overspent.
Brix stands, and I reach for him, but my arms are jelly, so I kind of lazily swipe at him instead. I should probably try to put my dick away, but … effort.
“Lap. Sit,” I pant.
The next second, he’s straddling me. His big body practically squashes me, and I don’t even care. His lips land on the spot right next to my mouth, catching the side of my lips. “I said I like direction, not being treated like a dog.”
I ignore his weak protest. “Kiss me.”
“I have cum breath.”
“It’s my cum, so I don’t care.”
“Aww, that’s sweet.”
“Shut up and kiss me already.”
Brix laughs.
“Brix,” I whine.
He kisses me hard.
He tastes like sex, and it makes me crave more. I want his cock in my mouth again. I want to taste all of him this time.
Brix cups the back of my head, and his tongue tangles with mine.
I’m about to reach for his belt when the door to the room swings open.
The voice that booms through the small space is one I know well. Intimately. I guess the concert’s over. “Harley, what the fu …”
Jay, Soren, and Jamie stand there in shock.
Brix jumps off me, and that’s when I realize my dick is still hanging out of my unzipped pants.
“Shit,” I hiss and quickly tuck myself away.
“Ow, my eyes!” Jamie cries dramatically. “My innocent, innocent eyes.”
“Pfft, innocent,” I say.
She loses the act. “Have I mentioned lately how much I love my job? Although, if you’d waited a few seconds more, I could’ve snapped a pic and sold it for, like, retirement money.”
Brix scowls, but I tug on his hand.
“She’s kidding.” I feel Jay’s gaze on me, and I quickly drop my hand from Brix’s.
I stand. “Umm …”
Jay turns to his husband beside him. “Okay, you were right. The song wasn’t about me.”
Soren smiles and wraps his arm around Jay. Once upon a time, my heart would’ve broken at the sight of that, but now I feel … nothing. I knew I was slowly getting over him, but I wasn’t sure until this very second if I was there yet or not.
“I know this is hard for you to accept,” Soren says to Jay. “The world not revolving around you.”
Jay elbows Soren hard, but Soren laughs. “Even if that song wasn’t directed at me, the label is gonna be pissed because they’ll think it was. This will add fuel to the Harley and me rumors.”
Damn it, he’s right.
I run a hand over my hair. “Shit. I didn’t think that through. It was supposed to be a joke between me and—” I gaze at Brix.
“It’s not going to appear that way,” Jay says.
“Yeah, I know. I’ll fix it. I promise. The headlines tomorrow will not speculate anything about you and me.”
“They better not. I’m finally stepping out from behind your shadow, Harley.”
I can’t even be pissed because he has a point. I didn’t think through a lot of logistics when we were together, and I know I held him back. Instead of his band taking off on their own, I kept him as Eleven’s opening act for my own selfish reasons.
It was messy.
“I really am sorry. I’ll fix it right now. It’s probably best we don’t do that publicity op at the after-party.”
“No shit,” Jay scoffs and then glances at Brix. “But clearly you’re already having your own after-party in here.” He tries to hide his smartassness I used to love so much, but as usual, he fails.
“Jay, this is Brix. Brix, this is Jay Jackson from Radioactive. He’s kind of a big deal, but you wouldn’t know that.” I look at Jay and am about to blurt how Brix and I met to yet another person because it is compulsory to do it to everyone he meets, but he cuts me off.
“You guys sing ‘Hat Trick Heartbreak.’ I love that song.”
“Are you kidding me?” I screech.
Brix winks at me.
“Asshole.”
Jay’s gaze pings between us. “Brix? As in built like a brick shithouse? Fitting.”
Of course we think the same way. Old me would’ve read into that, but if chasing after Jay taught me anything, it’s that he and Soren are as solid as they come. They’re literally hashtag couple goals.
And I’m … hooking up with an employee.
Fuck.
Jay smiles at me. “Despite the shitstorm it’s going to bring upon us, it was a great show. Thanks for coming.”
“Anytime.” I give him a nod. “And I’ll fix it. I promise.”
On his way out, Jay gives me a thumbs-up, no doubt praising my choice of hookup. It’s awkward,