He’s a bit shorter than Joel, Adam, and Shawn, but he’s taller than Cody and has more meat on his bones. His eyes are a warm brown, and he has a thick mop of chestnut hair I wouldn’t mind tugging my fingers through . . . It’s only too bad he’d rather drink beer and play video games than have a good time.
Shawn laughs and clinks his beer bottle to Mike’s. I roll my eyes and flag the bartender, ordering a vodka cranberry and telling him to make it a good one. I down it quickly, listening to the guys’ banter and contemplating separating myself from them completely so I don’t have to buy my next drink. I’m scanning the other side of the bar when I see Cody, the band’s third guitarist, appear in the crowd.
The first time we met was the same night Adam made a public spectacle of asking Rowan to be his girlfriend. I was sitting next to Joel on the bus after the show when Cody slid into the seat next to me.
“Want the grand tour?” he asked. His leer made it clear he was already assuming my answer would be yes, and I knew which room he wanted to show me—the black-satin bedroom Rowan had told me about, which I had no interest in seeing with anyone other than Joel. Or Shawn. Or even Mike. But definitely not fucking Cody. There was just something about the way he looked at me that made me want to knee him in the crotch.
“I was hoping Joel would show me,” I suggested loudly enough for Joel to overhear, and he removed himself from the conversation everyone else was having to turn his head in my direction and give me that smile that made my clothes feel too small and the space between us feel too big. I had just met him the night before, but we’d already had sex all over every inch of my dorm room, trashing it in true rock-star fashion.
Cody’s hand slid across my back and curled around my waist. “I want my turn.”
My eyes snapped back to him. “Excuse me?”
“You look like fun. Joel’s already had his turn.”
“Are you fucking serious right now?” I wasn’t some fucking toy to be passed around, and I also wasn’t going to sit there and let him assume I was.
Joel burst out laughing. “Code, is that really the best line you’ve got?”
“Didn’t think she was the type of girl I’d need to drop lines on,” Cody said, still giving me a shit-eating smile that I itched to slap off his face.
Joel tugged me onto his lap to get me away from Cody, but I was full-on seething. I was contemplating planting my stiletto heel between Cody’s legs when Joel buried his face in my hair and slid his rough fingertips up my bare thigh. “Ignore him. I don’t plan on sharing you.”
I finally stopped glaring at Cody long enough to gaze at Joel, and he gave me a warm smile that defused me.
“I’m ready to give you that tour now,” he continued, and then he kissed me and Cody disappeared.
Now, Joel is the one I want to disappear, and I need Cody to help make that happen. Every night since demanding his turn, he’s taken every available opportunity to let me know he still wants it. Winks behind Joel’s back. Comments whispered in my ear when Joel isn’t around. Tonight, when he spots me at the bar and rakes his greedy eyes over me inch by deliberate inch, I don’t scowl or flash him my middle finger. I let him take his fill, and when his eyes finally meet mine, his lips curl with satisfaction and I push away from the bar. He walks toward me, I walk toward him, and when we meet at the edge of the dance floor, I take his hand and pull him deep into the crowd. We’re in the middle of a clash of dancing bodies when I spin around and drape my arms around his neck, pushing up close to him and getting pulled even closer when he tightens his hold around my waist.
“Finally done with Joel?” he asks, smirking at me. With my heels, we’re eye level, a comfort I don’t have when I’m staring doe-eyed up at Joel. Maybe short guys aren’t so bad after all.
I place my finger over his lips.
Shawn laughs and clinks his beer bottle to Mike’s. I roll my eyes and flag the bartender, ordering a vodka cranberry and telling him to make it a good one. I down it quickly, listening to the guys’ banter and contemplating separating myself from them completely so I don’t have to buy my next drink. I’m scanning the other side of the bar when I see Cody, the band’s third guitarist, appear in the crowd.
The first time we met was the same night Adam made a public spectacle of asking Rowan to be his girlfriend. I was sitting next to Joel on the bus after the show when Cody slid into the seat next to me.
“Want the grand tour?” he asked. His leer made it clear he was already assuming my answer would be yes, and I knew which room he wanted to show me—the black-satin bedroom Rowan had told me about, which I had no interest in seeing with anyone other than Joel. Or Shawn. Or even Mike. But definitely not fucking Cody. There was just something about the way he looked at me that made me want to knee him in the crotch.
“I was hoping Joel would show me,” I suggested loudly enough for Joel to overhear, and he removed himself from the conversation everyone else was having to turn his head in my direction and give me that smile that made my clothes feel too small and the space between us feel too big. I had just met him the night before, but we’d already had sex all over every inch of my dorm room, trashing it in true rock-star fashion.
Cody’s hand slid across my back and curled around my waist. “I want my turn.”
My eyes snapped back to him. “Excuse me?”
“You look like fun. Joel’s already had his turn.”
“Are you fucking serious right now?” I wasn’t some fucking toy to be passed around, and I also wasn’t going to sit there and let him assume I was.
Joel burst out laughing. “Code, is that really the best line you’ve got?”
“Didn’t think she was the type of girl I’d need to drop lines on,” Cody said, still giving me a shit-eating smile that I itched to slap off his face.
Joel tugged me onto his lap to get me away from Cody, but I was full-on seething. I was contemplating planting my stiletto heel between Cody’s legs when Joel buried his face in my hair and slid his rough fingertips up my bare thigh. “Ignore him. I don’t plan on sharing you.”
I finally stopped glaring at Cody long enough to gaze at Joel, and he gave me a warm smile that defused me.
“I’m ready to give you that tour now,” he continued, and then he kissed me and Cody disappeared.
Now, Joel is the one I want to disappear, and I need Cody to help make that happen. Every night since demanding his turn, he’s taken every available opportunity to let me know he still wants it. Winks behind Joel’s back. Comments whispered in my ear when Joel isn’t around. Tonight, when he spots me at the bar and rakes his greedy eyes over me inch by deliberate inch, I don’t scowl or flash him my middle finger. I let him take his fill, and when his eyes finally meet mine, his lips curl with satisfaction and I push away from the bar. He walks toward me, I walk toward him, and when we meet at the edge of the dance floor, I take his hand and pull him deep into the crowd. We’re in the middle of a clash of dancing bodies when I spin around and drape my arms around his neck, pushing up close to him and getting pulled even closer when he tightens his hold around my waist.
“Finally done with Joel?” he asks, smirking at me. With my heels, we’re eye level, a comfort I don’t have when I’m staring doe-eyed up at Joel. Maybe short guys aren’t so bad after all.
I place my finger over his lips.
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