Rock Star Romance: Dan (Contemporary New Adult Rockstar Bad Boy Romance) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 4) by Jade Allen

“All about getting
myself off?” Sophie shrugged.
    “Something like that,” she said. “I mean, you do
know there are rumors about Molly Riot’s members…”
    “What rumors?” I rolled back on top of Sophie. “Is
the word on the street that we’re all terrible in bed?” Sophie snickered.
    “No—but some people do think you guys are kind of
slutty,” Sophie told me. “Less so now, obviously.”
    “So if we’re sluts then we should be good
in bed,” I pointed out. I kissed her again and felt myself starting to get
hard. “In fact, I will show you exactly how good I am in bed, right now.”
Sophie chuckled lowly and wrapped her arms around me.
    “Show away,” she said.
     

 
    ****
    I woke up in my own bed, for once feeling like I’d
managed to get a decent night’s sleep in spite of the fact that Sophie and I
had been up until about four, having sex over and over again. We’d only stopped
at three-thirty in the morning because I had promised to get her to her car so
she could get home in enough time to feed the cat.
    I had to get to the studio but we’d all agreed not
to get started until two in the afternoon; when I checked the time on my phone
it was only eleven. Time enough to get a shower, grab some breakfast, and maybe
get in a little practice on one of the songs we’d changed up the day before
until I had to get to the complex. I scrolled through my Facebook feed for a
few moments in bed, thinking about Sophie; there was still something between
us, I knew, but I couldn’t deal with the situation with her until I dealt with
the one with Mark. I wondered if Sophie had already let Mark know that she
would have to cancel—and if so, how she’d done it. Almost feel bad for the
guy, I thought idly. Mark had no idea that I’d gone for the same girl but
more successfully; he’d probably be pissed at me, but like Nick had pointed
out, it wasn’t like it was the first time any of us had gone for the same girl.
    As if my thoughts were a cue, my phone buzzed in
my hand while I was on the way to the bathroom to grab a shower. It was Mark. Sophie
canceled on me. What the hell, man? I stared at my phone for a minute,
feeling guiltier than I thought I would. Had she said something about why she
had to cancel? Before I could reply, I got another text—from Sophie. I tried
to tell Mark that it was just a scheduling conflict, but he kept pushing for
another date and I eventually just gave in and told him I’d decided to go out
with you instead.
    I sat down on the rim of the bathtub. Obviously I
wasn’t going to get my chance to have a calm, normal talk with Mark about what
had happened with Sophie—he already knew, and from her instead of from me. I
asked her out that night we went to Prop, I wrote to Mark. She said yes.
She shouldn’t have agreed to go out with you in the first place. I’m sorry I
didn’t say anything, man. I put my phone aside and stepped into the shower,
hoping against hope that that would be all there was to talk about—at least for
the day.
    I got another text while I was shaving, but I
waited until I was done to look at it. What the fuck, dude?
    I didn’t know what to say to that. Mark had a
right to be pissed at me—I could recognize that. I had been pissed at him, even
though it wasn’t his fault, when I’d found out he was going on a date with
Sophie. But I’d known and he hadn’t. From his perspective I’d basically pulled
the rug out from under him.
    I got another text, this one from Nick. Mark
says he’s not coming in today. Guess he knows? I cringed.
    Sophie canceled her date with him, I
replied. She told him why. If Mark wasn’t going to be in the studio that
day, there was no point in any of us being there—we were still doing the live
room recordings, not the individual parts yet.
    Fuck, dude. You going to talk to him? I
thought about that question and didn’t have a good answer for it. I’d have to
talk to Mark sometime; I’d have to see if I could get