Page 325 of Rock Me All Night
"Been a while?"
"Something like that." My cheeks flush. It's been six years since I've had sex. Six years since I've felt a hint of desire.
"I feel you, kid. I'm under strict orders from my piercer: no sex for six weeks." He looks back to me with a playful smile. "Can't even fuck myself."
He's casual with that information.Hi, I'm Tom, my cock is pierced, I can't fuck anyone for three more weeks. Not even myself.
Tom gets dressed like it doesn't bother him that I'm gawking. Skinny jeans. Converse. V-neck. Tight cotton hoodie.
Picture perfect, effortlessly cool rock star.
I press my hands against my sides and force myself to stare at the wall. Okay. We've got this mix up settled. Now I have to figure out what the hell I'm going to say to Drew about why I'm here. The truth isn't an option.
Tom's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
"Hope I didn't scare you." He smirks and motions to his now clothed crotch. "I know it's a monster."
I clear my throat. "I wasn't expecting a naked man in my hotel room."
"You look rattled."
"Surprised."
"Intrigued?" He raises a brow.
My cheeks flush. "I've never seen a, uh, piercing like that before." I press my lips together before I shove my foot into my mouth. "I have a lot on my mind. That's all."
His eyes pass over me. "If you need something—money a place to stay–I can arrange that."
I study his expression for a clue to his intentions. He seems earnest but I don't trust my instincts when it comes to men. "No thanks. It's a family thing."
Tom raises an eyebrow. "As you wish." He taps a few numbers into the hotel phone's keypad and brings it to his ear. "Hey. You two finished? I ran into your sister at the front desk. You want me to bring her over?" Tom laughs at whatever Drew says. "I know. I wouldn't. I'm too beautiful to die." He sets the phone back in the receiver. His eyes meet mine. "He's ready. Room 417."
I nod. "Thank you. And sorry."
"I don't mind." Tom shrugs. "Just keep this between us."
"Sure." It's too mortifying to tell anyone. "Good night." I grab my bag, sling it over my shoulder, and reach for the door.
"Willow—"
"Yeah?"
"There are leaked pics of me online. If you need to take another look."
