And shit's been hard for Kay.
If she needs a break, I'm more than happy to distract her from every other fucking thing in the world.
"I might have mentioned you to Joel." Or replayed every second of her coming on my hand. Same difference.
"Really?" Her expression gets hazy. Starstruck. "What about me?"
"How much you drive me out of my mind."
"Oh my God."
"He might have stupid shit to say if you go backstage."
"A rock star has stupid shit to say to me. This is..." Her eyes go wide. She's back to speechless.
"Awesome?"
"Yeah." Her chest spills over her tank top as she leans in to turn on the radio.
It's playing a particularly obnoxious pop-rock song.
Kaylee sticks her tongue out. "You... um... Sorry, I'm still on this whole, you're talking about me with rock stars thing."
"He's just as guy."
"A famous guy."
"Even so."
"Ugh, you're so cool. It's obnoxious." Her laugh is nervous. Distracted. "You mind if I plug this in?" She pulls her cell from her pocket and shows it off.
"What you're going to play." I pull onto the main drag. This is going to take forever. I need to be there with her now. I need all of her now. She makes me so fucking greedy.
"Hmm." Her voice is almost all the way back to normal. To mine. She taps the screen a few times. "What would you hate the most?"
"Too many options there."
"True." She plugs the aux cable into her cell. "I'll have mercy."
Rihanna spills from the speaks. S&M.
"You call this mercy?" I stop at a red light, turn to Kay, watch her eyes light up as she smiles.
"It's our song now."
"I'll think of Dean sucking on his index finger every time I hear it."
"I won't." Her voice drops. "I'll think about you..." Her cheeks flush. "I can't say it."
"You can."
"I... No..."
"Sucking the taste of you off my fingers?"
She nods. "How do you make it sound so hot?"
"It was hot." I give her a long once-over. "I'm dying to pin you to the bed, spread your legs, and lick you until you're coming on my face."