The Song Remains the Same (27 page)

Again, she shrugged. “So? I’m used to, like, seven orgasms a day. You’ve turned me into a depraved sex maniac.”

I groaned again—this time, in defeat. My dick was so happy, listening to her talk about touching herself and being turned into a sex fiend because of me.

“You should probably put that away,” she said softly, watching it get hard again.

“I should probably put it in
you
,” I told her.

I swore, her eyes went all black at the thought of letting me do it.

“Right,” I grunted, getting up and heading into the bathroom.

I didn’t bother with shutting the door. I was fuckin’ hoping she’d see my naked ass and go apeshit, just like I would’ve.

Little shit.

She didn’t come near the bathroom, but she went straight to her laptop.

Click, click, click.

I showered quickly and strode out butt-ass naked into the room to get dressed. She was fuckin’ bothered because her
clicking
got all furious.

Half-dressed, I called Jace. “Man, I need a fuckin’ drink.”

“No doubt!” He laughed evilly.

“Fuck you. Meet me in the bar in, like, fifteen?”

“Sure, man,” he replied.

We must be getting old or something.

Back in the day, we used to party like rock stars after a set with booze, fuckin’ strange chicks, and drugs all over the place along with an after-show high.

The electric glow from her computer screen bounced off my Baby Girl’s face, and it hit me hard that all I wanted was to stay up here and hang out with her. Even back then, that was all I’d ever wanted. The fast life had held no meaning or happiness. It’d just been a way to blow off some steam and make time hurry the fuck up.

“Do you want to smoke before you head out?” she asked, turning to look at me.

Warmth filled my chest. Fuck, I loved this woman. She fuckin’ got me. She fuckin’
owned
me.

“Yeah. That’d be great.”

She pulled out a spliff—
I swear to fuckin’ God, I’ll never get that word out of my head
—and we got all toasty.

“Come have a few drinks with us,” I said as I stood up.

Her smile knocked the breath from me. “Yeah, maybe. I got a few things to take care of first though.”

Bending down, I kissed her sweet mouth. With her kissing me back, I knew I had to get the fuck out of there, or I’d be ripping off her fuckin’ clothes, not giving a damn about her commitment to her convictions.

“Shit, did we just cash an entire bottle of Blue Label?” I asked Jace as he poured the last drops into his glass.

“Just like old times,” he stated. “Oy! We need another one!” he called out to the cute little thing behind the bar.

I was feeling fuckin’ liquid and warm, loose and relaxed. My dick wasn’t hard.
Awesome
.

Shit looked fuzzy, but that was cool, too. Lately, everything had been harsh lines and ragged edges. Not having mind-blowing sex with my Baby Girl had left me like that. Fuckin’ my woman made everything soft and fuzzy for me, making me love-drunk.

Fuck, I was well on my way to wasted.

Cute Little Thing brought us another bottle of Blue Label, and Jason told her to charge it to his room. She nodded and smiled. Then, she dropped something next to me. Squatting down to pick it up, she clamped her tiny hand on my thigh to assist herself back up.

Nothing.

She even smiled and winked at me, and I thought I smiled back, but I wasn’t too sure. Jason was cracking up.

After he poured another drink, we sat back and watched people go by from our vantage point. We had a huge curved booth all to our lonesome. I was spread out like fuckin’ peanut butter on a bagel.

Nutty. Ha-ha. Yeah.

“Fuckin’ life of a rock star…” Jason slurred and then snorted. “I swear, we played to twenty thousand tonight, man. Are we washed up?”

I shrugged. “It was fun.”

“Fuck yeah. But now we hide after a show and drink by ourselves. What the fuck happened to us?”

“Phenomenal pussy.”

He blinked in surprise. “Is that right? Naw, man. I’ve been tapping Sheri’s pussy from the get-go—”

“Yeah, but so was everyone else. Now, she keeps it just for you.”

“She
always
kept it just for me!”

“If you say so.”

He looked shocked. “Was she fuckin’ other dudes?”

