6
JEM
The door opensand I snap my eyes open to see Bryn’s tall figure fill the doorway.
“Fuck, Jem…” He pulls a face and turns, blocking the way against the people behind him.
The girl with her mouth around my dick pulls away. Nice bloody timing, Bryn.Again.
Worse than that, I catch a glimpse of a girl with bright red hair next to Bryn. Our gazes lock briefly and she pulls a look of disgust and turns away. Guess I chose the wrong room; the bags dumped around must be Ruby Riot’s stuff.
The door closes and I sigh. Well, it’s not the first time I’ve been caught with my dick out. Kneeling on the floor in front of me, Sara evidently isn’t used to the situation because she has her head in her hands.
“Omigod, who was that?” she asks the floor.
I stand and shuffle my jeans back up. “Bryn.” I zip them. “He’s seen this shit before, don’t stress.”
“Don’t want to finish then?” She looks up at me and giggles, pushing her dark hair out of her face. She’s drunk, of course. Sober girls in my experience don’t go down on random guys. Occasionally me, but that’s because of who I am—perk of the job.
“Spectators kinda killed the mood..” And seeing Ruby. Why the fuck does that matter though?
Sara’s shoulders slump slightly. “Is that it? You want me to go?” The girl pulls herself from the floor and perches on the edge of the sofa.
She’s cute. Definitely not innocent and judging by the skill of her blowjob, she’d be worth a go in bed. She no doubt knows the score too—nobody expects more than a night with me. Harmless fun.
Someone hammers on the door. “You done, Jeremy?”
Jesus, Bryn. “No, but come in.”
“I hope you’ve put your jeans on. I’m scarred, man. Nightmares for life.”
“Like you haven’t seen my dick before,” I call back.
Sara looks at me in confusion and in the brighter light of the room; I catch sight of her pupils. Crap. She’s not just drunk; she’s high. I catch myself from asking what she’s taken. Not my business.
I pull the handle and yank the door open. Bryn leans against the frame. “Not all the addictions are dealt with, then?”
The girl whose lipstick decorates my genitalia now slumps back against the sofa, head against the plump cushions examining the ceiling. Something weird twinges—I didn’t deliberately take advantage of this girl but, crap, I’m glad I didn’t fuck her.
Ruby barrels past, the real reason I’m glad I didn’t. She refuses to look at me, grabs her bag from the floor, and storms out again. The lead guitarist cranes his head around Bryn and spots the two of us.
“Oh. Hey, Sara. I see you met Jem,” he says with a knowing smirk. “I told you I’d introduce you, looks like he beat me to it.”
Sara giggles. Her giggling is really starting to irritate me. “Yeah.”
“I want to talk to you guys,” I say gruffly, then look at Sara. “Not you. The band. Sorry.”
Sara blows air into her cheeks and exhales. “‘Kay.” Staggering slightly, she stands. “Nice to meet you, Jem.”
“Yeah. Same.”
“I hang around with the guys,” she informs me and I rub my head trying to figure out why she’s telling me this. “So, might see you later.”
“Maybe.” She steps toward me and I back away.
Sara huffs and heads to the door. “Catch you later, Jax?” She strokes his cheek.
“Umm. No. Sara, find someone to take you home.”