Page 29 of Forever and Ever

Rome:Strip club tonight

Noah:When did you get home?

Rome:Just walked in the door

Noah:Shouldn’t you be unpacking

Rome:Don’t bitch about it, just show up.

He attaches a GIF of two shirtless women making out.

Fucking Rome, the guy is out of control lately. Not like Sebastian was when he went on his yearlong bender, but almost. He’s never not surrounded by people, and I can’t help but think there’s more to that than him just being bored.

Noah:Where?

Rome:Vixen City @ 11

Noah:I’ll be there

I turn on the shower as hot as I can handle it and strip out of the rest of my clothes. My dick is half hard from Merry’s lace-covered tits, and if I don’t do something about it, I’ll be busting a nut in my jeans at the strip club, embarrassing myself.

Although, when I think about it, a strip club has never sounded so unappealing. If I didn’t think Rome needed a babysitter to make sure he shows up to our band meeting tomorrow, I probably wouldn’t have even agreed.

I’m exhausted from touring and still haven’t processed the pessimistic brunette that is causing chaos in my brain and in my house. The last thing I need right now is a night out when I’m already on edge.

But I need to find a way to keep myself busy if Merry’s going to be staying under my roof. And a room full of tits might be the only way to do it.

9

Noah

FiveminutesinandI’m already covered in glitter. At least it’s worth it for the distraction of the perfect pair of DDs in my face.

The nice thing about being a rock star is you don’t have to fight for attention. The second Rome, Adrian, and I walked inside Vixen City we were taken to a room with a private stage and the finest girls in the place. They know we’ll spend money and have no problem helping us do it.

Living the dream, as Rome would say.

A girl in nothing but a G-string twirls around a pole in a way that will make any man’s dick stand at attention. Then there’s the girl in my lap twisting her hips against my cock like her life depends on it.

But I’m just not feeling the scene tonight, because it’s the same thing playing on repeat again and again since the day the band made it big.

I really sound like a dick for complaining. But I’ve seen it all before—which, in and of itself, is a douche thing to say. After all, most guys can only dream of getting this much pussy without having to work for it. But after a while, a tit is a tit, and a chick is a chick. They all run together, and it gets old.

Rome’s working on the sexy little redhead who’s grinding against him, and Adrian’s sitting stripper-free beside us. If I seem somewhat uninterested, Adrian looks entirely checked out. He’s probably only here for the same reason I am—to keep a leash on Rome.

Adrian is so fucking uptight lately. Back when we first made it big, he used to party with us. He had no problem popping a few pills and joining in on whoever was down to fuck. But as time went on, things changed, and I’m not quite sure what caused it. He grew colder, more focused. And now when he goes out, he usually limits himself to a couple of drinks while playing babysitter.

“So, what’s this shit I hear about Merry staying with you?” Rome says, staring at the ass of the girl who’s bent over between his legs.

“What about it?”

“Really dude?” He looks over at me and cocks an eyebrow before taking a long drag of his joint.

“Really.”

Rome chuckles and smacks the stripper on the ass. If he was anyone else, she’d probably be pissed. But he’s Rome Moreno, and the way she looks back at him makes it clear she doesn’t mind. Probably even wants a little more.

“Give us some space, sweetheart,” Rome says to the stripper. She pouts at him, so he wraps his hands around her waist. “Don’t worry, we’ve got all night. And next time you’re in my lap, I want these off.”

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