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Marci’s moans as Issax pounded her into the sheets, Randall and a couple groupies slurping each other just inches away from us.

The feel of his sweaty, clammy skin underneath my palms, the way he took me, arching himself back on my cock like he liked it.

I liked it, even though I never told him that. But I supposed, that was the drugs and the vodka talking.

I grab my cock, trying to stifle the memory along with my sudden hardness, but it’s no use.

I sigh in exasperation, knowing full well I did this to myself, and there’s only one way to quiet the snake.

I ease my hand into my pants as I close my eyes, and let the memory fill me, let myself reminisce.

I’ve had a lot of sex in my fifty-five years of life, but I swear that night... that was the pinnacle. For both of us.

Afterward, when I woke up the next day, I felt hungover as shit, but I wasn’t embarrassed.

Issax wanted to forget about it, and I didn’t have the heart to argue with him. I didn’t think it mattered, since it was a one time thing, and we were all off our rockers.

I told him it didn’t mean anything. We were all fucked up, that night.

But I never forgot about it, and neither did my wife.

I grunt out my release, keeping my voice down if only because I don’t want to wake Bobby, but also because of the guilt.

That I still thought about Tucson of ‘92 and my wife as my ultimate fantasy, even though it happened over thirty years ago.

That once I could’ve blinked and picked out someone to service my dick, but now... now, I’m reduced to jacking off in my man cave, quietly, in the middle of the night.

Maybe my family is right. Maybe I do need to get out there again, start dating.

Maybe Lou is right, maybe I need to get back in the fray and find the rockstar I once was.

If I can find him—the young, confident and happy man I see on my wall—again, maybe I could venture out into the world again.

Start playing more, maybe even start dating.

If Felix Hart and his antics don’t kill me first, that is.

CHAPTER 6

Felix

“Get dressed.You’ve gotThe Morning Riseinterview in two hours,” Lou gripes, throwing a heavy bag at me. It hits me right in the stomach, which makes me feel a bit queasy.

I open my eyes, blinking through the bright sunlight filtering in through my living room windows. I can hear Samson, my cat—er, Sully’s cat—meowing in the distance as Lou curses something about pesky felines.

My hands settle on a newspaper on top of the bag, and my eyes widen upon the headline.

Felix Hart Assaults Bandmate.

Immediately, the events of last night come crawling back to my brain. Remembering drinking with Jinger. Seeing Sully and some fucking fan or groupie...

My head throbs as I groan.

I pull the heavy bag off of me, peering in to see brand new clothes with the tags still on them.

I sigh, throwing them on the floor. My head is killing me something fierce.

“Do you have to fucking yell?” I grumble as I sit up.

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