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“Nuh-uh,” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Not doing this. Not getting into this withyou.”
“Let’s get into it,” I said, pushing another inch into the room, my pulse beating in my dick, spurring meon.
“Nope.” She put her hand in the middle of my chest, holding me off. “It’s been a really bad night, I have not been laid since Christmas, and you arenotgoing to ruin this forme.”
Then she shut the door in myface.
Christmas?
Christmas was four monthsago.
As I stood there, my back to the bedroom door, I racked my fucking brain to figure out who the hell Maggie’d fucked atChristmas.
Coop?
Some otherfuckwit?
As far as I knew she wasn’t seeing anyone regular. Maggie’d never had a boyfriend in the years I’d known her. I’d seen Coop checking her out. I’d seen him flirt with her, but big fucking deal. Who didn’t flirt with Maggie? Half the crew was hard up for her, but the girl was so fucking proper and all-business she hardly seemed to notice. She so rarely partied with anyone, I’d gotten pretty comfortable telling myself if she wasn’t sucking my cock, at least she wasn’t sucking anyoneelse’s.
Now I had a visual. Sweet Maggie, down on her knees sucking off Andy Cooper—fuuuck. The murderous surge of testosterone and adrenalin made my dick so hard it felt like it might split inhalf.
Shit.
Maybe Iwasa fuckingidiot.
Two hot chicks, horny and willing, were going at it right in front of me, and my head was in the nextroom.
But no fucking wonder. I’d been hot for Maggie, one of a very few woman I’d ever spent more than an hour with who wouldn’t spread her legs for me, for years.Years.And now she was giving it up toCoop?
Fuck.That.
Who the hell did he think hewas?
Asshole had pretty much fucked his band’s sweet ride on Dirty’s coattails the second he breathed on Maggie. I said the word, the Pushers were off the next tour, and that gave me a grim fucking sense ofsatisfaction.
Would I actually do it?Maybe.
Depending how things went downtonight.
I grabbed the remote to lower the volume on the music. Too bad. It was Wolfmother’s “Woman,” a decent song to fuckto.
I liked sex the way I liked my music: loud andhard.
No idea how Marvin Gaye got in the mix. Probably my wise-ass drummer, fucking withme.
I listened, but I couldn’t hear shit from next door. What kind of awkwardly quiet, polite sex were those two planning on having? What were they doing in there, rightnow?
And how long was I gonna let thisslide?
According to my phone, three fucking minutes had passed since Maggie shut the door. Felt like a goddamnhour.
But the longer I let this go, the worse it would be for Coop when I kicked his ass out. Yeah, so I was a sadistic prick. Didn’t bother me in the slightest that I was about to cockblock abrother.
Not when he was in there right now with Maggie, getting ready to stick his dick inher.
Right. That was about farenough.
I hammered my fist on the bedroom door.Hard.
