Page 662 of Rock Me All Night
"Fucking me is a lot more entertaining than this story."
"True. But I still like the story."
His lips curl into a half smile. It's short lived. He shifts back into the bed, happiness falling off his face.
"How did you find out?" I ask. "That she was sleeping with your friend."
"Things had been weird. We were on a break for a while. Shit was busy on both our sides and I think we realized we were holding on to something that wasn't quite there. I was ready to break it for good but she begged me to take her back. I was about to go on tour. Wanted some normalcy. Seemed like a good idea." He swallows. "My first trip to see her, she made excuses to avoid being alone. Left early. Claimed she had to work the next day. But Kyle, he made a point of seeing me the next day. We met at some bar. He was eaten up with guilt. I knew something was up but not what."
"What happened?"
"He blurted it out. Made all these excuses about how they couldn't help it. They were in love." His voice fills with frustration. "And it's not like it could work, me being famous and her being a regular person. It's not like I had any concept of what their lives were like. Fuck, they were ready to get married. He had a ring and everything. He looked at me, asked for my forgiveness, but he didn't apologize."
"No?"
"He talked about how it hurt him, how bad he felt, but no apology. I couldn't deal. Told him he could get out of my face or have my fist in his. He kept up the bullshit, so I hit him. It escalated. We got kicked out of the bar. That was that."
"Have you talked to either of them since?"
"No."
"Did he ever apologize?"
Pete shrugs. "Doesn't matter. Don't want to talk to someone who would do that to me. But I kept thinking… these are the only two people who knew me as Pete, the guy and not the minor celebrity, and my trust meant nothing to them. My feelings meant nothing to them. Kept thinking. Fuck, still keep thinking I must be lacking in some way."
I can't resist touching him any more. I shift into his lap, run my fingers over the skin on his cheek. "You're not lacking. You're amazing."
"Sure you're not under the influence of orgasms?"
I nod. "No… if you were wearing your glasses… that would be a different story."
"You like them that much?"
"Yes."
"Can't return the favor—" He taps my glasses. "They'll get in the way when you're coming on my face."
Mmm. "I'll forgive you. This time."
He smiles.
I press my palm against his chest. "Does it still hurt?"
"Not as much… still don't know who to trust."
"You can trust me. I would never hurt you like that. I know Pete, the guy, and I like him better than anybody else I know."
"Jess—"
"I'm not saying… I don't want to talk about that yet." I stare back into his eyes. "But my feelings for you—they have nothing to do with you being rich or famous."
"My cock?"
My cheeks flush. "I'm only human."
He's deflecting, but I feel the shift in the energy. We have a long day tomorrow. We should have some fun now.
I pull my shirt over my head. "You're gonna have to stand up if you want me to keep my glasses on."
