Текст книги "The Song Remains the Same"

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Phil

Asleep, Kenna was spread out over me. With my arms wrapped tightly around her, I was in a state of bliss. We had lain on one of the couches hours ago, just talking and getting it all out in the open.

She had told me all about the shit she’d been dealing with these past couple of days, and I fuckin’ burned with anger and regret. My Baby Girl didn’t deserve the crap being shoveled on her. Kenna never put anyone down, never made anyone feel less than what they were. For her to have to go through that kind of mindfuck with my ex was fuckin’ all sorts of wrong.

Connor had confronted me before the show, and he’d been just as pissed as I was when he told me about what Brigid had been doing.

“You fuckin’ started this shit! Now, Kenna can’t fuckin’ go anywhere without that cunt showing up and making her life hell! You fuckin’ fix this shit, or I will,” he’d said to me.

Not too sure what he’d meant by him fixing it, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want to find out. Hippie kids were weirdos. They understood shit normal people just didn’t. He’d probably unleash some sort of ancient evil yoga voodoo on Brigid. So, I had taken matters into my own hands and asked the guys if we could pull a cover song because my woman spoke in terms of music.

She’d totally gotten me. She’d finally fuckin’ come clean, and more than that, I had earned her trust back. She’d forgiven me.

Again. When will I quit fuckin’ up?

Probably never.

On top of all this, I was supposed to be findin’ a way to sit down with fuckin’ GianFranco. It really wasn’t something I felt like I could do. For so long, that motherfucker had fucked with my head, and for Kenna to put her promise to me on hold until I did…I wished I could feel like she’d betrayed me, but I knew that wasn’t the case.

Looking into Kenna’s eyes tonight, when she had told me she was wrong, that she was sorry, it was like she had shone with this light that was all for me. It was love and truth and joy, and it’d found me worthy of it. My heart had tripped into my head, and she’d filled my eyes and soul. I’d thought I had loved her before, but now…

I had meant it when I told her that it was far, far beyond having sex with her. What I felt was far beyond anything that could be shared between us physically.

Not so much now though. She was soft and smelling fuckin’ clean and sweet and feeling so fuckin’ right.

My dick was pressing painfully into her belly, and it was all I could do not to dry-hump the fuck outta her.

Lili had come up and draped a blanket over us, smiling, being the sweet Pygmy I knew and loved. She’d been a fuckin’ nasty little runt to deal with, kicking me in the shins and shit. I had to remember the woman aimed low and had pointy fuckin’ feet.

Shifting to ease up the pressure on my dick didn’t help. Kenna snuggled in closer, and I could feel her perfect little tits rubbing against my chest. I hadn’t fuckin’ blown a load since the night in Georgia. My nads were threatening violence if I didn’t do something right now. My head didn’t want to until I could be inside her…

Tossing off the blanket, I held Kenna to my chest and carried her to her bunk. I really wished I wasn’t wearing sweats. Alys came down from The Attic. Seeing me trying to open up the foxhole, she came to help…and totally got an eyeful.

“Damn, Phil!” she whispered, her puffy lips twitching.

“Shut it, woman,” I growled.

Kenna stirred, but she didn’t really wake up. Her eyes barely able to open, she let me tuck her into the bunk. Then, I tucked up my junk and pulled myself into my own foxhole. I couldn’t stretch out straight, but at least I couldn’t roll over and roll out. Lying on my gut, I turned my head toward her, trying to see her face in the low light.

I’d never really been sex-crazed before Kenna. Yeah, I’d turned into a slut over the years, but it was more because I’d had nothing better to do. The weird shit I’d gotten into with GianFranco was more of a phase, just something that had suited me at the time. When I’d left that part of my life behind, I never really needed to go back to it. I’d never touched Brigid that way. It had been straight-up sex. She’d liked it rough, and I had done my job by her as best as I could.

Shit, just thinking of sex with Brigid made my dick shrivel up. My groin relaxed.

Kenna had woken up a fuckin’ beast in me, and that fucker would do whatever the hell she wanted, whenever she wanted it. She might think I controlled what happened between us, but the truth was…it was all about her. Something inside her would tell something inside me what she needed, and that was what would happen.

The times she’d tied me up and whipped me…I fuckin’ loved that shit. After the last time, I’d had bruises on my ass that lasted for days, and sitting had been no easy task, but fuck me, there was something awesome about the pain she’d delivered. When I could feel it long after we were done, it was like having a little piece of her on me.

