop down on the front steps and bury my face in my hands. What the hell arewe even doing? Everything’s going to shit. Maybe we’re not cut out for this. Perhaps Lionel was onto something. We’ll fucking crumble without him.

I can’t even get my head straight to finish editing the album. How on earth am I supposed to get in the zone with all this shit weighing me down? The pressure is suffocating, and the thought of letting Nate down continues to eat at me. We’ve come too far to let it all slip away now. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside, but it feels impossible.

When I hear the metal gates at the end of the driveway creak open, I instinctively lift my head. Scarlet walks in, her head down as she digs through her handbag. She catches my attention right away—her tight top showing off every curve, those tattooed arms on full display, and her short denim skirt that highlights her slender legs. The same legs that were wrapped around me while I was eating her out.

My cock twitches just thinking about it, remembering how she grabbed my hair and rode me hard. I can’t stop staring as she heads my way. The memory of her letting go lingers in my mind, unable to be forgotten. All I want is to plunge back in and hear her scream, just like before. But I know I need to cut this shit out. She’s Nate’s sister, and this kind of thinking is exactly what got me into this mess.

I try to clear my head, focusing on anything—anything but her. If she steps in as Nate’s replacement, I don’t know how I’ll be able to control these overwhelming thoughts. How the fuck am I supposed to avoid her? I’m used to having a handful of groupies eager to please, but none of them gets me going the way she does.

As she continues up the driveway, all I can think about is having her naked and spread out on my bed again. The way she squirmed beneath me, the symphony of her pleasure-filled cries—it’s all too much to handle right now. I shift uncomfortably,forcing my gaze to the ground, trying to will my mind to shut the hell up. But every step she takes draws me deeper into that dangerous territory.

My eyes, despite my best efforts, lift to watch her. When her gaze finally meets mine, she hesitates for a moment, and I can sense the tension in the air. My gaze shamelessly roams over her body as she walks over, taking in every detail.

I catch her swallowing hard, and it brings a mischievous smirk to my face. Good, I’m getting to her, just like she’s getting to me. It’s a dangerous game we’re playing, and with every step she takes closer, the allure becomes harder to resist. She might be Nate’s sister, but right now, all I can think about is how badly I want to fuck her again.

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