Page 19 of Sing for Me
I let my thoughts slip away for long enough for it to feel good.
I slip on a condom, throw her onto the bed, get behind her.
But the way she's grunting already, without me even touching her—
Fuck, this is bullshit.
My body is responding, but my head is off some other place, and it's not coming back.
I’m tempted to call this off now, but I’m not going to be a selfish fuck.
I press my eyelids together, and stop trying to push my thoughts away. It's almost fucking working when the door opens.
That must be the no-longer-M.I.A. bassist.
Only it's not.
It's a woman. She's staring.
Staring and blushing.
Stephanie shrieks. She scrambles off the bed and pulls a sheet over her chest.
The newcomer stares.
"Miles," Stephanie whines. "You fucker! I told you I don't do threesomes."
It's too bad. The way this woman's brown eyes are lighting up as she stares is intriguing as all hell.
A hundred bucks says Stephanie will stick around if I ask this woman to watch.
Fuck, I'm considering it.
But the way she's staring... she looks more dumbstruck than anything.
I raise a brow. "You mind?"
She barely manages to take her eyes off my cock for long enough to offer an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry." She presses her lips together. "Excuse me. I thought this was the bathroom."
Sure, she did. It's a bad excuse, but if I'm going to have bullshit sex, I might as well do something fun. The clueless fan being punished by the big, bad rock star...
Could be interesting.
I nod to the hall. "Next door on the left."
Her gaze goes back to my cock. Again, she blushes.
Again, she barely manages to pull her eyes away from my hard-on.
***
Twenty minutes later, I'm washed up and back to mingling. The Steele brothers are nowhere to be seen, but Drew's on the couch. With his friend. The two of them are drunk off their asses, but given the way she's cozying up next to him—well, I hope he took my advice about clearing his bed.
A redhead in a tight dress and high heels paws at my arm. She shoots me thatplease fulfill my rock star fantasieslook.
I used to get off on that kind of adoration, but it doesn't do shit for me anymore.
