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That way liesmadness.

On the other hand, Andy Cooper, wickedly talented bass player for the Penny Pushers and genuinely nice guy, was worth breaking a rule for, right? Besides that, Coop was exactly my type. Which was tall, blond, and rock ’n’roll.

Also, he’d just torn off his shirt and tossed it on the floor, and the sight of his bare chest helped me tofocus.

He yanked the babydoll over my head and tossed it somewhere across the room as I tried really, really hard to block out the sounds of screeches and giggles from next door. I was pretty sure Coop said a bunch of nice things about how sexy I was as he kissed his way down my body, but I didn’t really hearit.

Instead, I heard Zane’s laugh. That potent, sexy-ass, full-on Viking laugh I would know anywhere, had creamed my panties to enough times that I’d never be able to hear it and not get wet. It was like a goddamn Pavlovianresponse.

I wriggled uncomfortably as Coop ran his fingers down between my legs, skimming the lace of my thong, hyper-aware of the fact that I was more turned on by that laugh than the feel of Coop’s touch on my body. He rubbed me up and down, his hand moving in small, eager circles as he kissed his way down my stomach… and I tried to enjoy it, I reallydid.

But then the music kickedin.

Loud.

It was Guns N’ Roses, “You’re Crazy,” at top fucking volume. Not the acoustic version. The heavy version, hard and fast, thumping through thewall.

Coop looked up in a lust daze, the corner of his mouth hooking in a slight smile. “Who’s outthere?”

“Just… ah… one of the guys…” I said, my brain split between the pleasure of what he was doing to me and the party going on next door. “And… about… half a chorus line… from the sound ofit…”

Coop laughed. “Should I go tell them to turn itdown?”

Sweet. But no way I would do that toCoop.

“No,” I said, “just keep…” and then my head dropped back on the bed as he increased the urgency of his touch. He swirled his tongue around my navel, letting out a low groan, then kissed his way down. I took a breath and struggled to focus on the sensations of his tongue licking its way along the lacy edge of my thong, his fingers slipping inside to peel back the fabric. Then I felt the caress of his hot breath, just as laughter exploded on the other side of thewall.

Hislaughter, loud andcocksure.

A chorus of female giggles followed, and a surge of raw jealousy scorched throughme.

Worst. Roommate.Ever.

Would it totally kill the mood if I put in earplugs before Coop fuckedme?

Yes. Yes, itwould.

Maybe we could put on some music of our own? I had a laptop here somewhere… but no way my laptop speakers could compete with the sound system from hell nextdoor.

Zane laughed again, and my nipplespricked.

I clenched my teeth and squirmed infrustration.

Maybe my father wasright.

Maybe I was just some glorifiedgroupie.

God knew I’d had it bad for Zane since long before I’d met him in the flesh. And ever since… yeah, I still lusted after him—in secret. Physically speaking, Zane Traynor was a god among men, and I was onlyhuman.

But that didn’t mean I’d ever, ever act onit.

Screw him, said the voice of reason in my head, the one that sounded suspiciously like my mom’s. Because what the hell did my dad know about itanyway?

No mere groupie would’ve worked as hard as I had, for as long as I had, and put up with the shit that I had—much less stuck to The Rule for as many years as Idid.

And now that I’d chosen to break The Rule? So what? I was a single woman. It was my prerogative if I wanted to screw every rock star I’d ever met. Besides, I was having a great time with Coop, I was ignoring Zane’s inconvenient presence, and I wasn’t at all imagining that it was his face between my legs rightnow.

Yeah.

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