Maybe I was totally fucked in the head, but I really couldn’t give a shit. Sheri and Jason were into some bizarre fuckin’ shit, so I didn’t feel too much like a weirdo.

My woman sighed in her sleep, and I looked over at her again, my dick swelling up once more.

She was fuckin’ blackmailing my ass, denying me her sweet slice until I spoke to GianFranco. She knew I’d break down eventually. The only thing that kept me going was that I knew she wasn’t having an easy time of it either. But she’d outlast me. I knew that.

And I knew that she’d never ask me to talk to Devon unless she felt it was really, really important.

Okay, I’m fuckin’ miserable.

Miami shows really were some of the best. Even if it was too fuckin’ hot and nasty to want to live, the crowd and the vibe were one in a million.

By the time we’d finished our set, we were soaked and sore. After the first fuckin’ song, I had stripped off my shirt, boots, and socks, and I’d come close to marching my ass around in my skivvies, but I hadn’t been too sure that would be a smart idea.

Brigid was lurking around backstage.

My Baby Girl had vanished at that point, and that fuckin’ pissed me off. My ex was running her out of her rightful place, and I was gonna give that bitch a piece of my fuckin’ mind.

Kenna belonged here with me.

Enough was enough.

Sheri had sat my ass down earlier in the day and explained that Brigid felt I owed her two fuckin’ inches of debt. Those weren’t my inches to give, not that it would’ve mattered if they were. Brigid didn’t get that. Sheri had also informed me of how Brigid used to talk shit about me behind my back while she and I were together. That hadn’t bothered me, but I could see that it bothered the fuck out of Sher-Bear.

Brigid was gone by the time we walked off the stage, and I was hurting to see my Baby Girl. I found her in the tour bus, hanging with Mack. They were smoking a spliff, and she was laughing at something the old man had said. When she saw me, her eyes sparkled and lit up like Christmas.

“Hey, Baby Girl. I missed you after the set,” I said, sitting down beside her.

Her smile and sparkle dimmed. “Yeah, I was—”

“Don’t even. I saw her, too. Did she say anything to you?”

By the pink creeping in her cheeks, I could take that as a yes. She didn’t want to talk about it. Maybe it was ’cause Mack was sitting there.

“You can tell me when we get to the hotel, yeah?”

She blushed even more and wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“What?”

“I’m bunking with Connor,” she said quietly, as if the volume of her voice would somehow soften the blow I felt in my heart.

Just then, Connor and about seven of his Miami crew tripped onto the bus, and I knew that there was no way in hell she wanted to share Connor’s fuckin’ room with that riffraff. But the suite I would have had one big fuckin’ king-sized bed, and his room had two doubles, so it wasn’t hard to figure that shit out.

While checking in, I gave Connor my room, and to Kenna’s horror, I announced we’d be taking his.

“Phil, I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” she hissed at me.

Fuck, she was cute when she was miffed with her green eyes flashing fire.

“Hush, Baby Girl. There are two fuckin’ beds.”

Her lips went flat, but she followed me to our room anyway. First thing she did was grab her bag and head into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. I fuckin’ hated that. I glared at the door as if it were my enemy.

Then, I heard the shower going. My poor head started thinking of her, all naked and wet, and my dick surged.

Fuck my life.

Kenna was driving me insane. My dick was driving me insane. Blowing a load just might take the fuckin’ edge off. Spotting a box of tissues, I yanked off my shirt, grabbed the box, flopped down on the bed, and pulled out a seriously painful hard-on.

I didn’t hear when the shower got turned off. I was dick deep in a memory of Kenna on her hands and knees, making those fuckin’ awesome noises while I watched my dick disappear up inside her. I didn’t hear the bathroom door unlock and then open either.

“Phil!” she yelped.

“What?” I snarled. “It ain’t like you’re helpin’ me out here!”

She was quiet for a moment, just watching I guessed. I wouldn’t know because my eyes were closed, and in my head, my face was shoved in her slice.

“What are you thinking about?” She sounded almost shy.

Why is she so goddamn cute?

“You,” I replied. “And all the nasty shit I’m gonna inflict on you when you finally get over this shit.”

“Yeah…” She sighed. “That’s what I thought about, too.”

She had fuckin’ diddled herself in the shower!