“Not in our band.”

“Shut the fuck up! Who?”

“Some of the guys we toured with, but like,
waaay
back in the day. I know Devon nailed her a couple of times.”

Again, he blinked in surprise. “Well, no shit. He is kinda dreamy though.”

“Yeah…maybe a little bit.”

“You still wanna kill him?”

“That’d just piss off Baby Girl. I don’t like it when she’s mad at me.”

“No phenomenal pussy for you!” he shouted.

I shook my head. “She totally diddled herself in the shower and then walked in on me having a go at myself. She watched, too. Handed me the towel after. She’s awesome like that.”

Tears were leaking out of Jason’s eyes. He was laughing that fuckin’ hard.

“You two, man…”

Shrugging, I knocked back my whiskey. “She holds the POWAH!”

He just laughed and laughed.

“It’s true. There’s something up her pussy that’s fuckin’ magic. My dick knows when it ain’t her and won’t work. Don’t want no other pussy. Hers is fuckin’ perfect.”

Jason’s forehead
thonked
on the tabletop as he lost it.

“What’s so funny about that?”

Sitting up, he wiped tears from his eyes. “Naw man. It’s funny ’cause it’s like me ’n’ Sher-Bear. Well…at least for the last year, I guess. I don’t want no other pussy either. And with all the yoga shit Kenna’s been teachin’ her, who needs quantity over quality, ya know?”

“That shit
is
fuckin’ awesome, man. Who fuckin’ knew? Connor does that shit. He’s got a whole herd of groupies followin’ his ass around. He must have a magic pussy, too.”

Connor was a fuckin’ enigma in his damn self. That cat had it all—magic brain, magic understanding of music, magic body that women were crawling on hands and knees to smear themselves over. He was the ladies new favorite, and none of us could blame them. He needed to live the rock-star life before he found his own magic pussy. Too bad we were too fuckin’ old and didn’t give a shit to party with him and his crew up in his room.

Naw. This is better.

“So, where’s Sher-Bear then?” I asked Jason.

“She passed the fuck out the second we got in the room, man! I was ready to throw that shit in all night long, but she sat her ass down on the bed while I went to take a leak, and when I came back, she was out. I was gettin’ ready to watch expensive fuckin’ porn when you called.”

“Did you at least tuck her in before you left?”

“Yeah. Removed her shoes, too.”

“It’s the little things.”

Another glass knocked back, and my head was buzzing.
I swear, I thought Baby Girl said she was gonna join us…

“Well, would you look at that,” said Jason.

I had to squint to steady my gaze to see what he was looking at.
Aw, fuck no, man!

Brigid. In
my
hotel, in
my
fuckin’ bar. She was dressed to fuckin’ kill in a tiny little white dress that looked as though it had been painted on her. She looked like an expensive-ass hooker. My Baby Girl never looked like that—and thank fuckin’ God! Brigid made expensive look fuckin’ cheap while Kenna made her beaten-up clothes look finely aged.

My Baby Girl was so fuckin’ cool.

Sinking low in the booth, I hoped Brigid wouldn’t see us. Jason watched my descent with blurry-eyed fascination until I could sink no further, which was a joke because he and I were now eye-level. He exploded into laughter once more.

“Shh, man!” I hissed.

But it was too late. She heard him and saw us. Her smile…fuck, her smile was pure evil.

“Hey, guys! I didn’t know you were staying here, too!” she said as she came up, trying hard to look all sweet and innocent.

“Go away, Brigid,” I said, attempting to straighten my drunk ass out.

“Don’t be like that,” she chided. “Why are you two here all by yourselves?”

“Because we want to be,” snapped Jason. “Why are
you
here?”

He liked her about as much as Sheri did.

“Waiting for Devon to pick me up. Where’s Kenna?”

“Workin’,” I replied.

“Really? I heard she isn’t doing her
job
by you anymore, Phil. Why’s that?”

“Doin’ her job by me? What the fuck does that even mean?”

