Page 106 of My UnTrue Love
“It’s not fair for everything to fall on my shoulders.” Johnny seethed. “I’m only one man! You wouldn’t believe how long it’s taking me to get my new song right. It’s like I have no inspiration, at all. And now I’m supposed to be my own PR team, too?”
“Uh-huh.” Clem said vaguely. Her husband stood by the edge of the mattress, his pale eyes centered on her.
He arched a brow.
“Behave.” She mouthed at him.
Thankfully, Bill wasn’t in the mood to behave. Instead, he began untying the string holding up his soft gray pants.
Clementine forgot how to breathe. “What are you doing?” She demanded.
“I’m going to read you these stupid messages I’m getting.” Johnny groused, thinking she was talking to him. “You don’t understand the number of idiots writing me about ‘poor Bill’ and how he’s made some kind of moral stand for all womankind. These bitches are calling me sexist!”
She barely heard Johnny. For a few heartbeats, she managed not to look below Bill’s waist, but it was just too tempting. Her eyes drifted down to stare at Bill’s rigid manhood.
“Oh.” A small sound escaped her.
He was completely naked and completely aroused. For her. And there was somuchof him. Her eyes widened in amazement. No wonder he’d wanted her stretched by his fingers, earlier.
Johnny kept going, lost in his own victimhood. “Bill somehow set all this up. Vulture Valente has Susannah Alabama’s text messages to me! No way did that justrandomlyhappen, right after Bill was pressing me about my relationships with Susannah and Rosalee. That’s too big a coincidence.”
“Huge.” Clementine agreed, mentally calculating Bill’s dimensions. “Massive. I’m not sure how it’s ever going to fit…” She paused, belatedly processing Johnny’s words. “Wait, that gossip site has Susannah’s text messages?” Her brows lifted at her husband, suspecting one of his pranks.
“I don’t appreciate how ol’ Susannah let Johnny kick you out of the band, without saying a word of protest.” He murmured, his smirk filled with mischief and lust.
Good Lord, that expression somehow made him even hotter.
“You’rethe one who hired that guitar-playing menace.” Johnny fumed, without hearing Bill. “You’rethe one who decided to work with him.You’rethe one who needs to rein him in.”
“I don’t think anyone can rein Bill in.” She answered truthfully. “He’s running wild.” Her tongue touched the cornerof her mouth, as she surveyed her wild husband’s masculine form.
Bill slowly began stroking himself, while he watched her reaction.
Clementine pressed her thighs together in response to the ache that blossomed.
Bill’s head canted to one side, catching the movement. She suddenly recalled that he didn’t like it when she closed her legs to him. That made her feel naughty. She squiggled up into a sitting position, her core weeping with need and her expression defiant.
Bill liked that game. He crawled onto the bed after her.
“Make him delete his stupid post and apologize.” Johnny whined in that whining sort of way that always irritated her. “Write it for him, so it sounds good. Make sure it praises me for my feminist ally-ship or whatever, because I’m sick of being the…”
“Johnny, this isn’t a good time.” Clem interrupted. Bill was drawing closer and he took all her concentration.
“Are you even paying attention?” Johnny roared back. “Clem, this is important!I have to get this song right! It’s the one I’m going to play onHome on the Range. I won’t let Bill wreck this for me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Ranger O’Rourke isn’t going to put you on his show.” Usually, Clem would have reminded him of that reality in a kinder way, but she was far too busy to be gentle with Johnny’s feelings. “Not even Mamie could convince him. Bill has nothing to do with that.”
“Ranger just needs to hear my new music.”
“Ranger doesn’tlikeyour music.”
Bill grinned, clearly enjoying her pragmatic analysis of Johnny’s chances. His long artist’s fingers clamped around Clem’s ankle, dragging her back down the mattress. Towards him.
Clementine muffled a surprised squeak.
Johnny kept complaining. “I can’t believe how insensitive you’re acting. I’m going to get onHome on the Range,and you’re going to help me, and that’s the end of it. Be a little less selfish, for once.”
Clementine ignored that litany of grievances. She teasingly wrinkled her nose at Bill and tried to wriggle free of his hold.