That was the hottest fuckin’ thing I could think of, and I fuckin’ insta-spunked.

“Oh, fuuuck…” I groaned.

I heard her sigh again, like the fuckin’ sight of me getting myself off was a glorious thing. As I tried to catch my breath, my whole body shuddered, and the release left me limp. I opened an eye just a crack and looked at her. She was dressed in her Zoso shirt and baggy jeans, leaning in the doorway. Her cheeks were so rosy, and her eyes were bright, as though she were sick with a fever.

“You’re killin’ me, Kenna. There ain’t no reason for this shit.”

“I can’t say I don’t regret my decision, babe. But I am committed to it, so…can’t back out now.”

“The fuck you can’t.”

“The fuck I will. What kind of person would that make me, if I just gave up on my convictions?”

She was right, the little shit.

“So, you touched yourself in the shower?”

“Yes.”

“Was it good?”

“You do it better.”

I groaned and closed my eyes again.

“Need a towel?”

Reaching over, I lifted the box of tissues for her viewing pleasure.

“Yeah, not too sure those will cut it, babe.”

I glanced down, and holy fuck, there was no fuckin’ way a pair of testicles could have produced that much spunk. That shit covered my stomach. Shit, there was even some on Her Tattoo. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ…”

A towel landed on my face. Grabbing it, I mopped up the mess I had made.

“Guess it’s been a while for you?”

“Georgia,” I grunted.

“Whoa. You lasted way longer than I did.”

I shot her a surprised look, and she shrugged.

“What can I say? You turn me on when I’m mad at you.”

“When was the first time you touched yourself after Georgia?”

She blushed. “Pretty much every day since Georgia—no, wait. Not the first night.”

“Every day?”

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.”

Rolling my eyes, my head swiveled back to Kenna, who had moved my hand away from her sweet warm crotch. I pulled her onto my lap, and my dick jumped.

Motherfucker. Looked like I didn’t have whiskey dick after all.

“Let’s go fool around,” I said.

She laughed. My dick went Ironman.

“Come on. Please?” I begged, wiggling my groin under her ass. “I’ll make sure you come four, maybe five times.”

“Pfft!”

“At least three.”

Her laugh was warm and alive, a breathing fuckin’ entity that stroked me from the inside out.

“Maybe just once, but it’ll be good. You know I’ll keep goin’, Baby Girl.”

“I know.”

“Is that a yes?”

“No.”

“Is it a no then?”

“Yes.”

“Damn it.”

She pulled out her phone, and I totally felt her up, slipping my hands up under her shirt.

“Hey, Tiny. I’ve got Phil and Jace here in the bar, and they’re way wasted—”

“Is this the black bra I got you?” I asked, running my thumb over a lacy nipple. It was all tight and pebbled. Cool.

She slapped my hand, so I pinched her back.

“Thanks, Tiny. See you guys in a bit then.”

I buried my face in her neck, licking and kissing her gorgeous skin. She tasted like honey and cream and…

“Vanilla,” I groaned. “You’re diabolical, Baby. Why do you hate me so much?”

“You know I don’t hate you, Phil,” she said, her voice low and rich.

I could feel it. It was like warm velvet touching me all over.

“Fuck, I want you so bad…” I groaned.

Next to me, Jason gave off a light snore. Son of a bitch had passed out.

Sweet. Then, maybe Baby Girl wouldn’t mind too much if I put my hand back on her crotch.

“Damn it, Phil—”

“It’s my fuckin’ pussy, Kenna. I don’t even know why I let you keep it away from me. Ain’t right, woman. I need it. Give it to me.”

She was laughing at me, but I couldn’t care less. She was laughing, and that was fuckin’ awesome. I hadn’t heard it too much lately. I fuckin’ missed it.

“Miss you,” I told her, shoving my face in her neck and sniffing her.

Her arms went around me. “I miss you, too.”

“Just make it stop.”

“You’re the only one who can do that, babe.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

“I don’t. I love you. I love you, love you, love you. You’re so awesome, Baby Girl. The best. I just wish I wasn’t such a fuckin’ fuck-up.”

Sighing, she kissed the top of my head, and I smiled ’cause that made me so stupid happy. She twisted, and I raised my head.

Tiny and Carl. Damn it.

