“I didn’t get stuck with you. I picked you,” Wes says. “Saw you getting your ass kicked and decided to take pity on you.” He laughs.
“Thank you,” I say softly. “I’m sorry. I will go in there and make nice.”
“Good. Maybe you can come over for pizza tomorrow. We can talk about music and shit. You can tell me how you got the concussion.”
“Maybe. I’ll text you.”
“I’m still here for you, Ben.”
“I know,” I say, hanging up.
“Abbey does drugs?” Prue asks.
“No. And if you tell a soul anything you just heard…”
“You’ll kill me? Are there some things you hold dear, Ben? Some things you’re too scared to lose?” A sly smile forms over her face, making my cock ache. “Do I now have even more power over you?”
Tossing my cigarette to the ground, I press her against the wall she is leaning against, ignoring the pain that shoots through my body. Shifting so my leg is wedged between her thighs, I cup her face.
“I won’t kill you. Just myself,” I say softly, letting my leg nudge the front of her jeans. “And then you’ll never get to feel my cock splitting you open again.”
Her eyes light up, as if the memory of me inside her still lingers in her mind.
“The only way your cock ever goes back inside me, is if you get on your knees and beg,” she says, ripping her face from my hands.
The cute little demanding voice she speaks with makes my dick throb, and if my whole fucking career wasn’t riding on going into this stupid restaurant and making nice with Aaron, I’d drop to my knees and beg right here.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say, pulling away from her body. “Can you just play nice for me right now? Just help me survive this lunch and I will gladly beg when it’s over.”
“Fine.” Her blue eyes spin. “But only because I like your band and would hate for it not to exist anymore.”
“You like my band?”
“I might own a shirt or two.” She shrugs, following me to the door.
“That’s hot. Can I fuck you while you wear one?” I ask, pulling the door open for her.
“God, all you talk about is sex now. It’s like you’re addicted to my pussy,” she whispers as we step inside the restaurant.
“Maybe I am,” I whisper into her ear. “It might be the best thing I ever tasted.”
I spot Aaron and Stacy in a corner booth and grab Prue’s hand, pulling her through the maze of tables. I slide in the booth across from Aaron who glares at me, seeming unaware I brought a girl along or that I have a busted cheek, or maybe he just doesn’t care. Hard to tell these days.
“Hello,” I say, placing my palms on the table, as Prue slides in beside me. “Did you order already?”
“No,” Aaron snaps. “Wasn’t sure you were going to show.”
“You know me.” I grin. “Couldn’t be on time if my life depended on it.”
“Hi,” Stacy cuts in before Aaron can reply. “I’m Stacy and this is Aaron. I’m sure you know this already, but Ben is too rude to do introductions.” She smiles at Prue and I kind of regret ruining her surprise, because she is making this a lot smoother for me.
“Too rude to do a lot of things.” Prue laughs. “I’m Prue. It’s nice to meet you.”
Aaron looks her over, studying her before turning back to me. “You’re fifteen minutes late and you brought a date?”
“A friend,” I correct. “I’m babysitting.” Prue’s mouth drops open as she shoots me a death glare. “She’s Cameron Ward’s twin sister. You remember Cam from that band we toured with last summer.”
“Great Falls,” Prue adds. “His band is Great Falls, you asshole.”
