Page 52 of Living on the Edge

In the meantime, I’m trying to navigate new territory with the band.

We’ve always been tight knit, our friendship trumping everything else. We’ve gone through a lot to get to where we are now, battling dozens of music industry hurdles. I thought we were solid.

Until I fucked it up.

What do I have to do to get us past this?

I don’t have any answers, which frustrates me because all I want is to figure out how to make Jonny and the others forgive me.

One good thing is that the guys from Nobody’s Fool have been polite, not showing any outward signs that they’re upset with me, but it’s hard to know for sure. My guess is that as long as it doesn’t impact the tour, they don’t care one way or the other.

Sasha has told me repeatedly that everything is going to be okay, but it doesn’t feel like it. I’ve never seen Jonny this upset about something, and the other guys are a lot more subdued than usual.

My family isn’t happy either, but they’re the least of my worries. They’re never happy with me, so that’s just par for the course.

This shit with the band hits harder.

I spend my nights alone now, in my room catching up on sleep or sometimes drinking with Bobby at the bar.

Ryleigh is keeping a wide berth, which is exactly what I wanted.

Except it’s not.

The memories of her screaming my name.

The look in her eyes as she deep throated me.

How it felt when her pussy squeezed my cock as she got off.

I jerk off to those memories every damn night, and it’s been impossible to stop thinking about her—and the night we spent together.

I want her.

Again.

More.

So much it’s driving me batshit crazy.

But for once in my life, I need to do something selfless.

Ryleigh doesn’t need to get caught up in my shit show of a life any more than she already is. She’s here to do a job, and I don’t want to do anything that might impact that.

Besides, I’m sure she hasn’t given me a second thought since I unceremoniously walked out after I fucked her.

Women don’t like that.

Hell, I don’t even really like it.

I was just a bit overwhelmed by how good it was.

And that doesn’t happen to me.

Well, it’s never happenedbefore.

“Hello, mate.”

I’m sitting at the bar and Stu Killorn, Nobody’s Fool’s lead guitarist, sits down next to me. He’s Scottish and his accent is pretty thick, despite living in the US for almost a decade now.

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