“Dude, I can’t believe she had you by the balls. Like, literally had your balls.”
“I was there, Austin.” I grab the front of my jeans again, as if somehow it can take away the embarrassment fucking with me. That’s all that was. I can’t deny when her tiny, slender hand gripped me I was caught on the precipice between pleasure and pain. My dick throbbed with the promise of more while my balls tried to shrivel away from her temper.
“I know, but that was fucking funny.” He cackles like an idiot.
“We’ll see how funny it is when she has your balls.”
“The only way she’ll have mine is if they’re slapping against that ass when I pound her from behind.” He thrusts his hips back and forth and mimes wielding out spankings against her imaginary booty.
Not gonna happen. I don’t know what exactly comes over me, but I can’t fucking stand the thought of her getting with Austin. I need to cut off that train wreck immediately. “No. She’s off limits. None of us are fucking her.”
“What? Why?” Austin pouts.
“She’s so hot.” Sean nods appreciatively.
Fuck them both. “Yeah, but she’ll be on tour with us for three months. Three months, bro! That’s longer than anyone of y’alls’ relationships, and we are not dealing with the aftermath when that hookup plays out.”
“Your boy has a point here,” Iz says, laughing, “Unless she has a daddy fetish, I’d be out anyway. Later boys. I’ll see you at practice tomorrow.” He waves good-bye before heading out.
“Later, Iz.” I try not to roll my eyes, because even though Iz is a beast on the drums, he is one ugly son of a bitch. He scores more drugs than pussy on tour, and I think that’s the way he prefers it.
“Fine,” Austin mutters. “I’ll do my best.”
Let it go, Trent. Just let it go. I try to convince myself, but there’s something unsettling in the way Austin’s lips lift into a smirk. No. I cannot deal with the distraction of him chasing Lexi Marx on this tour. The thought of him touching her, being with her in any intimate way, has my good sense replaced with a surge of anger. “Not good enough. We need to make a pact, here and now. No fucking Lexi Marx. You need to swear it.”
Sean steps forward, his hands run over his head and rest behind his neck. “You both are fucking idiots. You can make a pact, which I’m not saying is the worst idea, but did you meet the same woman I did? She’s completely and totally out of our league. She’s not some groupie impressed by our money. We all know her dad. He’s fucking loaded and a living god of rock music. She’s not gonna be impressed with our sliver of fame and fortune. And she can play her own damn guitar. So, make the agreement, sure, but there’s no way in hell that woman is here to fuck. She’s here to play.” Sean doesn’t always speak his mind. He’s fairly quiet, introverted, and doesn’t run his mouth like Austin. But when he speaks, he lays it all out, and he just dropped a giant truth bomb in our bubble of spoiled asses.
We stand in silence, the absence of sound stretching the moment, and their eyes are on me, to see what I’ll say. I’m the lead in this band in more than just vocals.
“When Sean is right, he’s fucking right,” I say and let my smile take over my face. “Now that’s settled, let’s go grub.”
Austin grins and slaps me on the arm. “It’s mac ’n cheese night!”
“You dumbasses get as excited about food as you do women.” Sean rolls his eyes.
“Does that mean you don’t want Mom’s homemade mac tonight?” I lift my brow in challenge.
A grin spreads across his face. “Fuck no. I love that shit.”
Austin laughs. “Damn straight. No one makes mac like T’s mom. Hey, you guys want to hit a club tonight? Chance and the Gang are playing The Remington at ten.”
“I don’t know. My bed sounds really good, and besides, we’ve got practice tomorrow at nine.”
“Come on, Sean. Don’t be such a party pooper. We’ve got one more week in LA before we hit the road again. We need to take advantage!” Austin whines but Sean only shakes his head.
“Advantage of what? Overpriced tequila and spending my free time listening to a bunch of fuckers drone on and on about shit I don’t care about?”
“I’ll buy the drinks. Trent will run interference on the asshats. Come out with us. We’re better in a team.”
“We are better together. Like peanut butter and chocolate.” I wink at Sean.
“That’s only two things.” He shakes his head and I detect a trace of a smirk with the upturn of his lips.
“Third thing would be the packaging.” I nod to Austin. “No one wants to eat a Reese’s off the ground.”
“I’m the peanut butter in this scenario, right? Because I keep us together.” Austin rubs his hands down his abs and gives a roll of his hips.
“Sure. We all know I bring the package.” I grab my junk through my jeans and laugh.
