neither of them seem to understand me. They keep flinging little orange and green missiles at each other instead.
When we’re finally situated at the table, Alvin leans over and pulls a slice of celery out of my hair. “Sorry about that, Mallory.”
“I’m just happy to see you guys laughing. You both looked so serious when you got off the plane.”
Alvin nervously glances across the table at Chaser. “I’m not supposed to say anything but, I hate keeping shit from you, bro.”
Chaser sets his fork down. “What are you talking about?”
“Before we left, Cutter asked if I’d mind doing a ‘guest appearance’ in a Penny Driver video.”
I glance down at my plate and bite my lip.
Chaser blows out a breath. “Thank fuck you said that. He asked me if I’m open to another featured solo. He didn’t give me a name though.”
Alvin cracks up. “What an asshole. I’ve been flipping out with no one to talk to about it.” He hesitates. “You think it’s a dumb idea? Think associating with Penny Driver will kill our ‘street cred’?”
Instead of answering with a quick, no, Chaser pauses, and seems to seriously consider the question. “Some people might bitch and call it selling out, but they’re not our true fans anyway, you know? She’s got a huge audience. It could be good exposure for the band.”
“That’s what I thought too.” He stabs his fork into a big chunk of steak and stuffs it in his mouth. “Garrett’s had a crush on her forever. He’s going to be jealous.”
Chaser snorts. “Who knows what secret project Cutter has lined up for Garrett. Sounds as if he had something up his sleeve for each of us.”
“Probably a guest-starring role on a porno for Jacob,” Alvin mutters.
Chaser raises his glass. “Talk about exposing us to a new audience.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chaser
Since we were such good boys and finished the album on time, the label throws a party for its release. Based on the guest list, they’re not planning to drop us any time soon. Everyone important in the industry came to celebrate the release of the album we ended up naming In Your Hands. Not that I notice any of them. The short, skintight gold dress Mallory picked out for the event has my full and undivided attention
I curl my arm around her waist and tug her closer, bending down to whisper in her ear, “We’re dropping everyone else off first on the way home.”
She tips her head back. Wide blue eyes staring up at me. Pink spreading over her cheeks. “Why?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about peeling this dress up, and making you ride my cock in the back of the limo.” Fuck. I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood, willing my erection to settle down. Mallory doesn’t help the situation when she leans in close enough to graze my dick with her body.
“Oh my,” she breathes out, a teasing smile playing over her glossy pink lips. “It feels like you might need immediate attention.”
I squeeze her hip, wordlessly begging her to stop. “Don’t make me come in my pants in front of all these people.”
She chuckles softly and slides her arm around my waist, leaning in and staring up at me. “Chaser, we both know you have more self-control than that.”
“Not tonight, I don’t.” I flick my gaze up and around the room, landing on someone who definitely ruins the fun moment I’m having with my girl.
Fucking Andrew.
I glare at him across the room and he sends me a half-hearted wave.
“What’s wrong?” She frowns and tries to turn but I block her, shifting us to the side. “Chaser, what—”
Jacob stumbles over to us, double-fisting two glasses of champagne with Garrett by his side keeping him upright.
“What the fuck happened with you and Andrew?” Jacob slurs, jerking his head in Andrew’s direction.
Mallory stares down into her own champagne glass.
I shrug. “Nothing. We’re cool.”
“He looks scared to death of ya,” Garrett says.
As he should be.
“Hasn’t even come over to say anything or creep on Mallory,” Garrett continues. “It’s fuckin’ weird.”
My foot’s mostly healed. The fury in my gut still lingers, so I’m not about to wave Andrew over and pretend nothing happened.
Alvin’s the only one I told about the incident and he agreed I should close the door on Andrew’s world of mayhem.
“Who knows what’s going on in his head.” I shrug and search the room for Alvin. He spots me and waves, working his way over to us. Halfway across the room, he stops, cocks his head,