Rock All Night(26)

Jealousy bit harder.

“And it was her pursuing me, not the other way around. That’s how I know she didn’t have any complaints: she came back for more.” He gave a smug, self-satisfied smirk. “They always come back for more.”

GOD, he was such a f*cking *.

A HOT f*cking *… but still an *.

“Well, then, maybe that’s what I don’t like – you using women to feed your monster ego.”

He rolled his eyes as he started to put on his clothes. I tried not to watch, but couldn’t help myself, as his lovely cock disappeared behind the fresh pair of boxers.

“Jesus, Kaitlyn – if I’m happy, and they’re happy, what’s the f*cking problem?”

“Oh, I don’t know – pregnancy – disease – ”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said, throwing up his hands. “I always use a condom. Always have. And even when I had no money, I always got tested at the free clinic. I get tested now, once a month. And I’m totally clean, by the way. I don’t want to hurt anybody; I just want to have a good time. And so do they. Not everybody’s like you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I snapped.

“It means I know you’re good in bed…”

My lower extremities almost spontaneously combusted. I was right on the verge of jumping him when he continued.

“…but you have this whole Disney idea of sex, about how it has to be Cinderella and Prince Charming forever and ever, and love, and marriage, and gauzy curtains and shit. Not every woman feels like that. A lot of them want to just have the night of their lives.”

The night of their lives.

My lady parts heated up a little more.

“Oh, and you’re the one to give it to them,” I sneered.

“I sure as hell try,” he grinned.

“The ones I talked to were pissed that you never called.”

He sighed as he continued to get dressed. “They knew the score. They knew what I was when they went home with me. They were pissed because they didn’t get everything they wanted – because what they wanted was a whole lot more than I was willing to give. But they knew that. Anybody who ever got angry at me afterwards knew that going in, and if they say they didn’t, they’re not being honest with themselves. You don’t go home with the hot guy at the bar – the guy with the reputation – an hour after meeting him, and then expect him to be your knight in shining armor the next day. If they want to dress it up with stories about what an * I am, and that helps them feel better, then fine. But I never promised them anything except an incredible night. That’s it. I never lied to any of them, I never played any of them – I just gave them everything I had in that moment, but that’s all I ever promised.”

He was fully dressed by now. He looked fantastic…

…although he had looked a whole lot hotter with water and soap coursing down his naked body.

“Well, some of us want a lot more,” I said in anger (and more than a little frustration).

“Yeah, and some of you are just afraid,” he said, going over to the nearest mirror.

“I’m not afraid,” I protested – and it sounded like a lie.

“Yeah you are,” he said, and squeezed out some styling gel into his palm and made a couple of swipes through his still-damp hair. “And that’s fine. It’s cool. I get it.”

“There’s nothing to ‘get,’” I insisted. “I’m not afraid.”

He walked over, his hair now absolutely perfect with just 30 seconds worth of effort. (Men have it so damn easy.) He tossed the tube in the toiletries bag, pocketed the old, sweaty pair of sunglasses, and slipped the new Maui Jims up onto the bridge of his nose. The last thing I saw before he slipped them all the way on were his emerald green eyes twinkling at me mischievously.

“Yeah, you are. But that’s okay… I’m going to keep trying.”

With a grin, he pushed the sunglasses fully into place, walked past me, and exited the locker room, leaving me alone to stew in my annoyance and sexual frustration.





18




I walked out thirty seconds later, expecting him to be gone. But no, he was chatting with the security guys.

“Ready?” he asked me, as though nothing at all had happened inside.

I nodded my head curtly, and off we went.

I’d never been backstage at a show before – much less after a concert by a world-famous band.

It was pretty wild. And not in a way that lessened my jealousy any.

Apparently Security had standing orders to bring the hottest girls possible backstage.

And there were a lot of hot girls.

A line of them snaked through the cement walkways, with a velvet rope keeping them in place. All of them looked college age through mid-20’s. Tall ones, short ones, lithe ones, curvy ones, white, black, Asian, Hispanic, Middle Eastern, exotic, blonde, brunette, red-haired – you name it, there was some permutation. The only common factor was that they were all really hot, and a good number of them were skimpily dressed. The ones with the most flesh showing tended to get the nastiest looks from the other girls. The vast majority seemed to be in little cliques of two or more, and they would talk and gossip amongst themselves, sometimes throwing disparaging looks at their nearest rivals. They didn’t seem real friendly to strangers – but then, they were direct competitors, right?