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I quickly realize there are two choices. One—I could ignore her, which will only make it worse. Or, two—I could give her a taste of her own medicine…which will also make it worse.
“Swear to God, Phoenix, you better not let your dick get in the way.” He takes a cigarette out of the pack and lights it. “I don’t give a shit how hot she is. Do not fuck this girl until you graduate.” “It’s Lennon Michael.” Instantly, whatever concern he had fades, and he laughs. “Never mind then.” Exactly. There’s no way I’d ever fuck that girl. Not only is she not my type, I now know she’s going to be a pain in the balls to deal with. I turn back to the mic. “Let’s go, asshole.”
“No, we’re not.” Sadness twists her features. “Because friends don’t fuck people who bully their friends.”
“Why aren’t you eating?” Because fat girls don’t eat in front of hot guys they have crushes on.
“I have some good news…but I can tell you another time.” “Change of plans,” he says. “I’m busy tonight.” Of course, he’d ditch me for Sasha. “Okay—” I start to say, but then I realize he’s not talking to me. He’s talking to her. The look on Sasha’s face makes it clear she’s equally shocked by this. “Wait…are you for real?”
“You sure you want to start studying this early?” It’s still daylight out. “Fuck no.” Opening the back door of his Toyota, he takes out a few bungee cords. “I’ve been doing enough of that lately. I want to hang out.”
I don’t move a muscle as the song comes to an end. I can’t. Because Lennon Michael just made me hard without even touching me. Her low, sultry voice wrapped around my dick and tugged.
knew you were gonna pass.” I grab his face. “I didn’t doubt it for a second. You’re—” Soft lips crash against mine.
In a desperate attempt to salvage our friendship once again, I pull my phone out of my purse and shoot him one last text. Lennon: I knew you could do it. My heart clenches when I see Phoenix glance at his phone…before shoving it back into his pocket.
“Nah. It was your girl.” My girl? “Can you be more specific?” “Lennon, motherfucker.” My mind spins back to what Sabrina said after I fucked her in the band room. I bolt up in bed. “What the fuck happened?” I’d been so busy practicing for our upcoming gig and ignoring her, I forgot to warn her not to go to the party. “Sabrina and a bunch of other assholes threw pig slop on her. Then they circled around the poor girl and oinked while someone kept yelling, ‘Sooey.’ It was fucking brutal.” Jesus fucking Christ. “Anyway,” he adds. “I have her in my truck. What do you want me to do with
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Grams frowns after the door closes. “What a cruel thing to do.” Shuffling toward the kitchen, she lets out a long sigh. “May they rot in hell. Every last one of them.” Amen to that.
I reach for her wrist, but she whips around and pushes me. “Leave me alone.” “I know you’re upset—” “I’m not upset. I’m mortified.” Her lower lip trembles and her voice cracks. “They fucking poured pig slop on me.” I’m about to remind her that she’ll never have to deal with them again, but then Lennon does something I’ve never seen her do before… She cries.
Frustration creeps over his features as he tries to decipher the three words on my upper thighs. I’m about to tell him his time is up, but then he shifts off the couch and moves closer, inspecting the ink. He brushes over one of the words. The contrast of his calloused finger and gentle touch sends heat between my legs. “Fat.” My heart thuds against my ribs. Brows furrowing, he reads another. “Pig.” Anger colors his tone as he utters the last one visible to him. “Fat ass.” Bringing his thumb to his mouth, he wets it…then rubs it over one of the words, trying to erase it. But he can’t.
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“Jesus.” Swear it grows bigger the longer I stare at it. “What the fuck do you feed that thing?” A choked laugh escapes him before his expression evens out and he presses his thumb to my bottom lip. “Your mouth in a minute.”
“You’re so sweet and innocent.” I’m about to remind him that what I’m doing right now is neither sweet nor innocent, but his teeth graze my neck. “The thought of corrupting the shit out of you turns me on so fucking much.” That makes two of us.
“His name is Phoenix.” Confusion spreads across his face. “I thought you said he was gay?” Beside me, Phoenix coughs. “What?” Crap. I completely forgot I told him that. I wince. “Um…he’s not anymore?”
He takes another step, pressing me against his car. “Fuck that. I’ll leave your name at the door so you can meet me backstage.”
“Good.” He fists my shirt, pulling me closer. “Because next time? I’m gonna fuck you so good it will end with you coming all over my cock.” My heart flutters when he catches my lower lip between his teeth. “So good it will be worth those forty-four-hour drives.” With that, he releases me and opens his car door. He’s reversing out of the driveway when I realize he was referring to the drive from Los Angeles to Dartmouth.
A hostile snort cuts me off. “Wait until he breaks your heart.” “He’s not going to break my heart,” I defend, growing upset over his assumptions.
“You got this, Phoenix. You’re gonna kill it tonight. I believe in—” The door opens…only it isn’t my boyfriend standing on the other side of it. It’s Sabrina. “Sorry.” Crinkling her nose, she gives me a smug smirk. “We were busy.”
“You were right about Phoenix.” I’m grateful he doesn’t rub it in or say I told you so. “I’ll be there soon, monkey face.”
He kisses my forehead. “And that’s why you’re my boy.” Since I am his boy, I do him a solid and scope out the surrounding area for his fiancée Skylar. Despite being together since they were kids and Skylar being a sweet little blonde dime piece, Josh cheats on her left and right.
Skylar is far more perceptive, though, because the second we start ushering the girls into the nearest bedroom, she closes in on her man like a vulture. “Josh!” Despite being loaded, Josh picks up his pace, laughing as he pulls the girls into the bedroom and locks the door behind us.
