don’t start planning soon, since I’m guessing you never confirmed that venue?”
“Remind me why we can’t just get married in the courthouse again?” Alicia grumbled thoughtfully.
“Because you’re marrying the Emperor of Rock. That man isn’t going to let the day go by without making a huge spectacle of it.” Her fiancé, true to his profession and the role he played in his band, had something of a flair for the dramatic. He’d even proposed in front of hundreds of people at a press conference that was being streamed live.
“I hate that word, spectacle,” Alicia complained, before finishing off her margarita. “But it’s a fair point. Okay, so you think about dating if I start planning the wedding. That’s our deal?”
“You got it. A date for a wedding.” It sounded so much simpler than it actually was. Why the hell did I have to go tumbling into something as complicated as casual sex with a freaking rock star?
Then Caleb’s dark eyes and sinfully sexy body played in my mind’s eye, and I was reminded exactly why.
I was so screwed.
Chapter 13
Caleb
“I love your TV,” Allie—Abbey?—gushed. The redheaded groupie was standing in the middle of my living room, looking around like she was in Disney World for the first time. My vision was swimming a little from all the shots I’d had earlier with Nick and a bunch of women he’d lined up, and I was already regretting the headache I was going to have in the morning.
I’d brought Allie the groupie home with me because I was trying to convince myself that I wasn’t exclusive to Kelly, and Nick promised that Allie sucked cock like a vacuum cleaner, but mine wasn’t responding to her at all.
“You do? What’s so special about it?” I had no idea why she was fawning over my television, or why she was eyeing my couches like they’d been spun from gold. I’d gotten them years ago, and despite Jared always being on my ass about replacing them, they were comfortable.
Allie’s giggle permeated my slightly drunken haze and grated my nerves. She twirled a lock of hair around her index finger and skipped back to where I was leaning on the doorframe. “It’s yours, silly. That’s what’s so special about it.”
“Oh. Right.” Millions of other people had the exact same thing. Mine was no different. This was why groupies annoyed the shit out of me. I’d even caught one trying to steal a closed roll of toilet paper from my trailer once. Why?
“What’s that?” she asked, pointing to my gaming consoles, green eyes wide as they met mine. They weren’t as bright as Kelly’s, more watered down and—
No. Allie—or Abbey—was here so that I wouldn’t think about Kelly. I was trying to work up to fucking this woman, ditzy and annoying or not. My dick was becoming addicted to Kelly, and I couldn’t have that. Kelly and I weren’t exclusive. It was time my dick got up to speed on that.
“That’s my X-box,” I answered. “Wanna play?”
“With you?” she asked, moving closer to me.
“Sure, why not?”
Clearly, Allie had a different idea about what kind of playing I was suggesting. She grabbed my dick and squeezed. Hard. Then she giggled again and licked her lips.
Christ.
I gently extricated myself from her before I lost my favorite appendage and moved out of her reach. She was becoming more annoying with every passing second, but maybe I just had to get her to relax a little. “How about some music? What kind of music do you like?”
“Destitute. Duh. You’re such a silly billy.” She cooed, following me to my music player’s docking station. Planting her hands firmly on my ass, she pressed her body to my back and tried to peek at what I was selecting. “Instead of playing something on there, why don’t you give me a private show?”
“Sorry, sweetheart. I’m supposed to be resting before the tour if I’m not in practice.” It was bullshit, but there was no way I was playing for her. If I wasn’t playing for Destitute, playing was a private thing for me.
Jared and I both started out in music because we loved it and it kept us out of trouble, and it was still my reprieve. Sure, I made my money and spent a huge amount of time playing to crowds of thousands, but when I wasn’t, my guitar was for me and me alone.
It gave me space to think, to create, to make sense of things. That wasn’t something I shared with anyone.