turned and looked at him. “No, you guys actually took the music seriously. You practiced every day, for hours every night. Michael and his band are just sloppy with it all. They practice maybe once a week, and half the time they are drunk. Honestly, I don’t think he cares much aside from thinking he’ll make a shitload of money, and have girls throwing themselves at him.” She shook her head and brushed her bangs aside.
He wanted to curl his fingers into his palm to stop himself, but he lifted his hand regardless and brushed away a stray piece of dark hair on her cheek. Everything stilled around them, and when she looked at him with clear surprise on her face he swore he could hear his heart in his ears. “Sorry.” He didn’t know why he was apologizing, but it sounded like the right thing to do, like he had overstepped some invisible “friends only line”.
He hadn’t seen her for a long time, and doing little things he had done years ago didn’t seem appropriate. But even though it had been so long it was like he was back in his bed, with her underneath him, and his cock deep inside of her body. Don’t even go there, man. Your dick is about two seconds away from bursting as it is.
“No reason to apologize, but thank you for wanting to.” She looked at him through the veil of her lashes, but it was an innocent look, and not one that he had seen countless times from women trying to sleep with him. That was why he also cared about Tanner the way he had…she was genuine.
He shoved his hands in his front pockets, and looked down, trying to get his thoughts off of her and what he wanted to do, and to a purer intent. It wasn’t that he just wanted to fuck her, because although he did want her in a bad way, he just liked being around her. She had always had this light that surrounded her, and although it sounded kind of cheesy, it was the truth. She had the ability to make him laugh when he was angry, and realize the many times he had been wrong.
The thing with Tanner was he felt like this inexperienced schoolboy around her. He had always felt that way, even if he could act the opposite. Yeah, they had grown up together, but there was something different with her. There had always been something different with her, something that had drawn him to her. It sounded so fucking dumb when he thought about it, but it was the truth. Where he could just curl his finger and a groupie would be there with her panties around her ankles, he felt damn nervous with Tanner. If she knew all the fucking nasty sex he’d had backstage after concerts, the filthy kind that he usually felt ashamed of and in need of a shower when finished, she would probably never let him touch her.
“So, you never told me how it was physically possible for Five to do all those chicks.” There was an easygoing tone in her voice, curiosity even, but he knew as soon as he told her she’d realize just how different the guys were since the last time they were together.
“He had them in a damn line, was pumping three times and then moving down to the next.”
She stared at him for a moment, no expression on her face, and then finally she wrinkled her nose.
“You asked.” He grinned.
She looked away, and then looked back at him. “Yeah, you’re right. I did.” She laughed and shook her head. “That is so nasty and slutty on so many levels … and for all parties. I mean, what kind of person would willingly let a guy use her like that?”
“A girl that wants to get fucked by a rock star.” He said it without missing a beat, and without hesitation. That was the world they lived in, as sad as that was. They stared at each other for a moment. “Tanner, if I had stayed in there and not brought you out to the patio there would have been a lot more thrust in my face than that pair of tits.”
She nodded but didn’t say anything for several seconds. When she finally did speak there was no disgust in her voice like he assumed there might be at knowing that. “Yeah, I’m sure. It’s just … does it ever get