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contact. She’d manipulated millions of people into thinking it was me who wanted the relationship.

I banged my head against the headboard, the raging boner underneath my jeans goading me to rub it out to the fantasy of Raina grinding on top of me, naked.

Chapter Two

Jet Ryder, Two Years Prior

“Can someone please tell me why we are at this club again?” Gunner whined, adjusting his hat.

We’d just left rehearsals for the American Music Awards, and Sebastian talked us into grabbing a beer at Tower Bar, the hottest night club in L.A. It was trendy and contemporary, filled with high class people.

Seb was adamant that we were considered A-list celebrities now, so we needed to act like it. Sebastian was a great manager and knew what he was doing, but he knew we didn’t like the big scene. We were the guys who liked to crash the dive bars with bottle tops on the floor, dart boards and pool tables to keep us entertained because dancing to club music wasn’t our style.

“You’re here, because you need to be. Connect and network,” Sebastian instructed.

“I think you’re the one who wants to network,” Gunner mumbled.

Chase stood next to Gunner, a bottle of Nirvana in his hand. He elbowed Gunner and cocked his head in the direction of a group of women. “Networking seems like a good idea.”

Following his line of sight, I smirked. The group of girls were young, most likely barely twenty-one. They all had those short, tight dresses that didn’t leave room for a warm blooded male’s imagination, yet the thrill of peeling their brightly colored dresses down their California sun-kissed skin was on all of our minds, now. I doubted they were supposed to be here, and had to pay a favor to the bouncers to get inside.

Seb knew his clients well, quick to step in front of us before we made a plan of attack. “Remember the rules,” he warned.

Rocket furrowed his brows, a shit eating grin on his face when he turned to Chase. “I can’t remember, was it fuck them if they’re under twenty-one, or over?”

Chase put his hand on his chin as if he were thinking. “Hmm… I think under, and we definitely aren’t supposed to wear condoms.”

“We need to screw them in public, too,” Gunner added, holding his beer in his hand. “Make sure a paparazzi can get a good shot.”

“Yeah, any publicity is good publicity. I think you’re all right, can you help refresh our memories, Seb?” I goaded, clinking my own drink with Gunner’s.

“You’re all fucking stand up comedians,” Sebastian dead panned. “I’m going to be talking with people who will advance your careers, don’t make me have to babysit you four more than I already have to.”

“Isn’t that why we have Mikey and his crew?” Chase reminded, waving to the group of large men ready to pounce.

“The problem is, they’ll only save you from danger, not humility. So please, if you’re going to mingle with women, be sure you know who and what you’re dealing with. A lot of the rock legends have daughters or granddaughters who come to this club, no need to piss them off.”

“Wouldn’t be the first dad I’ve pissed off,” Chase smirked.

“Cheers to that,” Rocket chuckled, clinking his glass with Chase’s. “Girls always cry to their daddy once the Rocket Mann has to say goodbye.”

Chase lifted a brow skeptically. “You’d have to have women want to sleep with you more than once for them to cry to their daddy.”

Gunner tapped Rocket’s shoulder. “Or, they’re crying to their daddy because you were so terrible in bed.”

“If he did have a dad come after him, his mom would come in and smooth things over,” I joked, knowing I’d get a rise out of him.

“Your mom could persuade me, too,”Chase leaned forward, his loud laugh getting attention from other club goers.

“Hey, shut up about Rocket’s mom, I took her out last night,” Gunner teased, causing Chase to laugh even harder.

“So that’s why she wouldn’t answer my phone calls last night,” I said with wonder.

Now we were all laughing. Even Sebastian couldn’t refrain from smirking.

“You’re right, Seb, they’re all a bunch of terrible comedians,” Rocket grumbled. “While you all stand here like fucking morons wishing you could get at my mom, I’m going to go woo those fine women.”

Chase put his big hand on Rocket’s shoulder, stopping him from leaving our circle. “Now, wait, Rocket, you know we’re just busting your balls.”

“Chase is right, the kid brother act only works when we’re around,”