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I had to unlearn so many things, and I was still working on escaping the person my father had tried to make me.
I turned away, gripping my halfy. I needed to go get laid. With all the stuff between Aspen and his brother, we’d been told to lie low. So I hadn’t been out in weeks, and my appetite was through the roof.
After. We were due on stage in five, so I would put her out of my mind until the show was over, then I’d find some relief. And what better place than our hometown?
I couldn’t stop myself from asking. “Who’s the new chick?”
“Who?” Steve asked, confusion showing on his face.
“The chick.” I jabbed a thumb behind me in the general direction she’d been in.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, man.” Steve shook his head.
I turned to find her, but she was gone. “The fuck?”
“You hallucinating hot girls now? What are you on, and why haven’t you shared?” Steve asked, pissing himself with laughter.
I held up a middle finger. “I’m on lack of pussy.”
“Ouch, I didn’t think that was possible for you.” Steve had a twinkle in his eyes. He saw a lot of what we did by being around for the last decade. Anyone backstage would. We didn’t hide the fans or models that each of us spent time with. Kingsley was the only one who’d even thought about settling down, and that was recent.
“There’s been a lot going on,” I said, knowing he’d get the point.
“Got to take time for yourself. Can’t pour from an empty cup and all that.”
I lifted my shoulders. “Aspen has saved me more times over than I deserve. The least I can do is support him through this.”
“You two do a lot for each other. It’s nice to see even after all this time. Most bands can’t stand each other this far in.” Steve returned to tuning the guitars and checking them over.
I walked into the dressing room to see what the holdup with the guys was but found the fucking girl instead. She stood with her back to me, bent towards the mirror, those long legs leading to combat boots.
But she shouldn’t be in here. The crew had their own space, and this was a big no-no. The flippancy of it was as much of a turn-on as her choice of outfit. As a guy who’d grown up in the punk scene, those types of girls held a special place in my heart.
“I have to be hallucinating because you shouldn’t be in here.” Maybe I should have ignored it, but she had come into my space.
It would be so easy to close the door behind me and see if she wanted to ride my cock. Because of who I was, I didn’t get told no often. Being the lead guitar for a famous punk band had that effect on people.
“Hmmm?” came a familiar voice, striking horror into my chest.
I stumbled back a step as my best friend turned around, revealing himself in the full glory of a skirt barely long enough to cover his dick and smeared eyeliner. His lower lip bore the remnants of red lipstick. His soft features almost tricked my brain even while he faced me.
Why did he look like that?!
Why was I fucking hard?
No.
My fucking mind was playing tricks. I needed to get laid. I’m straight and not turned on by my fucking best friend. My heart hammered in my ears, making it impossible to hear.
“Huh?” I stammered.
“What did you say when you walked in?” Aspen asked, taking a step towards me.
“Nothing,” I snapped, meaner than I’d meant it.
My brain warred with itself, twisting my stomach in knots. I saw a hot chick and got hard, sure, but that chick turned out to be not only a guy but my best friend, so why am I still fucking hard? There’s no way I can be attracted to a guy. I’ve never found a single dude attractive. I’m not into that fucking shit. I’m straight. It was a goddamn trick of the light. The fucking mermaid effect or some shit. Too fucking long without pussy.
“Bullshit. You said I couldn’t be in here...” Amusement danced in his expression. “Did you think I was someone else?” He said it like he reveled in the mistake.
