So she knew who I was. Chasing groupies was definitely more in Harvey’s wheelhouse, but as I glanced over to where Tatum and Otis sat with their heads together in deep conversation, I figured, fuck it. I had needs, and I was damn well going to get them met.
Dialing up the smirk, I ran my tongue over my teeth, leaning back against the bar so my shirt would ride up a little. As expected, her eyes dropped to the sliver of skin I’d revealed, and then further to where the outline of my semi hard dick was visible through my tight-as-fuck jeans. She didn’t have to know she had nothing to do with the erection just as long as she took care of it.
Her tongue swept out across her lower lip as she continued to stare, and in a bold move, she reached forward to cup me. Before she could make contact, I caught her wrist, redirecting her hand toward my mouth where I placed a kiss on her knuckles.
“Not here,” I murmured, noticing the shiver that rippled over her shoulders. It did nothing for me.
My eyes caught on Tatum again, and there was the reaction I’d been missing. Fuck. Reaching for my beer to cover my expression, I took a long draw as I resolutely turned back to the groupie who had flipped her hair behind her shoulder and moved too close for comfort.
“There’s a glory hole in the men’s bathroom, if you want to have some fun.”
Don’t choke.
My breath came out in a wheeze as I swallowed repeatedly to keep the beer out of my nose. A glory hole was fucking perfect.I got off without having to see her, and she couldn’t touch any more of me than I wanted. Win fucking win.
Bracing myself, I hooked her hair behind her ear and flicked yet another look at my manager. What the hell was wrong with me? This time, she was staring back.
It was immature and totally uncalled for. I should have just stuck with the plan and gone straight to the bathroom to get my dick sucked through a hole in the wall.
Instead, I collared the girl in front of me with a rough hand, pulled her in, and kissed the fuck out of her.
Chapter
Twelve
Tatum
I’d been here before.Well…not this exact bar, but the vibe was the same as the one in Dallas where I got kicked out for brawling with Courtney May. The sticky floors sucked at the soles of my shoes, and I worried that my jeans were having the same experience with the wooden bench I’d parked myself on to supervise the band. Otis flopped down next to me, offering a bottle of beer that I accepted a little too eagerly.
“How are you doing?” Otis asked, clinking the neck of his bottle on mine and drinking deeply.
“I’m…okay, I guess? Glad you’re here to help me. I’m worried about how tonight will turn out.”
Otis looked around, his gaze stuttering over Harvey, who had the avid attention of two girls on a nearby table. He sighed and seemed to sag in his skin as his friend moved into the touch of one girl while the other mouthed at his ear.
“Otis?”
Taking another pull on his beer, he forced his attention back to me and tried for a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“You’re doing great. Our first set of shows is under our belt, and your itinerary is flawless. Now it’s just time and miles.” His eyes flickered back toward Harvey. “And avoiding any scandals.”
I hummed in agreement and took a healthy sip of my own drink. The music changed, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed Toby and Lainey slip out of the shadows and take up positions on the dance floor. From where I sat, I could see both had glazed eyes and dreamy smiles on their faces as they began to move slightly off the beat.
“How the fuck am I going to manage that?” I muttered, glancing at the bar in time to notice a blonde sidling up toward Calix. Fuck me.
My skin heated at the memory of him invading the bathroom that morning. I’d been rushing, trying to breathe calmly and not think about how easily I could be trapped in the tiny space when he’d barged in like he ruled the world and started asking questions that proved how comfortable he was invading people’s privacy.
Nice ink.
I rubbed my hip, the one that had a small tattoo of a pair of lips that I got after losing a bet to Ruby when she was first signed. She’d wanted me to get their band logo, but this was my compromise.
“What if you rebrand?”
“Well, then you’ll have to get the new image on the other hip.”
I smiled softly at the thought of my bestie and made a mental note to check in on her.
“Holy shit, are you filming this? He’s totally going to fuck her.”
