Page 26 of Sexy Dirty Fun

“She wanted to know if you were cute.” I was going to really play this up. I sat really close next to him on the bed.

“What did you tell her?” he asked, the corners of his mouth turned up in a small smile.

I put a finger to my chin. “Well, I told her you weren’t my type, but you were still pretty cute.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Not enough tattoos for you?”

“Maybe.”

Silence filled the room and the sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. My gaze landed on his lips and I wanted to kiss him. It was probably a terrible idea to get involved with Drew; I wasn’t kidding when I said he wasn’t my type. He had a certain charm and was cute in a nerdy sort of way. He would be a great distraction from all the other fucked up things going on in my life right now. It wasn’t really fair to him, but the alcohol had lessened my inhibitions.

I wanted him to take charge and make the first move, but I wasn’t sure that was going to happen. I got tired of waiting so I leaned in and grabbed his head between my hands before kissing his lips. He didn’t react at first but when I didn’t stop, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back. He tasted like beer and toothpaste and climbed into his lap, straddling him on the bed.

The kiss ended when room service knocked the on the door with our booze. I was breathless when I climbed off of his lap so he could open the door. My sex was throbbing with need from his kiss. He was a great kisser.

He got up off the bed without a word and answered the door. There were mumbled voices in the background while I thought about what was probably about to happen. I shouldn’t lead on Drew, but it felt so good to be with someone that was honest with me and genuinely liked me.

He appeared with the cart of alcohol and poured us each a shot of tequila. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked before turning to hand me my shot glass.

I nodded. “Do you?”

“Fuck, Lindsey, I’ve wanted to kiss you like that since the first day you showed up.”

“I can’t promise you more than tonight,” I admitted, holding my shot glass of tequila in front of me.

“I’ll take that,” he said quietly. “One night with you is better than none.” He poured some salt on the side of my hand before doing the same to himself.

When he was ready, I raised my shot glass. “To tonight.”

He raised his glass and clinked it against mine. We licked our salt and downed our shot before sucking on the lemon from the cart. He took my glass from me and set it on the cart.

I turned around and climbed up onto the bed slow so he got a nice view of my jean-clad ass. I barely had a chance to turn around before he was on the bed next to me, grabbing me for a kiss.

As Drew tore my clothes from me, I had a brief second where I changed my mind. It wasn’t fair for me to use him like this when he felt like he did about me.

I put my hands on his shoulders to stop him when his lips encircled a nipple and sucked gently. I moaned and my head fell back. Fuck it. I was going to live in the moment.

I’d worry about regrets in the morning.

14

CANE

Instead of being sandwiched between two gorgeous women last night, I ended up getting drunk and high alone in my room last night. It wasn’t one of my finer moments for sure. I woke up on the bathroom floor with a headache the size of Texas. I must have passed out there some time during the night. When was I ever going to learn?

I eventually made it to the bed, but it was almost three in the afternoon before I finally was able to drag my ass into the shower. I had room service bring me a big greasy breakfast even though it was almost dinnertime and that helped, but it still felt like tiny armies of men were marching around in my head.

I suddenly hated my life - my personal one at least. Professionally, Hookers and Hand Grenades was doing better than ever. The tour was selling out in hours and our album was still topping the charts. Women were throwing their panties at me and men wanted to be me. I had a huge house in LA and a fleet of cars. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

The rest of my life was shit. I never thought much of my personal life before, but now in a span of a week, everything was all fucked up. I always had a warm and willing body to sleep with at night, sometimes more than one. That was all that mattered to me. Now a certain redheaded journalist consumed my every thought.

I couldn’t get Lindsey out of my head as much as I tried. When I thought about sleeping with her, I got an instant hard-on. I had jerked off to thoughts of her more times than I wanted to admit. But now she didn’t even want to give me the time of day. That wasn’t something I was used to from women, but I couldn’t blame her since she found out I was married. Even I had my limits when it came to the women I fucked. I wasn't a home wrecker.

This whole issue with my so-called wife was another part of my personal life that sucked. I hoped to hell she came back with proof one way or the other so we could settle this. Until we did, it was going to be a black cloud hanging over me. If the press got wind of this, I would be fucked.

It was early evening and I didn’t know what to do with myself. After my binge last night, I wasn’t ready for another drink yet. Our show was tomorrow night and the press had really been hyping it up. There was no way I would be able to go out onto the strip without being mobbed and I wasn't in the mood to be gracious to screaming women pawing me.

I found myself wandering the hotel and without even realizing it, ended up on Lindsey’s floor. Maybe I was a fool, but I wanted to try to talk to her one more time. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say since I really knew so little about the situation still, but something inside of me couldn’t leave her alone. Guess I was a glutton for punishment.

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