Page 43 of Hard Rock Fling
Cameron raised an eyebrow. "She's your girl, now? That's cool, man." He pecked a kiss on my cheek. "You two kids enjoy yourselves tonight."
"Is he really jealous?" I asked as Cameron sauntered off, bass guitar in hand.
"He knows you're not interested. Pissing me off is his way of having fun."
The light smudge of black rimming his eyes was doing something to my insides. Guys shouldn't be hotter in eyeliner than girls. It wasn't fair. Ian caught me staring. He ran one finger along my neck, black nail polish smooth and gleaming.
"I like that look on you."
"What look?"
"Like you want to eat me alive."
I flushed. I couldn't exactly deny it.
I'd told myself to forget about it and move on. I'd gotten laid. It was out of my system. One guy shouldn't still have so much power over me.
My body disagreed.
"Can we do it again?" I blurted. I wanted to bury my face in my hands, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. But I couldn't take it back. All that sexting, all that teasing, all that leather and eyeliner, had done me in. I had no more willpower left.
"Do what again?"
Ian's eyes glinted with mischief. He knew exactly what I meant, but he was going to make me say it. I steeled myself, speaking the words in one long breath.
"I know better than to expect any sort of commitment from you and you rarely sleep with the same girl twice but I don't want us to be a one night stand." I held my breath for his response, expecting annoyance or exasperation.
Instead, Ian gave me a wicked grin. "I know, right? That night at the party was fucking awesome. I definitely need more of your magical puss—"
"Stop!" I clapped a hand over his mouth.
"I'm just saying." The words were muffled against my palm. "The sex was too good for it to be a one time thing."
I lowered my hand. "So you're saying you want to do it again?"
"And again and again and again." Ian snickered at my blush.
"So what is this, then?" I asked. I wasn't naive. I knew I could never expect a real relationship with Ian, no matter how mind-blowing the sex was. That wasn't how it worked with The Twins.
He glanced away from me for a moment, as if he were thinking. Then he flicked his eyes up to mine. "Friends with benefits?"
"That implies you'll be sleeping with other people at the same time and—" I squirmed, "—I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that."
Ian tilted his head, considering me. "What about a fling?"
"A fling?"
"Yeah. We have sex a couple more times, get it out of our systems. We have our fun like mature adults, then go our separate ways. Call it a brief love affair."
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest at his use of the L word. Again.
"You can make all your friends jealous." Ian's eyes sparkled, like he was getting excited on my behalf. "A short, whirlwind romance with a rock star."
I knew better than to ask for anything long term, but I didn't want this to be over. Not yet. "A fling, you said?"
"Nothing wrong with a fling, right?"
“Showtime, guys," August called. He flipped one drumstick between his fingers in an impressive repetitive motion, heading over to the stage. He was usually the first one ready to go, as the others were usually, as he put it,fucking around.
