Three weeks of Landry laughing and flirting with me is slowly driving me mad. I’ve never jerked off so much in my entire life. I’ve never had to. Someone’s always been around to do it for me. When I was thirteen, a groupie gave me my first blow job. Another groupie relieved me of my V-card a year later.
If my hand even strayed near my dick, there was a girl ready to address my needs. I took full advantage of it because why the hell not?
Since I started on this tour, though, I haven’t touched one girl. And it’s not like I’m lacking for attention. One thing about tours is that new pussy’s always available. Every joint we’ve played has held a bevy of gorgeous women. Young ones, old ones, every shape and size. Girls pretending to be sisters and girls who probably are sisters.
But not one of them turned me on like Landry.
My phone pings. I nearly knock it off the table in my haste to grab it. It’s Landry.
Her: I’m good. Got caught up w May. I have an idea for tonight after the show.
Please tell me it’s you and me finding a private place and fucking until we’re too exhausted to stand.
Me: Yeah?
Her: How about this?
Sadly, it’s not a picture of her naked. Instead, it’s a link to a site that offers neon mini-golf.
Her: Too hokey?
Me: No. Think the guys would like it.
Her: I’ll set it up. How many do you think?
I look at my crew. How about none of them and just you and me in the dark?
Me: Reserve enough for all of us. If some don’t show, they don’t show. I’ll cover any cancellation costs.
Her: Coolio. We stopping soon?
Me: Not until we get to Austin. Need something?
Her: Nah. I might nap, tho. The bus is making me sleepy.
Me: I’ll wake you when we get there.
Her: K have a good jam session.
* * *
“You killed it tonight,” Bo yells as he hops onto the stage and gives a hard blow across my back.
“Austin loves its live music.”
“Nah, they loved you. Yo, Ian, put that thing down, son. We’re your roadies for tonight.” Bo shoves me out of the way so he can get to Ian, and the two engage in a short tussle before Ian gives up. Bo’s got about thirty pounds on my drummer.
“You’re getting Bo’s help whether you want it or not,” Noah murmurs beside me.
I bend and unplug the mic cord from the amp. “I see that. How was the flight down? I heard Grace convinced you to fly first class.” Noah is a notorious cheapskate, trying to save every penny so he can amass his first million before he turns thirty. He’ll make it easily, but Grace comes from money so he has a hard time recognizing his own successes.
He grimaces. “She said it was a gift from her mother.”
“And you believed that?”
“Couldn’t really accuse my girl of lying.” He looks over his shoulder where Bo’s girlfriend and Grace are standing with Landry. “By the way, Landry’s pretty great.” He gives me a nudge. “You did good work there.”
“Not mine yet.”