Page 10 of The Rocker

Kenton reeled back. “Wow, wait a minute. Are you telling me you’re not in your twenties?”

“It’s sweet of you to think I’m in my twenties, but no.” I looked at Walker. “Where’s that beer you said you were going to give me?”

“Oh, shit, Pen is going to party with us. Tonight is going to be epic.” Cross shot up and clapped his hands. “Four beers, coming right up.”

“You’re going to regret opening your mouth,” Kenton laughed.

“Nah, I’ll be fine.” I swiveled to look at Walker, who was perched on the other side of the couch, to find him already looking at me. The corners of his mouth were turned down as he stared at me with his fathomless dark eyes. “What?” I mouthed.

“How old are you?”

“Haven’t you ever been told it’s not polite to ask a lady her age? It’s rude,” I reprimanded him, evading the question.

“It’s not to insult you. You look…” he shrugged and bit down on his thumbnail. “I don’t know. All of twenty-seven, maybe twenty-eight, if that. So, tell me, how old are you, really.”

“Maybe, just maybe, you’ll get me drunk enough to find out.” I didn’t tell him not to count on it because there was no way in hell I was telling them how old I was.

CHAPTERSIX

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Pen tooka long swallow of her beer and then laughed at something either Cross or Kenton said. I wasn’t sure what was said because I wasn’t paying attention to them. I couldn’t stop watching Pen. Fuck, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. It didn’t go unnoticed that she clammed up about her age earlier, but I didn’t care how old she was. Pen was hot. Hotter than hot. She was smoking, and any guy would be lucky to have her. I would gladly get burned by her flame if she let me.

And there I went again. I was constantly reminding myself that I couldn’t touch Pen and that she was off-limits.

I wouldn’t be having these thoughts if I had a girl on my lap like Cross and Kenton did. All I could do was keep drinking my beer and watch her as she joked around and laughed with everyone.

Suddenly Cross was standing with a girl draped around his side. “I’m not sure if you’ll still be here when I wake up tomorrow,” he grinned at her and then down at his girl.

“Probably not, but you’ll hear from me as soon as I know something.” Pen’s eyes darted to the woman who had attached herself to Cross. “Have fun… but be safe.”

“You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know,” he laughed, swatting the girl’s ass. “Good night, all.”

“Good night,” I mumbled.

“I think we’re going to head that way too,” Kenton stood, and his girl nearly fell to the floor.

“The same goes for you. You don’t need anycomplicationsright now.” Pen eyed the woman’s hand as she rubbed Kenton over his jean-clad dick. Was she afraid Pen was going to steal Ken right out from under her, or was she really that desperate?

That girl right there was why I wasn’t a fan of the groupies, and I knew the more successful we became, the worse they would get. It wasn’t me they wanted. No, they wanted to be able to say they slept with a rock star, or a singer, or whatever. We were just a notch on their bedposts the same way they were on ours.

Pen looked around the room, sipping her beer. It was at least her third or fourth, and she had to be feeling them by now. I had no idea how many I’d had. I just kept drinking and staring like a creep all night.

“I guess it’s just the two of us. Are you tired?” I asked, hoping she’d say yes and no in equal parts. I wanted to spend time with her, just the two of us, but I also knew no good would come of it. I’d only become more obsessed when what I really needed to do was get my mind off her.

Maybe if I screwed her once, she’d be out of my system, and then I could devote all of my time to my music instead of constantly thinking about her and her pink lips that she was constantly licking, making them all shiny and alluring.

Pen shook her head and looked at me. “Are you? I can sleep on the couch if you’re tired and watch some TV.” She looked to our TV that took up almost the entire wall. “What is it with men and their giant ass TVs?”

I shrugged. I mean, who wanted to watch something on a tiny little screen? “What’s with women and their huge ass purses?”

“My purse isn’t big,” she instantly defended hers. Since I’d known her, Pen had a different purse for each day.

“How many purses do you own?”

“I don’t know.” Her brows furrowed, and her nose scrunched up in the most adorable way. “Why?”

“Because I only have the one TV, and you probably have at least fifty purses if I had to guess.”

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