Rock With Me(51)

“Is this what you were talking about earlier? Girls like this?”

He just shrugs and nods.

“Yeah, I’m so not worried.” Now the bimbo’s eyes narrow on me and I chuckle again.

“Fuck you,” she flings at me and props her hand on her hip, still pressing herself to Leo’s side.

“You’re touching something that’s not yours,” I tell her with a wide smile.

“I don’t see a ring on his finger.” She smirks.

“Wouldn’t matter to you if you did,” I remind her and she nods thoughtfully.

“True.”

Leo is watching the exchange like it’s a tennis match, his head bouncing back and forth. Finally, he raises an eyebrow at the slut and pulls away from her.

“I won’t be requiring your services, but I’m sure one of the other unattached guys will take you up on it.”

“But I want to say I f*cked Leo Nash,” she pouts. “Come on. I’ll let the bitch join in.”

I laugh again and then clasp my hand over my mouth as Leo glares daggers at the less-than-intelligent woman.

“I didn’t f*ck trash like you when I was single. Why would I start now?” He turns his back on her and tips my chin up with his finger. “Wanna get out of here?”

“We don’t have to leave just because of that,” I assure him, my voice light. “I told you earlier, I don’t care.”

He leans in until his mouth is pressed to my ear and whispers, “I don’t give a f*ck about her either, sweetheart. I’m ready to take you home, get you naked and have you beneath me.”

My breath catches in my lungs. “Well, when you put it like that, yeah, let’s go.”

Leo waves at Lance, who nods in acknowledgement, and calls out goodbyes to the rest of the band. Security escorts us out through the back door into the refreshing cool winter air and to his Camaro.

He starts the car and pulls away from the curb.

“That was fun.” I turn in my seat so I can see him, watching the street lights flash over his face and reflect off the metal in his ear and lip.

“Yeah, it was,” he agrees. “You weren’t kidding. The groupies don’t bother you.”

“They’re gross.” I wrinkle my forehead. “Why would anyone f*ck that? Who knows where her * has been, not to mention her mouth. Ew.” I shudder and make gagging noises. “Seriously, that’s just not sanitary.”

Leo throws his head back and laughs.

“How many groupies did you f*ck in your day? And don’t tell me you can’t count that high. You’re smart.”

“So not answering that question.” He shakes his head.

“No, really.”

“Sam, there are some questions a woman should never ask. Asking a famous musician how many women he’s banged is one of them.”

“Just give me an estimate.”

“How many men have you f*cked?” He asks, frowning at me.

“I asked you first.” I grin, enjoying his discomfort.

“I f*cked the groupies back in the day. It’s been a while.” He shrugs. “Who knows how many.”

“But no kissing and no oral?” I ask, remembering what Meg said at dinner the other night.

“No, too personal.”

“Just a quick f*ck then.”

“Samantha…” And I know this is as far as he’s willing to take his side of the conversation, so I let him off the hook.

“Six,” I state.

“Six what?” He asks.

“I’ve had sex with six guys, including you.” I smile smugly at him and wait for his reaction.

“You’ve only had sex with six guys?”

“Hey, that’s a decent number. Enough to know what I like, but not so many that I’m like a fast-food drive through.”

Leo laughs again and smiles over at me. “I’ve had sex with more than six women.”

“I figured.”

“But I’m only having sex with one at the present time.”

“If it were any different, I’d have cut off your dick by now.” I nod. “Most guys had a lot of sex when they were young. You’re a musician. All you have to do is open your mouth and women take off their underwear. What man can resist that?”

“I didn’t have sex with thousands or anything, you know. I’m no Gene Simmons.”