“You ready to go, Mr. D?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Kenna got off my lap, and I tried to stand, but the world fuckin’ went all slanty and shit. Tiny caught me under my armpit and grunted. Tiny was a huge motherfucker, probably outweighed me by fifty pounds or more. Kenna slipped under my other arm, and my hand went straight for a tit.

“Phil!”

“Leverage!” I barked.

Carl lifted Jace up into his arms like the little lady he was.

He woke up enough to swipe the whiskey off the table and cradle it to his chest. “Hey, Carl. You’re lookin’ awfully sexy.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jones.”

Kenna was trying to hold in her laughter. I wished she wouldn’t do that.

Next thing I knew, I was back in the shitty little room that Connor’s initiated ass should be in, and Kenna was tugging off my boots.

“Thought you said no!” I shouted, grabbing her. “Why you taking off my clothes, woman? You said no!”

“I’m getting you ready for bed, babe.”

Rolling us till I was squishing her flat into the bed, I was sloppy-eating her face. She didn’t seem to mind too much. I even got to play with her titties a bit.

When I woke up, facedown on the bed and fully clothed, I was less drunk but not by much. Kenna wasn’t in the bed with me. Raising my head, I saw her sleeping in the other bed. Death had crawled into my mouth, so I got up and somehow made it to the bathroom. I fell asleep on the toilet for a few minutes. At some point, I opened my eyes and wasn’t pissing no more. Getting up, I managed to brush my teeth and strip to my skivvies, and then I stumbled back to bed.

Her bed.

“Phil?”

“Who else would it be?” I grunted, all pissy and shit.

“What are you doing in my bed?” she snapped.

“Shut up, woman. My place in this world is by your side. Fuckin’ accept it.”

Wrapping myself around her, I passed the fuck out.

Vanilla. Light and sweet…

My own moan woke me up. My face was buried in her neck, and I was starving for her. Hand smoothing down over her tits, I pushed my aching dick into her ass, grinding hard. My hand slipped beneath her panties, finding her dripping wet and lava hot.

“Oh, fuuuck, Baby Girrrl…”

She just sighed—not unhappily, but a resigned sort of noise.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet…” I groaned.

“I’m always wet for you, Phil.”

As I bit her shoulder, my fingers slipped into the slick folds, finding her sweet spot.

“For fuck’s sake,” I swore.

“I told you it would be a bad idea to sleep in the same bed,” she hissed, yanking my hand out of her panties.

Dying to fuckin’ taste her sweet slice, I sucked my fingers clean. She moaned. I didn’t think she meant to, but she rubbed her soft bubblebum into my dick, and I nearly came right then and there.

“You’re just so fuckin’ perfect,” I told her, rubbing my face in her hair. “So gorgeous. Wonderful. I’m dyin’ to be a part of you again, Kenna…”

“Me, too.”

But she pulled herself out of my arms, and my head started to pound. Hangover hell was beating its way into my skull. I needed some fuckin’ water. Angel of Mercy, she brought me a bottle.

Kenna walked around the room, getting her shit together, and panic hit me hard.

“What are you doin’?”

“I’m leaving,” she replied, like it was no big thing.

“Where are you goin’?”

“Home.”

A little too fast, I shot up. “What?”

“I…” Looking as though she was about to cry, she sat down on the edge of the opposite bed. “We have a few days before the next show, and I thought it’d be good to go home until then. My flight leaves in a few hours, and…”

“Baby…” Looking down at my chest, I could’ve sworn I felt something sharp getting shoved through it.

“I’m not leaving you, Phil. It’s not what you’re thinking. I just need to get my shit together. I don’t want to spend the next few days in the same state as that woman. I think it’ll be nice to have some peace and quiet, and I’ll be good to go by Wednesday, okay?”

“No!”

Sad striking green eyes lifted to meet mine. “It wasn’t an easy decision, babe. But this way, I won’t have to fight with you about sleeping arrangements or be molested—”

“Molested?” Talk about a slap in the face.

“You are molesting me. You’re trying to wear me down, so I’ll change my mind and give in to what you want. You like to say I’m a stubborn shit, but what about you? It wasn’t like I asked the impossible of you. All I asked of you was for you to hear Devon out. But you won’t. So, I’m going home to let my head and heart relax for a few days.”

Now, I wanted to cry. Kenna was right. I had been trying to wear her down to the point where she couldn’t deny me anymore. This woman was my heart and life force. All she needed was for me to speak with the man.