Hot Dirty Love (Copperline #5) Read Free Page B

once again, I had the slightest urge to reach out and touch him. To run my palm along the sculpted muscle of his thigh.
    Although shit like that could also get my ass kicked. Not exactly widely accepted in this conservative Montana backdrop.
    So instead, feeling the slightest bit awkward, I reached for my jeans and pulled them on. I felt a little clumsy and off, likely because I don’t think my heart rate had gotten anywhere near back to normal yet.
    “Yeah, nice form, dude,” I smirked. “Just what I needed to start the school year.”
    He shrugged. “I think they were even better than that chick at Dave’s party.”
    Mmmm … The curvy little brunette from a month ago. She was something else entirely, like a whole new class of pussy, but I didn’t dare say that. Might ruin my image if I started getting all nostalgic and shit.
    Instead, I slapped him on the arm and nodded. “Yep, these two were mighty fine indeed.”
     

     
    I don’t fuck students , I repeated in my head as I walked into Engineering Hall at Montana Tech a few days later.
    I don’t fuck students… I don’t fuck students…
    It was my mantra every year on the first day of school. A continuous loop playing over and over in my mind to keep it from wandering up the short skirts of the girls in my classes.
    Every year. Over and over.
    Every year since I’d coasted through my masters here. My own professors had said I was brilliant. They had lined me up with job interviews. BP. Exxon. All the major oil companies were practically bidding for me. Offering me a shit ton of money.
    And I turned them all down.
    Looking back, I often wonder why.
    Maybe it was laziness. I wasn’t exactly driven. I didn’t need the biggest house on the block or the fastest car.
    It wasn’t because money would get me pussy, because I already got a lot of pussy.
    If I was totally honest with myself, I think it was mostly just that I really liked my life the way it was right then.
    Upon arriving for my freshman year at Tech, I found myself living in a quad with this Irish wanker from Dublin. Most of the time, Denny hardly sounded like he was even speaking English— fucker —but he was a blast to party with and his accent was totally a chick magnet, not just for him, but for all of us who hung out with him. He and I started doing a radio show for the campus station with a couple other guys, playing pretty much whatever we wanted and being complete jackasses on the air.
    As a few of us were very musical, before long we started fucking around with our instruments. I had a bass guitar I’d played in high school band, mostly because high school band seemed like a good place to meet chicks who were just dying to be devirginated. Denny had practically grown up with a guitar in his hands, as did our friend Drew, while Cody drummed on anything and everything within reach. I had never really expected it to go very far.
    But one night, while we were just kinda jamming on the air, some drunk old bastard called the station.
    “You mofos are bangin’!”
    And it stuck. In that moment, we became the Bangin’ Mofos.
    Drew and Denny’s buddy Trent seemed to think we could take it all the way. Before long, we had a twice weekly gig every Friday and Saturday night at the Copperline Bar outside of Butte.
    If I had thought I was getting lucky playing the bass in high school band, I hadn’t seen anything like the Copperline Bar. Girls fucking loved us. They worshipped us. They would come at us in droves wanting to kiss, bite, lick, suck, fuck, and any combination therein.
    Not that life was always rainbows and butterflies. We had our shit times, too. Like when Trent overdosed. That sucked. It almost broke us apart.
    But for the most part, things were going really well. Drew found a house in Ophir, a small town just outside of Butte. It was a great big fucker that had enough room for all four of us in the band with plenty of space for massive after parties that sorta resembled Dante’s