My phone vibrated next to me, distracting me from my growing annoyance.
I thought of a new roommate initiation. You have to come out drinking with us tonight.
I frowned at the text from a number I didn’t recognize, which had been entered into my phone with a black heart as the contact’s name.
Oh, this is Lexie.
4
Liam
I’d had a girlfriend when I was nineteen, named Rhen, who once cut off a piece of my hair and taped it to her bedpost. She said she liked to touch it before she touched herself at night. I thought it was weird, but she was a fun lay and didn’t mind when I ignored her a week here and there while I was working with the band. It was hard to find girls who understood my schedule and didn’t expect me to call them ten times a day. She was simple. Crazy but simple. It wasn’t until I’d started seeing other people’s hair taped beside mine that I ended it.
I didn’t like being cheated on much, and with the growing success of the band, I didn’t want to become a cheater either. There wasn’t much time for relationships, and I never came across a girl I wanted to try to start one with anyway. All I needed was someone to relieve that hunger inside me, and after a few years, it was as easy as ordering takeout. The more venues we performed at, the more girls came, begging for me to devour them. A few would leave their numbers—or worse, they’d ask for mine. Luckily, most of them were just happy to have me as another notch on their bedpost, but that was better than Rhen’s version.
Between my fingers, I twirled the platinum strands of hair of the girl I was fucking and jerked her head back, wondering if Rhen still had clumps of my hair on her bedpost. Maybe hair was her sick way of keeping souvenirs of the people she’d slept with. I’d have had to buy a new headboard or two by now if I had the same fetish.
“Oh. My. God. Liam!” the blonde moaned each short syllable between thrusts. Her hands slid along the shower wall, looking for something to hold on to as she began to tighten around me. Shampoo bottles went tumbling over the edge as she tugged on the shower curtain and ripped the hooks from the rod.
Dammit. That was the second one this month. Lexie was going to be pissed. I needed to stop taking girls in the shower, but it was convenient when I was in a rush. I usually showered after sex, but this way, I could do both at once.
Her screams grew louder and higher, like a cat being shook. “Oh! Yes, Liam! Harder!”
Am I really that good?I wasn’t even giving her my best, so I knew she was faking at least some of it to encourage me.
I heard Danny impatiently yell something from the stairs, and all I wanted was this girl—Melanie? No. Meghan?—to shut her pretty fucking mouth, so I pushed her into the wall and fucked her until the theatrical moans turned into shallow breaths. After she came, she got down on her knees, pulled the condom off, and finished me with her mouth while I washed my hair.
See? Convenient.
Five minutes later, the blonde was gone, and I descended the stairs, being greeted with a cold stare from Danny.
“You couldn’t wait to take a girl home from Elevens?”
“Who said I’m not taking a girl home from Elevens?” My mouth turned up in a grin.
Danny chuckled and shook his head as we loaded up into our vehicles. Danny and I took my truck. Lexie and Tic loaded themselves into Nikko’s SUV.
“I thought you didn’t do repeats?” Danny asked as he began fidgeting with my stereo.
I slapped his hand away, like I always did. “I don’t.”
“Didn’t you take that chick home from the gym, like, a month ago?”
I frowned, trying to think that far back, and then I stiffened. Her obnoxious screams had seemed familiar. “Wait. Wasn’t that chick a brunette?”
Danny laughed. “Maybe you should start taking pictures of the girls you sleep with before they leave. If word gets out, they’ll all be wearing disguises to get with you again.”
I sighed. The problem with fucking girls more than once was that they started to think it was more than just sex.
Danny read the concern on my face. “I wouldn’t worry about it. Lexie wrote her number down on her hand on her way out.”
“Of course she did.” I rolled my eyes.
Lexie, Miss Steal Your Girl, got more action than all of us combined. It helped that she had double the contenders, but damn, she was good. Men. Women. It didn’t matter. Her room was loud nearly every night, no matter who she brought in it. On a few occasions, I’d woken up to girls I’d bagged on the couch the night before coming out of Lexie’s room in the morning. Danny had experienced the same thing.
“Schism” by Tool played through the speakers as we pulled into the lot of Elevens, taking my usual spot in the back. The place had changed since we played here back in high school but in a good way. Matt, the owner, let us play here whenever we wanted, so we could get practice performing. That ended up working out for both of us. We got more exposure, and he got more business. Now, Elevens was one of the hottest bars in the city. I’d like to think that was in large part to our band, but Matt was simply a good businessman with good ideas. The only bad idea he’d had, in my opinion, was starting up karaoke night.
So, imagine my surprise when I saw Avery walking through the doors in that sweet little sundress from this morning with an equally out-of-place blonde chick beside her.
