Page 37 of Whirlwind

When asked who gave him the black eye and if he’d gone on a rampage after being jilted by Mae, the guitarist replied: “F**K OFF!”

When asked where he’d disappeared to for the past four days, he only shot the reporter the finger.

Has this usually quiet and low-key rock and roller gone bad boy wild?

Sources tell us that Lanier dissolved into a booze-fueled rage over his long time love, Mae Sullivan dropping him for a woman, a mutual friend of theirs. Double whammy!

Luckily, Mae and her new love, fashion stylist Petra Graves, are far away from Beck’s fury, vacationing on a private yacht in Italy. Yesterday, the two love birds waved to photographers as they were sunning topless on deck while anchored off Capri…and that’s not all.

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17

Beck

Gruntingand squeaking filled my ears, dragging me into consciousness.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah…”

What the…

The grunting and groaning got louder, more rhythmic. High pitched moans with that squeaking in between.

Metal scraped on stone. The stone patio. Someone was outside by the pool.

Ah.

And that someone was getting laid.

“Yes, Eric, yes!”

I popped open my bleary eyes. Dad was getting laid.

“So good, baby, oh yeah…so good…right there, yeah…”

But that wasn’t my stepmother’s voice.

I’d been living in Dad’s pool house since I came to L.A. to go to high school. All these years, I’d seen and heard lots of shit at this pool, in this backyard.

I sat up and grabbed my boxer briefs from the floor. I couldn’t sleep last night, so I’d given in to memories and fantasies of Violet. I’d jacked myself off once, twice. Not much satisfaction though, only frustration. And an ache of a different kind, a new kind.

I pulled the door open, the sunlight and heat instantly baking me like a convection oven. I rubbed at my burning eyes.

Yep, back in L.A.

“Oh shit!” the woman’s voice yelped.

I blinked in the glare. On the poolside sofa opposite me, a naked Black woman was wrapped around my naked father, riding him, her tits in his face, her bare ass in his hands.

“Beck? You’re back?” Dad’s voice was growly, rough. He’d been drinking and smoking all night.

A huge smile brightened the young woman’s face, her arms remaining wrapped around my dad.

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