Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,18
I get your autograph?”
She looks at him, amazed. “You want my autograph?” She points to her chest.
He smiles and nods. “Hell yeah! Word around the bar is that you guys are about to be signed. You’re going to be famous one day and I’m going to have your autograph. I’ll be rich.” He gives her a smile as he slides over a bar napkin and a Sharpie.
She giggles and shakes her head but signs the napkin. “You know you usually don’t get rich off an autograph unless the person dies, right?”
He shrugs. “I can wait.”
She lets out a loud, unexpected laugh and pushes the napkin away. The kid takes it and walks off, staring at the napkin all the while. “Can you believe that?” she laughs out.
I chuckle and shake my head while pinching the bridge of my nose.
When I open my eyes, there’s a new guy at the table, but this one is different from the last. The last kid was scrawny and had a face full of pimples—probably wasn’t even old enough to be in here—but this guy’s tall and fit. He’s full of confidence and I’m sure he’s about to ask for more than an autograph.
“Hey, sexy. You looked damn good up there tonight.” He gives her a cocky grin.
Her hand finds my leg under the table and she squeezes it like she’s telling me to attack.
Instead, I sit back, wanting to hear the line of shit he’s going to try to sell her.
“Uh, thanks?” she says, making it sound more like a question.
“What do you say we head backstage? I’ll show you how fast I can move my fingers across your strings.”
I laugh, but she doesn’t find it the least bit funny. She drops her head down and shakes it slightly.
“I’ve got all the fast moving-fingers she needs, bud. Why don’t you go find someone else to hit on?” Instead of waiting for his reply, I lean up, cup Luna’s cheek, and pull her in for a long show of a kiss. She doesn’t hold back. In fact, it’s like our kiss is the air she needs to breathe. She comes alive with my lips on hers. It only takes a few seconds for our kiss to turn heated, and by the time we pull away, Mr. Fast Fingers is no longer standing there. He took the hint and took off. But now I’m locked in on her, finding every move and every touch a turn-on.
Van comes to have a seat at our table and it ends whatever moment we were having. I feel a little let down that my time with her is being cut short, but in the back of my mind, I know it’s for the best. Luna is the strongest drug I’ve ever been addicted to, and it’s probably prudent that I start slowly weaning myself off her.
“Did you talk to Wesley about the afterparty on Monday?” he asks her.
She nods and says something, but I can’t pay attention, because her hand is still on my leg and it’s traveling up my thigh, getting closer and closer to my aching dick. Her hand skims across it and she lightly squeezes, making me adjust myself in the booth. Van glances at me with a confused expression, but he returns his gaze to her as she’s talking.
She’s good at the showmanship thing. She’s keeping up with the conversation and he doesn’t even notice the way her arm seems to be moving slowly up and down my dick. He sits across from us and proceeds to talk with Luna for a good 20 minutes. When he leaves, I’m ready to bend her ass over this table, but she turns to me and says, “My place?”
I’m wound so tight that it would take this bar full of people to stop me from going home with her. I chastise myself as I stand up and follow her out of the bar, my eyes on her ass the whole way.
I’m at work the next day when my phone rings. I answer it quickly as I keep my attention on the paperwork in front of me. “Daniel Smith,” I answer.
“Hey, Uncle Dan. What’s up?” my niece asks over the phone.
“Hey, Mack. I’m just working. Is something wrong?” In all my life, my niece has never called me on her own. This has to be an emergency, right?
“Nothing’s wrong. I was just calling because I have my practice with Luna here in a few minutes and I was wondering if