But after Sofia’s cold shoulder the rest of the night, and the effects of the vodka taking over, I grow increasingly more pissed at her indifference. Does she not care who I am?
Now we’re waiting for the bar to empty out so we can leave unnoticed. Once Karl keeps ignoring a gorgeous redhead, she saunters over to my table.
“Hey, you’re the lead singer, right?” she purrs. Then she tosses her red hair over her shoulder.
“Yeah. Please, call me Bren. Nice to meet you.”
“Bren.” She giggles as she says my name.
This is always the most infuriating part. Waiting for people to adjust to who I am. It takes some longer than others to see that despite it all, I am just a guy. Same as any other.
“I’m Amber,” the redhead says. She bites her lip, and that gesture forces my thoughts to Sofia as she had bitten her own lip earlier in the night. What the fuck? Why am I still thinking about her?
“So, it’s getting late,” Amber says. “You thinking about heading out soon?”
“Yeah. The bar is already closed. We’re just waiting for it to empty out so we can go.”
“Want some company tonight?”
For some unfathomable reason, my instinct is to say no. I want no one if I can’t have Sofia, but as I scan the room, she’s nowhere to be seen. Besides, I’ve been such an ass to her, I’d probably have a better shot at her throwing a drink in my face than wanting to spend the night together.
“You know what, Amber? Yeah. I’d love some company.”
* * *
Almost the secondI close the door to my hotel room, Amber’s miniature dress comes off, and she stands there in her underwear. She drags me by the hand until I sit on the bed, and she straddles me to grind on me.
“Brenner Reindhart. I can’t believe I’m in Brenner Reindhart’s bed.” She keeps giggling, and the sound is like the screech of audio feedback.
She also keeps saying my full name, and I have to resist the urge to roll my eyes. When she kisses me, I feel nothing. She is beautiful and hot and exactly my type, and there is absolutely no reaction from my body.
Amber keeps grinding over my groin, waiting for a reaction that never comes—pun intended. “Everything okay?” she asks after her ministrations end up fruitless.
“Sorry. Bit tired. And distracted.”
She stops moving for a moment. “What are you thinking about?”
I don’t lie to women, so I became apt at workarounds a long time ago. “Don’t worry about it,” I say and press my lips to hers. I close my eyes and think about Sofia and Sofia’s lips only. My pulse quickens and redirects blood to my dick, stirring it alive. I dart my tongue into her mouth, and she purrs in response.
As I harden, she picks up the pace of her grinding over my jeans. Then she cups the shaft through the fabric and pulls away from my lips. “Oh, there you are, Brenner Reindhart.”
The sound of my full name in a voice that isn’t Sofia’s pulls me out of the fantasy, conquering my brain. The voice is too high and chirpy to be Sofia’s. Sofia’s voice is seductive and honey-thick. My eyes fly open, and it’s Amber, the redheaded groupie, grinding against me—not Sofia. I stand, nearly tossing Amber off my lap, but I steady her to her feet.
“Sorry,” I say. I scan the room until my eyes land on her dress. I pick it up and hand it to her. “I guess I’m more tired than I thought. Do you need money for a cab?”
Amber’s nostrils flare, and she huffs. “No. I don’t need money for a cab.”
She hastily gets dressed again and storms out of my room, slamming the door behind her.
What the fuck was that? Why can’t I get an insignificant woman out of my head? We barely met, hardly talked, and it took thinking about her to get a hard-on. I’ve never, not once in my life, had a difficult time with that.
Kicking Amber out was a mistake. My erection presses against the zipper of my jeans almost painfully. I had already taken a shower before going to the bar, but I know if I want a shot at sleep, I’ll have to shower again before bed.
After shedding my clothes, I jump into an almost-scalding shower, letting the water ripple down my body. I hang my head, letting the strong water pressure beat at the back of my neck, and I shut my eyes, thinking of her.
Sofia’s thick lips wrapped around the head of my dick. Her tongue licking the length of me. I wrap my hand around my hard-as-steel shaft and squeeze with thoughts of Sofia on my mind. I stroke myself, picturing her mouth in the place of my hand.
Seconds pass before my load erupts from me, and my body tenses. I open my eyes, disoriented to time and place. I need to stop thinking about this woman.