I wanted to sit down.
On him.
OHMYGOD. What waswrongwith me? That was a Lexie thought, not a Charlie thought.
Dumb drunk Charlie needed to go to bed before her alcohol-loosened libido got her into a situation she wouldn’t want to be in, sober.
Like in bed with Crow.
I blushed, thankful for the darkness which hid my burning cheeks. In bed? With Crow? Like that would happen.
I bet he has a huge, veiny cock…
I heard stupid Lexie’s stupid whispered, taunting words thundering through my head, on repeat.
Huge, veiny cock.
No, no, no.
I didn’t want to know, didn’t want to know, didnotwant to know how big and veiny his cock was.
Stop thinking that word, Charlotte Grace. Stop.
“You want a cock or anything?” I heard Crow ask.
I blinked at him. “Excuse me?”
He chuckled. “I said, you want a Coke or anything?”
I realized we were back in the trailer. I shook my head. “No, I don’t drink soda. Another water would be great, though.”
“You oughta eat something, soak up the booze.”
I blanched. “God, I couldn’t possibly. Not yet.”
He shrugged. “Later, then. You’ll get hungry, if you stay awake long enough.” A pause. “Well, I gotta get ready to put Myles’s guitars away. Ya’ll just hang tight here. Shouldn’t take long.”
“Okay,” I said.
He didn’t leave, though. Just smirked at me with an arched eyebrow. “I need my hand back, sweetheart.”
I stared my hand, which was locked around his. “Oh.” I unclenched my hand from his, shook my hand. “Silly thing. Must have a mind its own.”
Crow snickered. “Don’t they always?” He strode off toward the stage, where Myles and the band were finishing their encore, waiting for Myles to exit the stage so he could take the guitar.
Lexie was grinning at me like the cat who ate the canary. “You want his dick.”
“Shut up.”
“You do.”
“Shutup, Alexandra.”
“You do realize saying my full name doesn’t actually contain any magical powers, right?” She made circles with forefinger and thumb of each hand, stacking one hand atop the other, and mimed an up-and-down stroking motion. “Cock, cock, cock,” she sang, falsetto and pitchy, “you want the cock!”
I shot her the evilest, ugliest, most death-inducing stare I could summon. “I will leave you at the next hotel, Alexandra Rochelle. I swear I will.”
She just snorted. “Oh stop being so damn uptight. Say the word, woman. Cock. It’s not bad. It’s not dirty, it’s just a word.”
