Page 432 of Rock Me All Night
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After a quiet brunch, Tom leaves for the band's afternoon TV appearance. Kara and Meg's graduation is tomorrow. We're flying back to Los Angeles tonight.
Around dinnertime, a limo picks me up at the hotel. The guys are already inside. Already bantering.
It's a real party machine. Tom sits next to the mini-bar, guarding it.
No one else seems interested in the mini bottles of liquor, but that does nothing to lessen Tom's guard dog stance. He keeps one hand on top of the handle. The expression on his face saysdon't even try it.
"Shit, really thought you'd lose the stick up your ass after you came. What happened? Don't tell me that woman turned you down. She looked like she was gonna drag you to the manager's office and throw you on the desk." Miles drifts into a memory.
Pete has one eye on their conversation. The other is on his phone. He shakes his head like he can't believe how ridiculous his band mates are.
Drew, on the other hand, is not even remotely here. He stares out the tinted windows, lost in thought.
Miles reaches for the liquor cabinet, taunting Tom. It earns him a slap on the wrist. His next taunt earns him a slap on the forearm.
"Whiskey dick? You were pounding those shots. Happens to the best of us. Or so I hear." Miles smiles.
Tom rolls his eyes. "I had sex with a woman last night, yes. I came once. She came three times. Do you need any more details?"
Miles is sarcastic. "Sounds like it was a lot of fun, all that joy in your voice."
There's no way he could possibly know he's talking about me, but the comments stings all the same. The sex was good. There's no way he was faking the groans that made it into my ears.
But it's been hours now. Maybe he's reconsidering.
Tom's eyes catch mine. He turns back to Miles. "It was fantastic. Wish I was with her instead of you assholes."
"I've never seen you with a girl unless you were on your way to or from her bed." Pete slides his phone into his pocket.
"Fucking her," Tom corrects.
Miles follows Tom's gaze to me. He shakes his head and makes eye contact with Tom. "Enough suspense, you tease. Tell me you only made it one-minute-thirty-one seconds. Meg will enjoy dinner more if she knows your loss is paying for it."
"Sorry guys. Got carried away. She looks so fucking sexy coming on my hand. Completely forget I was supposed to time it." Tom's eyes connect with mine.
My sex clenches. He's talking about me. About us having sex. It's our dirty little secret.
"At least ballpark it," Miles says.
Tom smiles. "At least twenty minutes."
Pete shakes his head. "I've never heard you last twenty minutes before."
"You listen that closely?" Tom asks.
Pete shrugs, not at all shy.
"Shit. Twenty minutes. After two months? I don't buy it." Miles pulls five one hundred dollar bills from his wallet. "I'll take your word for it, but only cause Willow is the underdog."
"If I was going to lie, wouldn't I lie to win?" Tom asks.
"Your ego means more to you than five hundred dollars," Pete says.
"Closer to five hundred thousand dollars," Miles adds.
They look to Drew for a comeback but he's still in a daze.
