She might as well give up if she thought that would get any sort of reaction. Russell the Love Muscle wasn’t interested in her. I wasn’t interested in her.
So why was I letting her tongue fuck my face you ask?
Something smashed against the wall outside my dressing room. There was more shouting and I couldn’t help but grin.
I heard a familiar voice yelling just beyond the shut door.
And finally, my dick started to rise to attention.
More shouting.
Someone was angry.
And my cock was really happy about that.
Karly was mid-thrust against my leg when the door slammed open, bouncing off the wall behind it.
“What the hell?” a shrill scream echoed around the tiny room and just like that, as if on cue, I developed a full-fledged hard-on in less than two seconds.
I pulled my mouth away from the writhing female in my arms and prepared myself for what awaited me.
And damned if it didn’t have me quivering like a virgin on prom night.
My erection strained against my pants and I couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful woman standing there, ready to take my head off.
“You asshole!” Vivian Baily yelled, reaching down to pull off her shoe. She quickly chucked it in my direction. I was used to her temper tantrums and had the sense to duck when I saw the four inch spiked heel hurling towards me.
Unfortunately for Karly, she didn’t possess the necessary reflexes to avoid it. Vivian’s shoe hit her square in the face.
“Ouch!” the girl shrieked, her hands coming up to cover her nose. “I’m bleeding!” she screamed, her words muffled.
Vivian was pissed. I could practically see the wheels spinning in that gorgeous head of hers as she plotted a million and one ways to dispose of my body.
My head on the other hand, was thinking of the million and one ways I could get her clothes off and my cock inside her.
“Baby, I had no idea you’d be here,” I excused half-heartedly. It was a lie. I knew Vivian had planned to be here for the show tonight. I knew Maysie had gone to meet her at the airport while the guys and I were setting up for the concert.
I had known exactly where she stood in the audience. I screamed every lyric just for her.
So what the hell was I doing with Karly with a K?
“You fucking asshole!” Vivian yelled again, just in case I hadn’t heard her the first time. She ran across the room and slapped me hard across the face, her nails scrapping down my skin.
Her chest was heaving. Her see-through top had slipped down so now I was getting a nice eyeful of creamy, round breasts. Her neck and cheeks were flushed and her strawberry-blonde hair had come down and fanned out wildly around her shoulders.
Jesus, she was hot.
Her green eyes flashed and she slapped me again. I pressed a hand to my stinging cheek and started to feel the telltale signs of my own anger. It fueled my lust to an almost unbearable degree. They were all mixed up. Rage and hate and dick twisting desire.
“Fucking hell, Viv!” I roared, grabbing her wrists as she flailed about.
“Let go of me! I’ll rip your nuts off and then shove them down this bitch’s throat!” Vivian hollered, yanking her hands free of my grip.
Before I could figure out what she had planned, Vivian launched herself at Karly. I almost felt bad for the poor girl who was still covering her nose from the shoe assault.
Karly screamed and tried to run from the room. Vivian wasn’t a small girl. She was taller than average and she worked out. She had the body of a woman who liked to kick ass and take names later.
And unfortunately for Karly, she was about to learn that firsthand.
This was getting out of hand fast. I grabbed Vivian from behind, my arms wrapping around her waist. Her hands were curved into claws as she tried to grab chunks of Karly’s hair.
“Calm the fuck down!” I yelled into Vivian’s ear, my anger and my need making my lower body throb painfully.
“I'm sick and tired of it, Cole!" Vivian wailed, her hands waving wildly.
My eyes glazed over and she started sounding a lot like the teacher from Charlie Brown.