Play Me (Love on Tour #2) Read Free

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    “I don’t care. No deal.”
    He was obviously not going to go for that one, so I thought I’d try for something more realistic. “Okay, your vintage Stratocaster.”
    Sean chewed his lip. “Maybe I don’t want to make this bet after all.”
    “I want the car,” Baby said.
    “Fine,” he stuck his hand out.
    I shook it. “New Strat for me!”
    “Whatever, you’ll never make it.”

 
    2
     
    We were two days into the tour and it looked like Sean’s guitar was going to be slipping out of my fingers, along with my Porsche. I was in the back of the bus alone with an enthusiastic redhead named Tawny. I loved redheads.
    Mike, Sean’s Assistant, and Tony, the bus driver, were nowhere to be found. Sean and Baby were in the hotel. So it was just me, Tawny, and my badly battered willpower on the bed in the back of the bus.
    Tawny was straddling my hips, her mini-skirt pushed up so that it was no more than a belt around her waist. Her tiny panties were still on and I was still wearing my jeans. But she’d just ripped off her shirt and bra, and her giant, plump, perky, probably fake breasts were in my face.
    I put my hands right where she wanted them, one on her left breast, one on her ass. It was really just routine at this point. It was like my body was responding automatically to a naked woman.
    And that’s when I realized that, despite my erection, I wasn’t into this. But now I had to get out of it. I’m a charmer by nature. I’m not good at rejecting women. I make them feel good. Then I sleep with them. Then I get them to leave while still feeling good.
    Tawny leaned over and started kissing my chest. She worked her way down to my abdomen. I slipped my phone out my pocket and covered it in my hand. Tawny was working on the button to my jeans. I let out a little moan to encourage her. Then I used her distraction to send a text to Mike. Call me now.
    Unfortunately, Mike was taking his sweet time and Tawny had my pants off and her mouth on my cock before he called.
    “Oh shit!” I said, sitting up.
    Tawny looked up at me.
    I stared at the phone, my mouth open. “Shit. I’m so sorry. I have to take this.”
    “You’re kidding.”
    I leaned over and kissed her. “I promise to make it up to you, sweetheart.”
    She smiled and grabbed her shirt and bra.
    I hit the answer button on the phone. “Mike, what’s up man?”
    Tawny crawled off my lap and stood beside the bed, re-dressing, and pouting at the same time.
    “Are you trying to get away from a woman right now?” Mike asked.
    “Oh no. That’s not good. I’ll call him right away.”
    Tawny threw on her shirt and shot me a look of regret. I winked at her.
    “You asshat,” Mike said.
    “I know, right now. I’ll call.”
    I hung up.
    “See you later?” Tawny asked.
    “Of course,” I grinned.
    She turned and left the bus. I sank back into the pillows. I was going to need a cold shower.
    ****
    “Yay! We’re here!” Baby squealed, as we pulled into a cookie-cutter neighborhood in north Portland.
    Our bus, which was referred to as bus one, held only me, Baby, Sean, Mike, and our bus driver Tony. Everyone else – the band members, roadies, and groupies – all rode on two other busses that followed us around the country. So, unlike the average tour bus, ours was nice and quiet, and comparatively empty. But it was about to gain one more passenger.
    We stopped in front of a small tan-colored house. Baby ran out ahead of Sean, Mike, and me. When I got off the bus I found her in the yard hugging a small, dark haired woman.
    When Baby let go of her, I could see that she had light brown skin, dark eyes, long hair, almost as black as Sean’s, and she was tiny everywhere. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall. Her legs were all muscle, her stomach flat beneath a ribbed cotton tank top. Small, but proportionate tits sat up high. This was Susi O’Malley?
    All I knew about this woman up to that point was that she was a writer, who had been