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He traded cash for food and stuffed the tightly packed roll of letters and advertisements into his bag. Just in time too, because there was a love note from his mail carrier that he was going to halt mail in three days if it wasn’t picked up.
He ran back to the elevator and up to his apartment in time to find Lauren wandering out of his room with only his shirt on.
He could certainly get used to this kind of visitor. Maybe even longer than a visit. He swallowed down that thought and held up the bag. “I wasn’t sure what to get, so I got a little bit of everything.”
“I’m famished.”
They fell on the food like starving people.
The next few days were more of the same. Food, sex, laughter, and so much perfection he was afraid to tip the scales in either direction. He let the status quo lead him through the days and nights until the Roxy show.
Every day a little more desperate than the one before.
He wanted this perfection to last. And it scared the living shit out of him.
Chapter Eighteen
“So you’re awfully smiley tonight,” Denver commented, nudging Lauren’s arm. “Liking that life of domesticity with our resident wild man?”
“Is that what you call him?” Lauren snorted and peeled the corner of the label off her bottle of Bud. She was trying all sorts of new things lately.
Beer, however, would not be added into her repertoire. It smelled like piss and tasted worse. Denver was nursing hers like a lover, cradling it to her chest. It was her one and only of the night, so she had to make it count. In fact, it was rare for her to even enter the band’s venue, but she’d left a couple security guys guarding the bus. Since this particular show was for charity, she was entitled, she’d said.
Lauren happened to agree. Not that she would’ve argued with her if she hadn’t. Denver could kick her ass without breaking one of her fabulous nails.
But the truth was, she probably was pretty smiley. The last week she’d spent with West had been great. Hardly any awkward moments. No petty squabbles over chores like she sometimes had with Ethan. True, she was a houseguest more than a permanent resident, but it had been so easy to see how she could be there longer-term. They just fit somehow. It didn’t make sense. They shouldn’t have. But whatever angles they had—and boy, they both had some—managed to slide easily against each other rather than cause friction. At least so far.
“Yeah, it’s been good.” When Denver pointed at her ear, unable to hear her from the growing voices of the crowd just before showtime, Lauren leaned closer. “You should come over tomorrow. We’re going to play tag team video games. Ry will probably be there. Maybe you can convince him not to ghost again?”
Denver rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. Like I can convince that boy of anything these days.” A frown played around her generous mouth before she pursed her lips and deftly changed the subject. “Besides, sure that’s all you want to tag team, New Experiences Girl? I’m not a freak.” Denver bopped her head back and forth to the sounds of the final soundcheck on stage. “Well, not like that. Solo style is my deal.”
“Solo, meaning masturbation?” Lauren asked, apparently a bit too loudly since the people in front of them turned back to give them a look. She smiled at the big dude with the Mohawk. “Sorry. Cyndi Lauper knew what she was about.”
“Oh Lord, really?” Denver tugged on her arm and flashed the guy a “drop dead” expression that made him swivel back around without a word. “Lesson number twelve hundred—do not mention juicing the cube when a strange guy is eyeing you.”
“Juicing the cube? Is yours a square shape? Mine is not.”
Denver shook her head. “I’m gonna need more for alcohol for this.” She took another sip from her bottle and smiled at Tristan, one of Juliet’s guys, on her opposite side. ”If she asks you any questions about threesomes, just smile and nod.”
The guy in front of them turned back again and waggled his brows at Lauren. “I can tell you all about threesomes, sweetness.”
“Yeah, you’re probably not going to want to not do that. Her guy gets a little possessive.”
Big dude glanced at Tristan on Denver’s other side. “That one? Love the slick clothes, man.”
“I’ll pass your appreciation on to my tailor.” Tristan raised a brow and came to stand on Lauren’s other side, casually tossing an arm around her shoulders. She shot him a side-eye but he was concentrating on Big Dude. “Yes, this is my love muffin.”
Lauren snorted, belatedly hiding her beer in front of her face so she couldn’t see Big Dude’s reaction to that statement. But he turned back around and she leaned closer to whisper to Tristan. “Thank you.”
“No problem. Gotta represent for my man West while he’s occupied.” Tristan grinned and squeezed her shoulder before letting go.
Lauren smiled, soaking in the warmth of belonging to someone, no matter how temporarily. It felt nice to be someone’s girl. To be known that way so it was just an accepted fact. “I don’t suppose you’d tell me how the threesome thing works?” she questioned close to his ear. “I don’t mean sexually, though I have some questions there too, but you know, there’s porn.”
Porn was a wondrous thing. Yet another item on her experience list West had introduced her to. And the good stuff. Premium subscription.
She shifted, rubbing her thighs together in her tight jeans. Being a rockstar had its perks. So did being a rockstar’s girl.
Even if it was just a brief interlude of awesome. She’d still belonged to someone, and it had been the best experience of her life.
