Page 13 of Tainted Love
I shrug as I follow him. Wyatt has kept to himself since joining the band four years ago. Kill tried to hook up with him one night after hearing him play keys at an open-mic night. Wyatt respectfully turned him down, but he joined our band a few weeks later. We know almost nothing about him, but as someone who has a lot of skeletons hidden in my own closet, I’ve never pried. The dude can shred on the keys, and that’s all that matters.
“So, what are we going to do about practise?” Kill asks, grimacing as he sits down on the couch. “Dad won’t be happy about the old witch complaining again.”
Asher looks at me. “Didn’t you say something about your stepdad offering his media room?”
“I’m not asking him for anything,” I say with a shake of my head.
“We might not have a choice,” Asher points out. “Kill’s dad said we were out if there were any more complaints.”
I mutter out a curse, not really wanting to ask Darren for any favours. Band practice was my excuse to leave that house every day—where I can be me. Now I’m going to have to spend even more time trapped inside it’s four walls withher.
“So, Eli, you’ve been quiet about your new sugar daddy,” Kill says, tapping his sticks against his leg. I swear the dude doesn’t know how to sit still.
“Watch it, dickhead,” I snap, fists clenching. He may be my brother, but that won’t stop me from punching him in the mouth.
“Didn’t you say something about him having a daughter? She legal?”
“She’s legal,” I say, pulling out a joint and lighting up.
“Are you going to give us any more than that?” Kill arches a brow.
“Nope.”
Asher lets out a snort of laughter as he takes the joint from me. “Do I sense a hint of challenge? Come on, man, is she attractive?”
Toned legs for days leading up to a tight arse and a decent sized rack that’s just begging for my palms. I want to run my fingers and tongue over every inch of her body until I know her as intimately as I know my guitar. I want to pluck each chord of her with a gentle touch until I know exactly how to achieve the sounds I want to hear.
“She’s easy on the eye,” I admit, settling back into my chair with a lazy grin. “But she’s off-limits to you two arseholes.”
Ashpasses the joint to Kill. “Sounds like our brother has a little obsession with his stepsister.”
“Well, that might make family dinners a little awkward,” Kill smirks. “I can’t imagine your stepdad will be happy with you boning his daughter, while he bones your mum.”
I groan and narrow my eyes at him. “You always have to take things one step too far, don’t you, fucker?”
He just laughs, then draws the smoke back into his lungs. “I’m proud of you, bro. Keeping it in the family, but how’s she going to go with your level of fucked up in the bedroom?”
Kill and I have shared women in the past, so he knows all about my specific tastes when it comes to sex. I lean over and take the joint from his fingers, as I try to suppress the image of Bea tied up on my bed, completely naked as I explore her body with my tongue. “Only one way to find out.”
Ash climbs to his feet, shaking his head with a laugh. “Why am I even friends with you two fuckers?” He smacks me playfully on the back of the head as he walks past me to grab his guitar, and I give him the middle finger.
Kill runs his tongue over his bottom lip, toying with his lip ring, and I don’t miss the heat in his gaze as he watches our bass guitarist. I choose to ignore the sexual appetites of my bandmates and take another toke before passing the joint back to Kill.
“For real though,” he says, levelling me with a red-eyed gaze. “How are you dealing with the move and everything?”
I shrug. “Mum may have stars in her eyes for now, but it won’t be long before I’m left picking up the pieces. Again.”
My best mate frowns. “I’m sure it won’t be like last time. This guy wouldn’t have married her if he didn’t care.”
I scoff. “They barely knew each other for all of three minutes. Who marries someone they’ve only just met?”
Elena Vasilios, that’s who. I love my mum, but she’s a hopeless romantic, and it leaves her with a broken heart. It’syet another reason I never plan on getting close enough to anyone to fall in love. It’s all bullshit. The only person you can ever depend on is yourself.
“What did Oli say?” Asher asks, running his fingers along a G Major scale as he tries to act unaffected at the mere mention of my sister’s name. He’s as subtle as a sledgehammer with the crush he’s had on her for years. “Have you spoken to her?”
“She said to be happy for Mum, but what does she care? Oli’s off ‘finding herself’ or whatever the fuck she’s doing. She won’t be here when everything falls to shit.”
His frown deepens. “So, she’s not planning on coming home anytime soon then?”
