Page 10 of Sexy Dirty Fun

I wanted to stop her. I wanted to tell her to stay and spend the night.

But I didn’t do things like that.

I watched as she looked around for her bra before reaching down next to me for it. I held it up. “Looking for this?”

“Yes,” she said, her shoulders slumping with relief.

I tossed it to her and watched her put it on. “You’re not getting the panties. Those are mine.”

“A souvenir? How many different pairs of panties do you have?” She asked as she put on her dress.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. I walked the few short steps over to her. “Believe it or not, those are the first pair I’ve saved.” I reached into the pocket of my jeans and fingered them.

She snorted and shook her head. “Somehow I doubt that.” She slipped on her shoes and checked her reflection in the mirror. She smoothed her hands over her hair and dress before turning back to me. “Thanks for tonight.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” I smiled down at her. Maybe if I kissed her, I could get her to stay without actually asking her to. I wasn’t ready to be done with her.

“I’ll see you around.” She walked past me and opened the bedroom door and left the bus before I could say another word.

I flopped back on the bed. What the fuck had just happened? Earlier she was worried about being treated like all the other girls I slept with, but I’m pretty sure she just tossed me aside.

This was something new to me. I was the one that left quick after sex. I was the one that blew the chick off after we fucked.

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey next to the bed and took a swig. I should shower before passing out for the night, but I liked smelling like her.

I heard a commotion outside the bus and took another drink. The rest of the guys were back and I was in no mood to party with them. Maybe if I was quiet they would leave me alone, assuming I had some chick back here.

The noise got louder as they got on the bus. I heard a few high-pitched voices. Great, they brought women back with them. I shouldn’t be surprised. That was pretty much the norm every night on this bus.

There was a knock on the door. I ignored it until it got louder. I stood up and opened it. There stood the drummer Zane with a girl on each arm.

“What the fuck do you want?” I clutched my bottle of whiskey in my hand.

“I brought you a present,” Zane grinned at me and nodded to the girl on his right. We often shared women, swapping them and watching them together.

I shook my head. “Not tonight.” I slammed the door shut and went back to the bed. I put my head phones on and turned on some old school Metallica.

I was going to drink until I passed out and forgot about the red head who just fucked not only my body, but also my head.

Damn women.

6

LINDSEY

Iwalked back to my bus quickly, hoping no one stopped to talk to me. It was late, and all of the parties were wrapping up. I wanted to get back to my bus and into bed before there were too many questions about where I had been.

I really didn’t want to run into Drew. He would have a ton of questions about what I had been doing tonight and if he figured out I had fucked Cane, I would never hear the end of it.

It was amusing to leave Cane in such a hurry; he probably wasn’t used to women doing that to him. He was probably the one making a mad dash for the door after sex with a woman. It was nice to turn the tables on him for once.

I turned the last corner before getting to my bus when I ran right into a tall guy.

“Excuse me. Sorry,” I muttered and started to walk around him, not even looking up.

“Lindsey?” A familiar voice made me turn around. My jaw dropped when I saw my ex Shaun standing there. He was wearing camo shorts and a black wife beater. A backwards baseball cap was on the top of his shaggy blonde hair and he was holding a beer.

“Hey Shaun,” I smiled. “What brings you here?”

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