“What kind of coke is this?” Those blond eyebrows dance and he grins like the cat who ate the canary. “The heroin kind.” Motherfucker. He knows I don’t fuck with that shit. “What the fuck—” I start to grunt, but a rush of nausea knots my stomach.
Because I didn’t conquer my demons for some stupid guy or because I wanted acceptance. I did it for me.
“Richard and I weren’t lucky enough to have children, and I know I’m not your mother, but I care for you as if you were my own. So, please, let me do this.”
Thinking quick, I give him a flirty smile and twirl the handcuffs around my finger. “I was kind of hoping we could have a party of our own.” Dopey eyes widen ever so slightly before he yells. “Party’s over. Everyone out.” He glances down. “Including you two.”
I feel like the universe is seriously fucking with me because she isn’t just my type. She’s a goddamn fantasy I wasn’t even aware I had come to life.
The sting from her slapping my cheek makes me groan, and it’s all I can do not to slip my hand inside those skintight jeans and make her come all over my fingers again.
Memphis’s eyebrows shoot up. Then he smiles and sticks out his hand. “Hey, I’m Memphis. Guitarist.” The fucker is blatantly checking her out. “Uncuff me,” I bark before her hand makes contact with his. “Now.” If looks could kill, I’d be cremated. “Kiss my ass.” With those parting words, she walks out. And I’m reminded of what a nice ass it is. Big, round, and shapely. It’s all I can do not to bite my knuckle and chase after her. And I’m not the only one because Storm and Memphis are practically breaking their necks to get a better look. “Goddamn,” Memphis says under his breath. “You’re
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Phoenix was supposed to start singing, but he missed his cue. Unfazed, Memphis and Storm play the intro again, causing even more cheers from the crowd. But Phoenix stays silent. Memphis and Storm play it a third time, but the same thing happens. Ever the polite one, Phoenix gives the crowd his middle finger. And then he jogs off stage. While everyone else in the stadium is confused and disappointed, satisfaction pumps through my veins and I can’t help but smile. Phoenix Walker was supposed to sing his greatest hit, just like he always does at the end of every concert…but he can’t.
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Lennon can hate me all she wants—hell, she can scream it from the top of the highest mountain until her lungs give out—but she can’t deny our chemistry. It’s fucking napalm.
“I wasn’t pretending with you, Lennon.” Turning, he holds my gaze. “And yeah, I’ve fucked a lot of women.” His expression turns pained and his voice drops to a whisper. “Because after things ended between us, I knew I lost you for good.”
“Come on, Groupie. Be a good girl and beg me to eat this tight little cunt.”
“I like George. He’s a nice guy.”
“Too bad nice guys don’t make your panties wet.”
His hands clench into fists. “The woman we hit was only a year older than me.” The muscles in his back tense and coil. “She was pregnant…and her four-year-old son was in the back seat.” A sharp pang spreads throughout me as he continues. “She was on her way to clean a house but couldn’t find a babysitter, so she decided to take her son with her to work because she needed the extra money and couldn’t afford not to.” His shame is so palpable it nearly brings me to my knees. “Her mom said she was a huge fan and listened to us all the time.” An excruciating sound fills the room. “They had their
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“Mistakes don’t define who someone is, Phoenix. It’s what you do after that does.”
“The moment I got behind the wheel, I signed their death warrant.” His next words are muffled against the pillow. “The world thinks I’m a god…but I’m in hell.”
The bird is half black and half color…as though stuck in mid-transformation. Trying his hardest to overcome that which destroyed him.
“I should be dead,” he whispers. “Not them.” It feels like someone reached inside my chest and pulled out my beating heart. Because if he keeps going the way he is…he will be. “I wish it was me.” The hopelessness in his voice cuts like a knife. “So fucking bad.” I know he does.
Phoenix’s are supposed to rise from the ashes… But this one wants to burn.
“What the hell?” Chandler balks as the four of us walk off stage. Mouth agape, he looks at Phoenix. “Did you know she could sing like that?” He stays silent. Beaming, George slings an arm around my shoulders. “Have any other hidden talents, beautiful?” I find myself grinning. “Not really. Although I—” “She sucks a mean cock.” Phoenix shoots George an icy smile. “Not that you would know.”
“I’m so proud of her,” he repeats, and it’s both a dagger and a balm to my heart. “My baby girl is going places.” How I wish that were true. “Only because she has a great dad.” “No. It’s all her. She’s so much more than she gives herself credit for; you know? So strong…and talented.” A deep exhale fills the line. “She doesn’t know it, but I heard her sing once. She has the voice of an angel. Just like her mama. It’s a shame she keeps it hidden.”
Two things immediately catch me off guard. The first—is that Storm’s hugging her. Neither of us are huggers…unless we’re trying to cop a feel. The second—and most important—is Lennon’s crying.
Storm❤️
“First things first. Let’s review dos and don’ts.” Her gaze rests on Storm. “We don’t leave a woman handcuffed to our bed and then forget where our room is.” “Hey.” Storm takes a swig of his beer. “I knew where the room was. I just couldn’t find the hotel.”
She focuses on me again. “We do not pour pig slop…” Her nose scrunches. “On second thought, I’m okay with that one.” She steeples her fingers. “Anyway, now that we know better, we have to do better. I want everyone to be on their best behavior for tonight’s show. Got it?”
“I should have died that night.” At least then the punishment would have fit the crime. She sighs. “You may as well have, since you’re determined to live in purgatory for the rest of your life.” “It’s what I deserve.”
“I see the way that girl still looks at you. We both know she’s not his.”
Phoenix: I imagine how sexy you looked with my cock stuffed in your mouth. How eager you were to please me and how fucking hard it was not to come.
