I glanced both ways, then started unbuckling his belt. “I can do the next best thing. I bet I can make you come in under a minute.”
He let out a sigh. “Fuck, you have no idea how hot you are right now.”
I desperately wanted to make him come, to see the ecstasy sparkle in his eyes at his moment of release. But as I started to go to my knees, there was a noise farther up the alley.
A worker with a dolly was rolling a stack of boxes in our direction. He stopped when he saw us.
“I guess it’s not meant to be,” Riot said, pulling me up to my feet. “As much as I would love that.”
“Next time,” I promised him while we hurried past the worker and out of the alley onto the busy street. The sound of traffic and pedestrians immediately buffeted us, and we picked a direction and joined the flow of the crowd.
I hooked my arm in his, and he pulled me closer as we walked through the city without a care in the world.
19
Riot
This fucking girl had a spell on me.
Whenever I was around her, all I wanted to do was jump her bones. To tear her clothes off and drive my cock so deep into her pussy she couldn’t help but cry out in wonderful ecstasy. It was a miracle I was able to hold myself back until we had some privacy in the alley.
Butgoddamn,making out with her was such a tease. It didn’t come close to quenching the insatiable hunger inside of me every time this woman smiled in my direction.
I had it bad.
Arm in arm, we strolled through downtown Charlotte. We found a bar and ordered some drinks while talking about our lives. Growing up, the teenage years, college (her) and being a struggling musician (me). I wanted to tell her everything. I felt like we had so many years to catch up on.
Hanging out with her was soeasy.
She wasn’t a groupie, not really, but it was impossible not to compare her to the groupies we’d had in the past. They swooned and worshipped us while we were performing, and wanted adozen selfies with us backstage. It was obvious they were in love with the rock and roll lifestyle, and were attracted to our fame rather than us as individuals. We were instruments to them, not realpeople.
The sex was great, but sex alone only got you so far.
With Roxie, it was all of that same lust and attraction… plus everything else. Respect. Intellectual compatibility. All the little bullshit things that Cash talked about when looking for a partner.
Eventually we made it to Washington D.C., where we had our first hotel room since the Fort Worth show two weeks earlier. Everyone was excited about not having to sleep on the bus… but Roxie and I had a different kind of anticipation.
“So, here’s the thing,” Cash said after checking us in at the front desk.
“Uh oh. This sounds bad,” Milo grumbled.
“Our label booked individual rooms, like we requested,” Cash explained. “But they declined my request to add a fifth room for Roxie. Which, in all honesty, I’m not surprised about.”
“Give me a microphone and I can do backup vocals!” she said hopefully. “Then they have to give me a room, right?”
Violet rounded on Roxie and jabbed a finger in her direction. “Watch it, Rox. Backup vocals are my thing.”
“Okay! I was only joking.”
“Atta girl.” Violet patted her on the cheek. “You can bunk with me. I’ll have the front desk switch us to a room with two beds.”
Cash held up a keycard slip. “I assumed you might suggest that, so I already took care of it. Alternatively, I was going to share a room with Milo and give Roxie my room.”
“Aww, you’re sweet,” Roxie said. “But I’ll be happy with Vi. Although I’m perfectly happy sleeping on the bus, if it’s any trouble…”
“Nope, shut up, it’s decided.” Violet threw an arm around Roxie’s shoulder. “I promise not to make any moves on you in the middle of the night. Although I do sleep in my bra and panties, so don’tyouget any ideas. I’m a married women.”
Roxie grinned. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
