Chapter 24
Quinn
The Following Afternoon…
Me: Can’t stop thinking about you.
Cassie: You say the nicest things.
Me: Sorry I had to bail so fast this morning. Nick changed our studio time. Hated leaving you in that big bed all alone.
Cassie: Don’t stress. I occupied myself.
Ah, man. Does she mean what I think she means? Fuck. That’s hot. I glance around the studio to make sure no one’s watching me, and then type back a quick reply.
Me: You’ve got my attention. Talk me through it.
Cassie: LOL. Get your mind out of the gutter. I watched a movie. I ordered room service. Bacon and eggs never tasted so good.
Me: I bet they didn’t taste as good as you. Your pussy tastes like heaven. I’m hard just thinking about it.
Cassie: Then stop thinking about it.
This makes me laugh because what does she think I am? Super human?
I cease laughing the second Reed glances over at me. He’s talking to Nick at the edge of the stage, but he keeps giving me weird looks like he knows I’m up to something.
Cassie: Where are you now?
Me: Still tied up at the studio. It’s been a long day. Nick just told us we’ll be getting a new opening act for the Goodbye NY gig. Should be interesting.
Cassie: Nick called this morning, but I missed it. I was in the shower. I sent him a text to say I was feeling better.
Me: Better? You feel incredible.
Cassie: Be serious. Do you think he suspects anything?
Me: Nah, he’s too caught up in tour plans to worry about anything else. What are you up to today?
Cassie: I’m in class right now.
Me: WTF? You didn’t tell me you were in class. You shouldn’t be texting if you’re in class.
Cassie: Sorry, I forgot to send you a Father’s Day card this year, Dad. Forgive me .
Me: Smart ass. What about later? I want to show you something.
Cassie: That’s creepy, dude.
Me: Don’t call me dude. Plans? Yes or no?
Cassie: I’ll be done here by 4.
Me: Perfect. Don’t eat dinner.
Cassie: What do you want to show me?
Me: Sending you the address now.
I’m glad my back is turned because we’ve just wrapped for the day, and Jaxon decides now would be an awesome time to crash tackle Kael across the stage. The pair of bumbling idiots barrel toward me so fast that I almost drop my phone.
“Hey, watch it,” I groan, shoving Jaxon’s shoulder.
The last thing I need is for one of them to see who I’m texting. Wouldn’t that just make their day? They wouldn’t be able to run back to Nick fast enough.
Assholes.
Kael and Jaxon wrestle around for a few more minutes, grunting, and breathing hard, and then Kael takes an air-swing at Jaxon, and it’s so damn comical that we all start laughing.
Kael included.
“So, where’d you take off to last night?” Jaxon asks me, breathlessly. He flops down on the edge of the stage, resting his elbows on his widespread knees. “I saw Dee had her claws in you for a while there. Did she finally get her way?”
“Not a fucking chance,” I grunt.
“Well, you buried your dick somewhere, because you’ve got scratches all down the back of your neck, and unless you bought a cat I don’t know about, you got yourself some other kind of pussy.”
My hand flies to the back of my neck. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m the fucking drummer, man. I sit behind you, remember? I see everything from back there, and you, my friend, definitely bagged someone last night.”
I shrug, trying to hide my impatience.
“Tell us her name,” he insists.
Biting my tongue, I grab my guitar from the rack so I can tune it. It’s already tuned, of course it is, has been for hours. But I need something to do with my hands, or I’ll end up handing Jaxon his ass on a silver platter if he doesn’t let the subject drop.
“Don’t play coy.” He grins. “I don’t give a shit who you get jiggy with, I just want to hear all the gory details. I haven’t had sex in three weeks, three fucking weeks, can you believe it? And it’s starting to screw with my mind.” He puts both fists against his temples, and then his fingers spread out like his brain’s exploding.
Much muttered swearing from me because Jax’s antics are grating on my nerves today, and then Kael raises his hand, waving it around frantically.
“Oh, oh, pick me…I’ve got gory details.”
Jaxon tucks one leg under the other. “Let’s hear it then.”
“Okay, so did anyone else notice the two very blonde, very hot waitresses working at the hotel last night?”
Jaxon and I both nod. Sure I’d noticed them, it was hard not to. They were identical twins, with identical hairstyles, wearing the exact same short black skirts that barely covered their asses and low-cut white blouses.
“Yeah, well they looked even hotter taking turns sucking on my dick.”
Jaxon laughs. “Bull. Fucking. Shit.”
“I’m dead serious. No word of a lie.” Kael cups his junk through his jeans, giving it a good squeeze. “And the best part of all, turns out they weren’t only interested in me, but also in each other. Holy shit, my brothers, girl on girl action is heaven, we all know that. But sister on sister action, it was like waking up in goddamn Nirvana.”
Jaxon’s eyes widen. “You had a threesome? With twins? And you didn’t invite me in on the action? It’s called sharing, you selfish prick. What the hell, man? I just said I haven’t had sex in three weeks.”
Kael’s waving him away before he finishes his sentence. “The Plaza might be fancy and all, but let me tell you, the dumpster in the back alley could use a little more attention to detail. Disappointing really, vastly disappointing.”
“You got a blow job in a dumpster?” Jaxon chokes out. His head jerks back, and his face screws up in disgust.
“Get over yourself, King. I got a blow job next to the dumpster, not in the dumpster. I have standards, man.”
I don’t know how much more of this I can listen to. Kael’s rendition of events, which may or may not even be true; it is Kael we’re talking about. But wait. On second thought, it is Kael we’re talking about, so indecent exposure in a public place, probably true.
I say nothing.
“I swear to God, man,” Kael continues. “Tongues ended up in places no other tongue has ventured before.” His expression suddenly turns serious. He checks quickly over both shoulders and lowers his voice. “Either of you ever experimented with a little prostate pleasure?”
And…that’s me done.
I’m not in the mood to hear about Kael’s prostate, and I definitely don’t need to know what he did to pleasure it. I can only imagine, and that’s horrific enough.
Sliding my guitar back into the rack, I gather up all my stuff, shoving my hoodie, wallet, and keys into a duffel bag.
Heading for the stairs, I don’t bother looking back, but I do flip them both the bird over my shoulder by way of a parting gift.
“Later, ladies.”