Page 623 of Rock Me All Night
"I need a hobby? I'm not the one who texts my girl every three minutes," Tom says.
"'Cause she's working." Miles laughs. "Willow won't take your shit." He motions come here and pats the spot on the couch next to him. "Come on. Lay the gossip on me, Jess. I know Pete is a filthy pervert."
Miles shoots Pete a playfully accusatory look. Pete nodsit's all true. His expression is the picture of confidence.
I'm the center of attention. But I can handle teasing. I cross my legs and look Miles in the eyes. He has gorgeous blue eyes and a devilish grin. Anyone's definition of the word handsome.
But it does nothing to make my heart race or my stomach flutter.
Not even the thought of his sexy voice can make me nervous. I much prefer Pete's groans in my ears.
Miles chuckles. "Jess, you've got something juicy. It's not nice to hold back."
"He is the tease." I look to Pete to make sure he's fine with this line of conversation.
He's smiling, proud, practically beaming.
I turn back to Miles. "He's a merciless tease, actually."
"Better hope you make that up to her." Miles winks at Pete. He turns back to me. "I was hoping Pete would pick up my manwhore mantle but he looks a lot happier with you than he did fucking his way through every girl who licked her lips like she wanted to suck him off."
Tom clears his throat. "Jesus."
"Even for you, Miles." Drew shakes his head.
Miles shrugs. "Can either of you deny it?"
The guys nod with acceptance.
Miles smiles in victory. "Not like I asked Jess how often she sucks him off."
Tom facepalms. "How am I still the asshole?"
"Don't know. You'd think it would be Drew with how many times he's punched somebody in the face," Miles says.
Drew flips him off. His eyes stay on his phone.
Tom shifts out of teasing. He beams. "I'll be back in ten." He winks at me on his way out the door. "Keep an eye on these three."
Miles chuckles. "Settle a bet for me, Jess."
"Um. With who?" I ask.
"Me and Drew made it a while back."
Drew groans. "You're not—"
"I am." Miles's lips curl into a mega-watt smile. "You met Pete a few months ago?"
I nod.
"And you were aware of Sinful Serenade before that?"
"I have a radio," I say. "You're inescapable."
"You'd seen us live?" he asks.
"Yeah. My sister dragged me to a few shows."
