Page 7 of Wild Stars

My fucking head...Ow.

I groan as light filters in through the bedroom window, my head aching something fierce.

“Rise and shine, boys,” Penny chirps and the sound of clinking hooks echoes like a damn loudspeaker in my brain as she pushes the curtains open all around the room.

Richie groans across the room, and I can hear Spike and Ines across the hall cursing as they fight over the bathroom.

“Five more minutes, Penny...”I grumble as I cover my face with my pillow.

Penny kicks me—in my ass—with her heeled boot, which is enough to make me jump out of my fucking skin.

“Five minutes, my ass,” she bites as she gives my ass another shove.

I groan, attempting to throw my pillow at her, but my aim is shit and from the huff I hear five feet away, I guess it hits Richie instead.

“She’s right,” Richie deadpans, and I can hear the annoyance in his voice.

I don’t care how right anyone is, I want to stay right fucking here in this damn bed.It’s soft, warm, and I feel like I was hit by a damn truck.

I wipe my eyes, groaning as I remember vaguely the events of my previous night.Though it’s all a bit of a weird blur, I can remember dancing on the kitchen table, and I remember being carried by strong, sturdy arms...

My face heats as I remember a deep, dark voice nipping at me to move my legs, fingers digging into my sides.

Batman...

No...

Mateo Starr...

I groan as I realize I must’ve looked like an absolute idiot in front of him.

Mage Of Mercyis still by far one of the most unique sounding progressive rock bands in Hollywood.Shit, I’ve been a fan of Mateo’s act since I was in middle school!

He’s the whole reason I evenwantedto sign to Casualty Records in the first place!

I throw my legs over the side of the bed, flashing my gaze up at Penny, who has the audacity to look at me like I’m nothing more than a child.Her eyebrow raised, arms crossed, she bites, “Get your shit together, Darren.Rehearsal is in an hour.”

I hate it when she uses my real name.It’s like when your mother yells at you.

And with that, she leaves Richie and me to our devices.

The cold water on my skin helps to wake me up, but it does jack shit for my fucking hangover.I feel like I’ll have this headache for eternity at this point.

Seriously, what the fuck did Jinger give me?I’m never doing whatever that was again.Fuck...

I close my eyes for a brief moment, bracing myself against the cold tile.Hazy memories infiltrate my senses, of deep, dark eyes staring down at me, of perfect, exquisitely defined features.Like a Greek god or some shit, mixed with the sight of a night sky.

Despite my hangover and my overall feeling like shit, my cock seems to not be affected as much.

Absentmindedly, I let my hands wander, finding my shaft and relishing in the feel of my own touch.After all, it’s part of my morning routine.

Despite what the gossip and rumors about me say, no one but me has serviced this cock in at least a year and a half.

I might be the frontman ofHeart Killer, but Richie and Spike are the pussy magnets.

You’d think being the token bisexual of the group, I’d have more options, but that’s not the case.

I know most dudes want a guy with a six-pack and a loaded wallet, and I have neither.

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