“Well, I’d better help her with that then,” Logan said, “before we set Aimes loose on her.”
When Logan tried to brush past Max in the corridor, Max caught him by the arm. “If you break her heart, I will fuck you up,” Max said.
“Why does everyone keep thinking I’ll break her heart?” Logan said, punching Max in the shoulder to encourage him to release his arm.
“The bigger question is,” Steve said, “why do you guys care so much?”
It was unusual for his bandmates to give a shit about another guy’s romantic interest. But then, Toni was unusual. At least in their circle of acquaintances.
Once Logan gained his freedom from Max’s loose hold, he slid open the door to the back lounge and found Toni typing furiously on her laptop.
“Are you busy?” he asked. She was obviously busy. What he really meant was stop being busy and pay attention to me, please.
She glanced up from her laptop screen. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and the tip of her nose was doing its best impression of Rudolph the reindeer.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, torn between wanting to comfort her and wanting to yell at Max for upsetting her. The need to touch her proved victorious. He sat beside her on the sofa, closed her laptop, and set it on the table.
“Logan,” she chastised. “I was in the middle of something.”
“Yeah,” he said. “My lap.”
He tugged her to sit on his thighs and wrapped both arms around her. He doubted he’d ever get used to his all-encompassing need to touch her, to hear her voice, see her smile. He wasn’t the kind of guy who got wrapped up in some woman. But apparently he was the kind of guy who got wrapped up in this woman.
“Why were you crying?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her head when she relaxed against him.
“It’s nothing,” she said. “Just something Max said.”
“Did he hurt your feelings again?”
“Again?”
“Last night,” he reminded her. “When he called you a geek.”
“I told you that didn’t hurt my feelings.”
Yep, that was why she’d fled the stage. No hurt feelings there. He wasn’t buying it.
“And he didn’t call me a geek. He just didn’t deny it. But no, he didn’t hurt my feelings. He told me about Vic.”
Logan was surprised that Max would bring up Vic in an interview. Unless . . . “Did you ask him about her?”
“I know I shouldn’t have, but I’m naturally curious.”
“Toni, you can’t include anything about Vic in your book. Promise me.”
“I promise I won’t. I didn’t ask him for the sake of the book. I asked him as a friend.”
A friend? Max didn’t have friends of the female persuasion.
“Toni, don’t let your guard down around the guy. He’s a total player.”
“Like you?” She turned her head to grin at him crookedly.
“Exactly like me,” Logan said. “When it comes to women, the dude has only one thing on his mind.”
She laughed. “So he is like you.”
“I’m being serious here.” Which was why he slid his hand to her full breast and gave it an appreciative squeeze. His cock stirred to life, and he shifted her slightly so he could feel her soft ass against his perpetual arousal.
“Obviously,” she said, a hint of laughter in her voice. She squirmed against him, sending unexpected waves of pleasure coursing down his length. “Can you send Steve in? I’m ready for him now.”
“What? You’d better only be ready for me.”
“I’m always ready for you,” she said, “but I have to work. I’m not even sure why you came back here. I told you I didn’t want to see you until it’s your turn.”
“It sounds like you’re letting the guys take turns screwing you,” he grumbled.
“Well, I do want this book to be authentic. That would be the fastest way to get to know all of you.”
Even though he knew she was teasing, his heart shuddered with a painful lurch.
“Don’t even joke about that, Toni.”
“You don’t think a chapter on what it’s like to sleep with each member of the band would make the book an instant best-seller?”
“Probably, but I don’t give a fuck about the success of the book.”
She turned to sit sideways across his lap and buried a hand in his hair. She stared into his eyes until his throat tightened with emotion. “You can trust me, Logan. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.” He was such a fucking liar. “I wouldn’t want them to taint your sweet, clean pussy. It’s mine.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess I’ll just have to blow them instead.” She shrugged and slid from his lap. “Go get Steve for me,” she said, and then she opened her mouth wide, stretching her jaw.
Twinges of anger made his hands clench. “You’re not blowing anyone but me.”
“What do you care?” she spat. “I’m just your friend, right?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“And all you really care about is that you’re the first guy to stick his dick in me.”
It wasn’t true—not even close to true. He cared so much about her that it scared the shit out of him. Which was why instead of telling her how he really felt, he stood from the sofa and crossed the room. He slid the door open and called into the corridor, “Hey, Steve. Toni’s ready to give you your blow job now.”
“Take it easy on her,” Max said with a wink. “Her throat’s probably still sore after the one she gave me.”
Logan glared at him, annoyed that his attempts to get a rise out of Toni had backfired. At that moment, he hated every asshole in his band.
with Steve Aimes
“I was promised a blow job,” Steve said as he plopped down on the sectional and spun to lie on his back, his bare feet on the cushion and his fingers at the waistband of his jeans.
“Knock it off,” Toni said, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
“So you’ll suck Max’s d—”
“I didn’t suck Max’s anything,” she insisted.
“That’s not the story he’s telling.”
“Yeah, well, he’s lying.”
“You could try playing along,” Steve said, his grin appearing upside down to her. “We just like fucking with Logan’s head, you know. I didn’t mean to insult you.”