Haunted(55)

“I would rather be inside of you.” He groaned.

I turned and grabbed Rhage and handed him to Roman. “Baby, I need to pee. Give me a minute.”

I hurried into the bathroom and pulled off my jeans and my heels. I pulled off my Spanks and looked for a place to hide them. I put them under the towels and then I peed for good measure. I put everything back on and looked in the mirror. I really didn’t look that much different and the corset itself was doing a good job. I heard a knock on the door.

“Babe, Eve is calling you.”

I washed my hands and hurried out of the bathroom. Roman looked like a petulant child who was told he couldn’t have ice cream; he really wanted to have sex. He stood there looking delicious in his leather pants with a white, cut-up tee along with a thin leather jacket. He wore boots, and best of all, he had applied guyliner. I loved it when he wore eyeliner. He was so f*cking hot, and there he was holding a silver tabby kitten. I giggled.

“What?”

“You look so f*cking sexy being the rock god you are and then I look down at the tiny kitten in your hands. It doesn’t match.” I smiled.

“Well, at least I have *,” he said while he held up Rhage.

I laughed and kissed him on the cheek and then I whispered into his ear, “If you can get me alone tonight, you can have all the * you want.”

I gave him a serious expression, and his emerald eyes bore into mine. I knew what that look said: “Game on!”

I walked out the door, knowing Roman was following me. Then he shut the door so Rhage wasn’t free to roam the house. We descended the stairs and joined our party.

***

After an hour of talking with our guests, I realized I hadn’t seen Roman. I was going to walk into the dining room when I overheard Paul talking to him. At first, I stood outside the room to give them their privacy, but I was tipsy and curious.

“I really like your house man,” Paul told him while he tilted a beer to his lips.

“Thanks, we really like it.”

“So married life, how’s that working for you?”

“I really can’t complain. It’s nice.”

I wasn’t surprised by Roman’s terse answers. Guys didn’t gush over how happy they were to be married like women did. I actually considered this to be a kick ass compliment. Berg was the only man with whom Roman shared his feelings.

“I hope you don’t mind that I brought Candy to the party.”

“Why would I care?” Roman shrugged his shoulders, showing how indifferent he was about it.

“Well, I know that you two used to hook up every once in a while.”

What the f*ck!

Paul brought a girl into my house whom Roman had f*cked before. Oh, I was pissed. I knew Roman had probably f*cked more than a thousand girls, but they were never invited to come hang with us. Then I heard something that made me livid.

“Hey, do you want some Oxy? I have several here to party with. I know they were your favorite drug of choice.”

“I don’t know, man. Beth worked so hard to get me clean. It would feel disrespectful to take anything, you know, man? I think I’ll just stick with the whiskey.”

I was so proud of him, and I wanted to kiss him, but what I wanted to do to Paul was totally different. I rushed into the room and pointed my finger at Paul.

“You! You need to get the f*ck out of my house!” I yelled at him. I was pissed. Of course being tipsy, I was being a little louder than normal, so my friends probably heard.

“What’s your problem?” He looked at me in total shock. He really had no idea.

I didn’t think Roman did either because he looked confused. I felt Berg come up behind me. He put his hand lightly on my shoulder. I knew he was telling me he had my back no matter what. To be fair to Roman, he had my back, too, but he was also tipsy and confused.

“Paul, you f*cking brought drugs into my house. You dick! First of all, you know Roman used to be addicted to OxyContin. Why would you want him to be exposed to that? Second, I have a son who lives in this house, even though he is not here right now, but if the cops came and found drugs in my home, his father could sue me for full custody and he would probably win.” I took a breath.

Berg advanced on Paul. “Paul, you brought drugs here? You piece of shit. You need to get the f*ck out. Roman doesn’t need to get hooked on that shit again, and Beth is right. She can’t have drugs in her house.”

Roman walked to my side. “Beth, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.” He grabbed my hand, and I squeezed it. I wasn’t mad at Roman; he was new at being a dad and didn’t really know how the rules went.

“You’re a bitch!” Paul said and pointed to me.

Roman rushed him, but Berg grabbed him so he wouldn’t beat up Paul.

“Yeah, I am a bitch! I’m the bitch who owns this house. You need to take your whore and leave right now.”

Right on cue in walked the whore.

“What did you call me, you hag?”

At least she didn’t call me fat. I tried to look at the bright side.

“Hum, let me see, I called you a whore.”

She was such a cliché of a groupie, dyed blond hair, tits hanging out, and a mini-skirt so short that I could see her ass cheeks.

“You f*cked my husband, and now you’re f*cking Paul. How many more band members did you f*ck?”