Page 71 of Strum Me

Chapter Twenty-Five

Brad

Someone’s saying something to me. Or at me. Or maybe it’s just around me and not to me at all. Either way, I’m not hearing a word.

All I can see is Emily, straddling me, her breasts bouncing as I drive my cock into her, her long and graceful neck exposed for me as I see the erratic rhythm of her pulse.

Fuck. I can’t stop seeing it. Hell, I can almost feel it.

Doesn’t help when I’m sitting here in front of a giant crowd with a raging hard-on. My cock telling me, why are we sitting here? Why are we not making love to Emily? I don’t have an answer for it, and I certainly am not disagreeing.

But it’s not just my cock raging. My heart is so full and gushing with joy, I don’t know how my chest hasn’t grown three sizes.

I’m happy.

I’m so goddamn happy I could die.

“Brad?” There’s that someone saying something to me again.

“Hmm?”

“What do you think?”

“About what?”

“About what Marius just said.”

“Oh, um, sure.” I’m not sure, but how bad could it be?

“Excellent. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give it up for Brad Windsor, our violinist!”

“Um. What?” I look around me, and my bandmates are grinning and clapping along. Never in the history of evil bandmates has that been a good sign.

“Marius just offered you up to play a game of Never Have I Ever with a fan,” Jez clarifies, clapping even harder.

“And you couldn’t have told me before I said yes?”

“Better you than me, bitch-nipples.”

“I’m so fucked,” I say through gritted teeth, getting up to join the host.

“No kidding,” Sebastian agrees.

“So, Brad, you know the rules. You have your little paddle there. I’m going to say something, and you turn the paddle to say whether you have or have not done this thing, okay?”

I turn the paddle over in my hand, inspecting it. “Do you have a paddle that has just the one side saying ‘I probably did it, but not going to admit it’?”

The crowd laughs, and I’m glad they’re enjoying my pain. I wouldn’t want it to be for nothing.

“Now, just for added fun, we’re hooking you up to this lie detector test. And see that bucket there, right over your head?”

“No, I’m pretending it’s not there.”

“Pretend all you like, whoever lies first gets a bucket of water on their heads.” He gestures to a young girl standing on the side of the stage and she walks over to us, her face a little pale.

“This is Mary. She’s a huge fan of the Rock Chamber Boys. She’ll be declaring her wild secrets along with you.”

“Hi, Mary,” I say, giving her a big, exaggerated wink. “I’ll give you a private tour of our bus if you don’t make me do this.”