Page 18 of Sing for Me
Everywhere except the table in the corner. That's top shelf shit and it's going fast.
Someone brushes up against me. A woman. It's not an accident. I don't have to look at her to know that. I can tell from the way her hand curls around my forearm.
"Oh my God. Are you really Miles Webb?" She moves closer. "I'm ahugefan."
I pull my eyes away from the booze to look at her. She's a cute blond with her fake tits on full display.
She stares up into my eyes. "I don't do threesomes."
Damn. Does she really think I’m scouting for a third just because I’m no longer staring at her tits?
She does.
I shoot her a panty-melting look and let my voice drop to a seductive tone. I'm teasing her for that. "What if I invite Tom?"
Her expression gets hungry. Greedy. She giggles. "Not with other girls. But if you want to invite one of your bandmates..."
I don't like the tone of her voice.
I don't do the rock star fantasy thing. She can have sex with me. She can't have sex with the hot guy she saw in a music video.
This is only happening if we're bothinit.
But fuck, that table in the corner is calling my name...
Better this thanthat.
I slide my arm around her waist and nod to the stairs. "What's your name honey?"
"Stephanie."
I lead her through the crowd. Fuck knows I want this to be the kind of sex that gets me screaming her name.
This needs to be something real.
But from the way she's pawing at my arm like I'm a fancy trophy...
Shit, I should invite Tom to watch. At least that would be interesting. But he's lost in the fray.
Drew too. Not that he'd ever accept that invitation.
Pete's always down to watch, or at least listen, when he and his girlfriend are in theoffphase of their on/off drama shit.
But shit, they're on right now.
And he's off someplace.
Which means it's just me and Stephanie.
Just our bodies.
I lead her into my room.
Onto my bed.
Out of her clothes.
She tugs my t-shirt over my head. Pulls my jeans and boxers to my feet. Then she's dropping to her knees.
