Page 17 of Leah

“Come on, Car,” she purred, gesturing to the bed. “You can have me any way you want me.”

Car.Why was she calling meCar? Why wouldanyonecall meCar?

My cock shuddered in dismay as she spread her legs wide.Fuck no, it was telling me. Even that fucker had standards. I didn’t do one-night stands. I didn’t know what these girls were carrying, and I’d heard way too many horror stories to want to take a dip inside that kind of petri dish of mystery.

I wasn’t that horny teenager I used to be, willing to take on any girl to pass my time. After Leah, I needed at least some kind of familiarity with the person I was fucking, which was the reason why I currently had an epic case of blue balls.

Those girls were far and few.

Those girls became regrets.

Those girls weren’ther.

“It’s not going to happen, sweetheart,” I told her adamantly, making sure my voice was laced with sweetness so she didn’t fucking combust. Some people were unpredictable, and I didn’t want her to crumble and have it come back to bite me in the ass in some tabloid story.

“What?” She was in disbelief, before adding in a wounded tone, “But Jared said I was perfect. He said… I looked like your type.”

She looked like my type?

I took a step closer, hoping I’d see her clearly. Her hair was blonde, her body was small, her skin sun-kissed—

I nearly sighed, knowing exactly what Jared was getting at. He wanted her to look close enough to Leah. And she did looklike her in a very generic way, but for some reason, my body wasn’t cooperating.

“Come on,” she cooed, running her fingers down the side of her body.

When you read about a band slaying countless groupies, I’m not sure you realize how unbelievably accurate that reality is. The girls came in endless supply, and Jared and Leo were loving that shit.

Me? Not so much.

“I’ll be good for you, Car.”

I winced. “Stop calling me Car, alright? I’m not an automobile.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Just—”

“I’m just excited. I love you. Not you as a person, but you as, like, a singer and—”

“I’m not looking to get laid tonight,” I cut in.

In fact, the number one endless supply I needed at the moment was alcohol.

Lots of it.

She sagged into the mattress in shock. “But…I don’t understand.”

“It’s not you.”

“I’m naked!”

“I can see that.” Oh, fuck, could I see that.

“Don’t I look good?”

“You lookverygood.”

“I work out every day.”

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