Page 34 of Dirty Rock

I took a moment to think about how I’d take her.

Up against a wall? Bent over the sofa? With my arm pushed against her throat? Or would I lay there and let her do all the work from on top? I tried to get the imagination going—to see myself pulling her G-string off with my teeth, or to think about the taste she’d provide when I ran my silky tongue up her damp neck.

My eyes were narrowed as I studied her, trying to conjure… something—anything—but my skin was lifeless, my dick asleep, my stomach devoid of excited flutters.

Red started to look a little uncomfortable, the slight rocking of her body as she began to break under the weight of my stare telling me so.

“Did you enjoy the show?” I asked, low and rough as I pushed myself to the edge of the sofa and cupped my beer between parted legs.

Her face lit up at the sound of my voice. “I thought you were incredible.”

“And now you’re here…”

Red smiled seductively as she rocked her pert arse from side to side. I dropped my empty beer bottle to the floor, and then beckoned her closer with a single crook of my finger. Maybe if I got a better look, I’d find some damn enthusiasm and get into this.

The track switched to Slipknot’sSnuff, and as Red sauntered closer, I let my eyes drift all over her body.

Sex and Slipknot, man. I should have been as high as the sky, ready to rock inside her and show her how I saved my best performances for my dressing room.

Get it the fuck together, Rhett.

This one didn’t need any instructions, and she sank her knees into the sofa on either side of my waist, straddling me until her tits were an inch away from my face. I grabbed her hips, breathing in the sweet scent of too much perfume mingled with the smell of the crowd. Her skin was warm, and when she ran her fingers through my hair and forced my attention up to her face, I waited for the excitement to kick in.

Her green eyes were sparkling gems.

Her lips were shaped like a bow, perfectly pink and waiting to be bruised.

Her toned thighs clenched around me, and she rolled her body in a seductive wave to begin her tease.

Some women knew what they were doing, and this one was willing to give me a night I’d never forget.

But nothing was happening for me. Not a single fucking thing. I couldn’t get excited because there was no thrill in it tonight. No one was there to catch me out and force me to stop with this charade.

I waited for the door to burst open, and for Jules to groan before she threatened my would-be-lover to get out. I waited for Julia’s voice to make me smirk against Red’s skin, and for me to look up and see her standing there, staring at me with loving judgement.

As Red began to breathe heavily, sensing that her victory was only an orgasm away, my body deflated, and my grip on her hips loosened.

There was no Julia to stop me tonight.

I had to stop myself.

“What’s wrong?” Red asked as I sank back, my body slumping against the sofa. I looked up at her with an empty stare.

“You should go,” I said quietly.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” I swallowed, as Corey Taylor sang about some unjust love of his. “But still… you should go. Do it now before I hate myself for using you. You’re better than this. Don’t let an arsehole like me make you feel shitty for being beautiful.”

Chapter Ten

When I opened my eyes, Tessa was smiling at me from the cream leather chair opposite mine on our private plane back to England. She must have switched places with Hawk while I’d been napping.

Wearing a grey Def Leppard T-shirt, bright red lipstick, and a chequered bandana around her cherry-red hair, she should have looked ridiculous, but her style was something she owned and conquered. I had to give her that.

“What do you want, Tess?” I grunted.

“Thought I’d come over here and check how you’re doing.”

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