8. Piper

CHAPTER 8

Piper

T wo weeks on the road, and Kaye has avoided me at every turn. Which is annoying because I only asked the groupie to tour with me to get on Kaye’s nerves. Make her crack like a pinata.

Sonya, the bleach blonde, ran into me again that night, telling me how Striker and Mayhem weren’t inviting anyone onto their bus. I wanted to tell her to kick rocks, then remembered how she set Kaye right off. Even though the girl is beyond irritating, I can deal with anything if it allows me to burrow under Kaye’s skin and infect her like an incurable disease.

“Baby,” Sonya coos, tracing her long fingernails along my arm. “You gonna dedicate a song to me?”

Dedicate a song to her? Another reason no one should stick with a groupie for more than one night. The girl is probably planning our wedding in her head, even though I haven’t touched her sexually since that night in the green room. If one guy from Gutless Void approached her to join them in their bed, she’d drop me like a hot potato.

But Sonya is a useful prop. I need her to achieve my end goal of making Kaye crawl like a dog, so I don’t care if she uses me to live out her rockstar fantasy.

“Nah,” I say as I sip my hot water. “I think I’m good.”

Sonya pouts, and I debate if getting on Kaye’s nerves is worth keeping this girl around. Her presence has done little to bring me closer to Kaye, who I’ve thought about nonstop since our encounter in the green room. God, she’s as fiery as ever. Does she still have a dirty mouth and a wicked tongue?

I’m about to tell Sonya that her time is up and I’ll book her a plane ticket home when Kaye walks by and gives me the dirtiest look I’ve ever received. Which is saying something since my mom teaches a masterclass in disdain. The only difference is my mother’s unapproving stare made me agitated, while Kaye’s makes me wet.

There’s nothing I want more than to have that little brat crawl to me, begging to use her tongue as my personal vibrator. I’d even be okay with her having me under her boot. I don’t care if it’s a fight or a make-out session. Angry or horny, Kaye is hot as fuck. As cheesy as it is, her eyes have this smolder, and I know it’s going to be a good time.

Kaye steps on the side of the stage, checking everything over, ensuring it’s oh-so-perfect. Last week, one spotlight was off by an inch, and I swear her eye started twitching like the world was about to implode.

I lean in and whisper so that only Kaye hears. “How are you doing there, Frosty?”

Kaye jumps almost a foot. “Jesus.” She grabs her chest. “Don’t sneak up on people like that. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

I chuckle. “Baby, don’t worry. When I make your heart stop, it’s going to be from the mind-blowing orgasms I force on you.”

Kaye raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow but doesn’t say a word. Is she trying to freeze me out with silence? “Can’t blame you for staying silent, Frosty. You’re probably saving those vocal cords on the off chance that I fuck your brains out again.”

“You fuckin’ wish,” Kaye spits.

I step closer and push her into a dark corner backstage, where no one can see us. “Baby, I don’t need to wish because I know.” I grip her hips and thrust myself against her. “Bet if I slip my fingers down your little wool pants, they’ll come out glistening.”

“Let go of me, Piper,” Kaye huffs.

“I will, once you admit you’re soaked for me.”

Good. I’ve stunned her into complete silence. Kaye knows the truth as well as I do. That’s why she has no quick comebacks or adamant denials.

“What’s going on?” an incessantly obnoxious voice asks behind me.

Sonya.

Kaye laughs. “Yeah, Piper, why don’t you tell your little girlfriend what’s going on?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend. I have a fuck buddy,” I say, ignoring Sonya.

Some days, I think I’m no better than a man. But then again, I am a feminist. I’ve fucked someone for shits and giggles many times. Sex doesn’t have to mean an earth-shattering connection. To be blunt, I like girls who fuck and duck. It’s much more fun to have someone else’s hand get you off instead of your own. If Sonya wants to fuck rock stars who don’t have an affinity for her, that’s her business, not mine. I don’t own her, and she doesn’t own me. The two of us have an understanding, and it suits us fine for the time being.

Sonya tugs at my sleeve. “I’m hungry.”

I dig in my back pocket and pull out my black leather wallet, lifting a fifty-dollar bill and throwing it at her. “Go grab yourself a pizza.”

“You’re not coming with me?”

Jesus. This girl might be daft. Here I am with another woman, barely paying Sonya attention, and she’s still trying to shoot her shot.

“Nah,” I say, my eyes locked on Kaye, “Pizza isn’t the meal I have in mind.”

I lose my balance as Kaye shoves at me. “Hey Sonya, why don’t you wait up? I am done here and would love some pizza.”

A normal person would be mad watching the girl of their dreams saunter off with their supposed side piece, but all I do is laugh.