Page 116 of Dirty Rock

“So do I,” I whispered back.Everything you have to give.

My fingers went inside her again, and I spent time looking up at Julia in worship as I made her come over and over again until her knees gave out, just like I assured her they would. I knew everything about her body now—every sensitive piece of flesh, and every G-spot she owned. It took no time at all for me to take ownership of that smooth, sweet body, and break it apart.

The only piece I had left to crack was her heart. If I didn’t hear those words soon, I was going to be the one who broke.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

“How’s it going, man?” Presley asked.

I held my phone to my ear and looked around at the set of the telefon that was going live to the whole of America. “I want a fucking drink. This shit doesn’t feel the same without you guys here.”

“Dicky said it made sense for you to take the lead on this one. You’re the frontman, after all.”

I ran a hand through my hair and groaned. “If ever I try to quit the band and tell you all I want to go solo, remind me of this moment right here and how crap it feels.”

“You can count on it.”

“I gotta go.”

“Where’s Jules?”

“She’s…” I spun around to look down a corridor, only to see Julia walking in my direction, giving instructions to a very important-looking man who walked by her side. Her work face was on, and she looked sexy as hell in her tight black jeans and her white blouse tucked in and bagged out over the waist. “Perfect.”

“Oh fuck.” Presley laughed out loud. “You’re so far gone.”

I tore my gaze away from her and looked back at the set with a smile on my face. “I guess I get it now.”

“Told you.”

I thought back to a night Presley and I had spent chatting away until the early morning sunrise. We’d gone through two bottles of Jack Daniels while Tessa slept in the next room after just coming on the scene. I’d hated her presence, not knowing why, and Pres had pressed me to admit I was lonely. I had been lonely but admitting that out loud when surrounded by so many fucking people sounded stupid, so I kept it quiet. Locked up tight. I tried to be the confident performer, but Presley saw straight through me. He promised me the right woman would make what him and Tessa had seem tame once I had it. I told him to get fucked.

“Don’t gloat,” I muttered down the phone.

“Not my style.” I thought I heard a door open and close in the background. “Go kill it, brother.”

“On it. Tell Tess I said hey.”

“He says hi,” he said to Tess, who had obviously just entered the room to be with him.

“Hey, Rhett. Don’t fuck this up.”

“Cheers, Tess. Jesus.”

“And don’t be in a bad mood when we see you, okay? I have a favour to ask of you.”

“What kind of favour?”

“You’ll see.”

The two of them laughed, and once they’d said their goodbyes, we ended the call. I tucked my phone into my back pocket only to be greeted by my girl who was standing in front of me, brushing her hands down the black Hugo Boss T-shirt I was wearing. Her eyes drifted down my body, over my ripped black jeans and my thick biker boots, before she looked up and ran her hands through the side of my overgrown hair and down over my jaw.

“You should have shaved.”

“Heard the chicks like the stubble.”

Her eyes landed on mine, making her smile come to life instantly. “You ready?”

“Not even a little bit. Do I have time for a smoke?”

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