Kenna’s job description didn’t include getting me off, for fuck’s sake. She was a goddamn doctor!

“It means, she should be taking care of you, especially if there are other women who would be more than happy to take her place.”

Staring at her, I hoped my face showed my disgust, but I couldn’t feel my face, so I wasn’t so sure. I guessed not since she smiled and moved closer.

Fuck, she was fast!

Before I could blink, she was on me, straddling me in that tiny excuse for a dress. Her ass had to be hanging out. Her crotch felt really hot, and I didn’t think she was wearing panties neither ’cause a whiff of her musk wafted up my nose.

“Christ, Brigid,” I hissed.

She ground down on me.

Nope, no panties.

My arms hung at my sides. I was trying to lift them to shove her off me.

“Phil, just give me another chance. I promise, it’ll be worth it,” she said sweetly.

Then, her lips were on mine, her tongue shoving its way into my mouth. Grossed out and so stunned and drunk, I sort of just went…
elsewhere
in my head to escape this unpleasant situation.

When she resurfaced for air, I glared at her. “Are you done?”

She jerked back as though I had slapped her, and to be honest, I really wanted to, but my arms—

Fuck!

Her knees were pinning them to the booth. No wonder they weren’t working.

Brigid got all red and blotchy. “Is she
really
so much better than me?” she hissed, her face turning ugly. “What does that giant fucking troll have that I don’t?”

“A fuckin’ sense of common decency for one,” I snarled, getting fired up. “And, yeah, she really
is
so much fuckin’ better than you, in every sense, Brigid. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d really fuckin’ appreciate it if you would get the fuck off me before I fuckin’ chuck your whorin’ ass across the bar.”

Her jaw dropped. She was frozen in shock on top of me or something. Out of the corner of my eye, a hand clamped around her arm and dragged her off my lap. Looking up, I saw Devon’s furious face…and Kenna’s right behind his shoulder.

“Fuck me. This just ain’t happenin’,” I groaned. I purposely banged my head back against the wall, wishing I could feel it.

“Fuck you!” Brigid screamed at me. “You stupid backwater American piece of trash! Who the fuck are you to—”

Kenna was finished.

Even as numb and wasted as I was, I felt her fury over having to constantly defend her position with me to this bitch, always having to have her guard up because Brigid had been making her life a living hell.

My Baby Girl fuckin’
snapped
.

Kenna shoved Devon to the side—it was all just a blur really—and with the strength of a giant troll, she pushed Brigid. The puny European bitch went flying—again, just one big blur—screaming like a fuckin’ banshee, landing hard and skidding across the floor. Kenna was gearing up to pounce, but Devon wrapped his arms—I was gonna break those—around her and held her back.

Jason popped up to his knees next to me in the booth, craning his head to watch as Brigid’s legs spread out, showing the bar all sorts of snatch.

“Would you look at that?” he crowed, pointing. “It looks like a busted fuckin’ taco! The beef is spillin’ out an’ e’erythan’! Where the fuck’s Flipper? We need Mexican verification on that!”

Devon gently pushed Kenna on me, and I wrapped my arms around her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, horrified.

“The fuck for?” I asked, all fired up again.

Kenna slithered off my lap, watching Devon haul Brigid to her feet. The woman had the wisdom to run out and not look back.

“Devon, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let her get to me.”

“No worries, Doc. You’ve taken enough shit from her to last a lifetime,” he said. He gave me a peculiar look, but then he just headed out of the bar, following the trash.

Kenna stood there, looking like she was really disappointed in herself.

“Come here,” I said.

She moved to stand next to me, and I slid my hand up between her legs.

“Phil!” she hissed.

Looking up all innocent-like, I pushed the pad of my thumb into her sweet spot. “Hmm?”

“Stop it!”

“I don’t wanna! Come on. Don’t I get a little somethin’ for not tearin’ into the motherfucker right here?”

Jason snorted, and I turned to glare at him.

“Fuck you, douche.”

“I thought you said it didn’t work for anyone but Baby Girl.”