Page 655 of Rock Me All Night
There's a karaoke machine hooked up to the TV.
Meg stands to take her turn. She waves hello to us then waves us over. "Join me!"
"Water first," I say.
Kara nods. But before she can make it to the bathroom, Drew has her in a tight embrace. She's on her tip toes. He's leaning down. They have quite the height difference.
"Missed you, baby. It's been too long," she purrs.
"It's been a day." Tom shakes his head. "He's trying to upstage me."
"You're about to spend the week banging his sister. Let him have a moment," Miles says.
"Come on, Jess." Meg motionscome here. "You must know this one. It's Lady Gaga."
"Then I know it." I take the other mic and join her in the sexy pop song.
When we're finished, we bow. Everyone claps.
Pete is still on the opposite couch, watching me with affection in his eyes. I swallow hard. Even if we're closer to a couple than to nothing, I need to keep attention off us and on the bride and groom to be. It's their day. I'm not stealing the spotlight.
I move to the couch. He looks up at me, sliding his arms around my hips then pulling me into his lap. My legs have a mind of their own. My knees plant outside his thighs. My hands go to his shoulders.
"Flight okay?" He finds the tie holding my French braid together and pulls it out.
My sex clenches. Usually, he does that before he touches me. "About as good as a flight can be. I'm exhausted."
"Sorry, Jess, but you're fucked tonight. You have to do whatever I say." Tom smirks. "Or whatever Willow says."
"What if I tell her to go to bed?" Willow asks.
"You'd really disrespect me like that, kid?"
She laughs.
On the other couch, Meg is in Miles's lap, cooing as he presses his lips against her neck. They look like they're about to fuck right here.
Meg pulls back with a sigh.
Miles adjusts her so they're in a less compromising position. "You gonna sing backup on the next single, babe?"
"No way in hell," she says.
He laughs. "A cover? You sure you can live up to the original. Hear that guy kills it."
She rolls her eyes but she's clearly enjoying his ribbing.
"A cover, you say." Tom pushes himself to his feet. He looks at Pete. "You want to take this one or should I?"
"You," Pete says. "I'll get the next one."
Miles groans, but there's a hint of delight in his voice. "It hurts Drew more than it hurts me—that polyphonic melody."
"I've heard the stories." Willow folds her arms. "No punching. Tom needs to be beautiful in pictures." She looks at Tom. "And don't punch Drew. He's my maid of honor. He needs to be even more beautiful."
Kara jumps in. "Oh, what do you say, baby? Will you wear some eyeliner tomorrow?" She runs her hand through his hair.
He looks at her like she's ridiculous.
