Page 57 of Rock Giant
“No.I have not arranged to meet him.I just told you, I’m going to my tent, because I need some quiet.”
“Right.And where the fuck am I supposed to go?”
“Your tour bus.”
“My bus.You mean, my bus on which my bandmates are screwing groupies, that one?”
“Like that fact actually bothers you, Nash.”She’d seen him earlier.Cock in hand, watching Balin.It was burned into her memory in a way she didn’t much like.
She got four paces before Nash snarled, “Maybe this time I won’t just watch,” at her back.
She froze, lead weights settling in her stomach.“If you do that, we’re done,” she said without turning.
“Whatever.”
He deliberately barged into her as he stormed past, jarring her shoulder.Jodi flipped two fingers up at his back, then her knees gave out and she sank onto the grass into a pitiful heap.“Shit!”she hissed into her clenched fist.How had everything fallen apart again so fast?He wouldn’t really buddy up with the guys and fuck other women, would he?Part of her wanted to stalk after him, peer in the tour bus windows and ensure his words were just shit thrown around for effect, but she wouldn’t demean herself in that way.She’d take herself back to her tent, exactly as she’d said she’d do.
Back in those canvas quarters, she cried to her cats about it.
The two girls, Mel and Zar were about as comforting as a barbed wire elephant, but Flugwhump rubbed his black furry face against her cheek and licked away her tears with his rough kitty tongue.
The worst bit was she couldn’t figure out whose fault it all was.Hers, most likely.It usually was.
CHAPTER 18
Paul “Rock Giant” Reed
In hindsight, the confrontation was inevitable.Now, Paul would have done the accosting in a far less public place, such as the nice section of scrubby bushes to the left of the khazis, thus avoiding unnecessary witnesses.Then again, he wasn’t a weedy shrimp with more attitude than brain cells.
Curtis Nash chose a well-lit backstage area with plenty of witnesses, probably because there was safety in a crowd.Or maybe booze had just loosened his vocal cords.Or not.Because while he strode up like he was on a mission, it seemed to occur to him that Paul could snap him like a twig once they were approximately face-to-face, for what came out of his mouth once he was staring up at Paul was far less abrasive than it might have been.It didn’t start with fucker and end with wanker, and there might even have been a please involved.
Hence, “You need to stay the fuck away from my fiancée.”Not: keep your hands off her or I’ll chop them off with a blunt cleaver and then violate you with your own right hand.
Definitely the line he’d have taken if their situations were reversed.If it wasn’t that for some unfathomable reason, his missus insistently maintained she was in love with this cockwomble and his singular mission in life was her pleasure, then he’d be taking that line now.
“Na, don’t think so, mate.I made vows to her, I ain’t going against them because it’s putting your nose out of joint that I’m willing to make her happy.”
“I make her happy, you arsehole.”
“That so.Must be why she was so eager to tie the knot with me instead.She knows I keep my promises.”
“You got her fucking high and took advantage.”
“Why don’t you say that a bit louder so security can hear you?”Spook muttered from beside him.Paul hadn’t noticed that half his band had fallen in behind him.Not that he needed backup.
Nash gave a hard sniff and straightened his spine.It still barely brought him to Paul’s shoulders.“This has nothing to do with whatever sick shit you offered her.She was in a suggestive state and you—”
“Promised to honour and protect her, love her until the heat death of the universe and beyond and to be by her side come what way.Not sure how that’s taking advantage.”
The guy’s eyes bulged, and a nervous tick started firing under his skin, right in the centre of his forehead.
“If I’d been there to take advantage, I wouldn’t have stopped after knotting a ribbon around her wrist, would I?”
“He’d have gone for the full-on knotting,” Cave Troll, who’d appeared out of the scaffolding of the stage, remarked.
That wasn’t quite what he’d been about to say, but it got the sentiment across.It was hard not to grin, both at the look of horror on shit creek’s face, and the mental pictures Troels’ remark was creating in his imagination.He wouldn’t mind being stuck inside Jodi’s gorgeous pussy for an indeterminate length of time.Damned if he wasn’t turned on by the notion of it.He was sad they hadn’t consummated their bond with some rabid fucking.Was sad too that his tongue wasn’t strained from licking, and was hence working well enough to talk to this gobshite.
“You think you’re clever.That this is all a joke.It’s not fucking funny.We’re engaged.We’re getting married.She’s mine.Have some fucking decency and stay the hell away from her, or are you that much of a prick you get off on destroying relationships?”
