Take Me with You (Take Me #2)(73)

“Fuck!” he mumbled.

“You should probably talk to Amanda,” Miller said softly.

I recoiled at the name of the girl he had been sleeping with when I was in Boston. Was that girl still around? Gabi would self-destruct if she found out.

“Too late,” McAvoy said.

The girl sauntered across the room, heading straight toward us. McAvoy ran a hand back through his longish hair. He seriously looked torn-up about what was about to go down, but I felt no sympathy for him. He’d broken Gabi’s heart, so he could f*ck chicks on tour, and now, he was.

As soon as she reached us, he grabbed her arm and pulled her aside. I could see Gabi assessing what was going on.

“That’s not good,” I said.

“No,” Grant agreed.

Everything happened so quickly.

The Amanda girl yelled at him. All I caught was, “Motherf*cker,” before she clawed her fingernails down his cheek to the point of drawing blood. She kicked and hit him so suddenly that all McAvoy did was stand there and took her crazy.

Security appeared a few seconds too late and hauled her, kicking and screaming, out of the venue. Gabi rushed over, concerned, and after she helped to stop the bleeding, the two of them disappeared.

When I looked around for Shelby, I realized she and Miller were also missing. Cheyenne and Vin left a minute later, arguing with each other, which seemed to be their version of foreplay. Then, it was just Grant and me among a sea of people.

We were the only ones actually dating…and apparently, we were the only ones not alone, trying to get it on right now.

“That was some crazy shit,” a brunette girl said, walking straight toward us.

Grant smiled at her as if he knew her and gave her a hug. “You made it!”

My eyebrows rose as I got my first real look at the girl. Oh God! She was…gorgeous. There was no way around it. She could probably be a Victoria’s Secret model with her mile-long legs and in-your-face chest. I tried not to be envious of her looks and trust that there was a reasonable explanation for Grant being excited that she was here.

“I missed the show, but I thought I’d stop by to say hey anyway. I was pissed off last night, and I wasn’t really being fair when I blew you off.”

My cheeks heated. That sure sounded suspicious. “Um…what?” I snapped.

Her gaze landed on me and then shifted back to Grant.

“Oh, Courtney, this is Ari, my girlfriend.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer.

She laughed. “So, you’ve already found the girl I see.”

“She’s the one.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Ari.” She stuck her hand out, and I shook it, feeling uncertain.

“You, too. I think? How exactly do you know each other?”

“Courtney used to date Donovan.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Ew.”

She nodded, her head tilting back as she laughed at my reaction. “Yeah. I feel you. Biggest mistake of my life. You think you know somebody and then…it all just falls apart.”

I bit my lip. “Well, if it’s any consolation, he’s a douche bag.”

She burst out laughing again. “Some consolation, I suppose. Grant seems like a nice guy though. Hold on to him tight. Any guy who introduces his girlfriend to other girls while he’s on tour has to be a keeper. Trust me.”

She gave me a knowing look. I wanted to blurt out and ask her what had happened with her and Donovan, but I managed some semblance of restraint.

“Anyway, I guess I should see if Rid or Trev are around. Good to see you again, Grant.”

When she was gone, I turned back to Grant. “You invited that girl to your show?”

“I wanted to hook her up with one of the guys. She’s had it rough after Donovan. I was being helpful.”

“That’s not really comforting.”

He smirked and drew me into him. “I’ll comfort you tonight and every single day after I take you home with me.”

Being back in my own house, in my own bed, was nothing short of a miracle. Being in my own house, in my own bed, with Ari was even better than that.

I ran my hands down her flat stomach, tracing the soft curves of her body. She moaned at the lightest of touches. I had her body tuned so that my slightest touch would send shivers down her spine. My mouth closed over her erect nipple, and she arched into me. A flush covered her skin, causing her cheeks to be rosy with lust. I moved my hand back up her torso to pinch the other nipple between my fingers.

“Oh!” she sighed.

She still wasn’t very vocal in bed. One oh from her went a long way. My dick twitched at the thought of her arousal, which I could practically smell as I readied her for me.

I kissed my way back up to her mouth, pressing my chest against her sensitive tits. She greedily kissed me with none of the hesitation I had expected from her six months ago. It was so f*cking hot how much she wanted me and how well she responded to my touch. The nature of the kiss made my already hard dick almost painful.

I f*cking needed her body. She was my drug of choice, and like an addict, I couldn’t resist.

“God, Grant,” she said, shifting underneath me and rubbing her pelvis against my cock that was practically springing out of my boxers.

“I want you, Princess.” I pressed against her more firmly, and another moan escaped her lips. “Let me make you feel like a queen.”