Roadie (Rock-Hard Beautiful, #2)

by C.M. Stunich

“I don't know if I can do this.” Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Okay,” I say, trying to take calm, slow breaths. It's hard because the bathroom is so steamy and Copeland is naked, and his cock isn't just half-hard anymore. He might not be able to do this, but his body seems more than willing to try. “Can't do what? Share me?” “Date,” he says firmly, reaching down and uncurling my fingers from around the drumstick. “I can't be somebody's boyfriend. I told you one of the reasons why …” “Not looking to have kids right now,” I say, trying to smile through the pain. But shit. This is fucking painful, more so than I even thought. The agony is right up there, gnawing at me along with the grief from my father's passing. It shouldn't hurt this goddamn much, not after a week. I feel like Cinderella again, but this time, she's sitting back and watching her prince take the glass slipper … and shatter it into pieces. “Right, but …” Cope says, finally freeing the stick from my fingers and letting it drop to the floor. His eyes are so bright, like the ocean today when the sun hit it just right. Beautiful. I can't handle the intensity of that stare, so I refocus on the single ring pierced through the center of his bottom lip. “That's what one-night stands are for, fucking and hanging out for a little while and knowing it doesn't have to go anywhere. Dating is … seeing if there's the possibility of a future somewhere.” “And there's no future with me?” I ask, just to confirm, beads of moisture cl...