Page 140 of Dirty Like Seth
“I’m sure she’d be happy to hearthat.”
“You think?” He smirked, and I relaxed, the two of us just chilling on the couch with a woman-sized gap between us. It felt familiar, and a long fucking timecoming.
A grin spread across myface.
Thank.Fuck.
Seth was finally back. And now Ash was back,too.
Which meant my life could finally go back to normal. No more bullshit. No moredrama.
Just partying, playing drums, andfucking.
Unlike some of my bandmates, I was in no particular rush to settle down. Not when there was so much fun to be had first. Just me and whatever smoking-hot woman happened to wander my way, and catch myinterest.
And if she was lucky… whoknew?
Maybe she’d catch Ash’s interest,too.
Bonus Epilogue
Ash
It wasn’tthat I was trying to avoid her, exactly. But keeping Elle out of my line of sight was definitely one reason why I was hiding out in a dark corner of the bar sucking face with some randomchick.
Carrie? Candy? Who the fuck could remember. I’d had way too many beers over the course of the night to retain trivial facts likethat.
All I knew for sure was she had huge tits and raven-black hair and a bunch of girlie flower tats, and she was five-foot-nothing. So she looked nothing like Elle. Shefeltnothing like Elle as I pressed her up against the wall and wrapped her legs around my waist. She was wearing a short, short skirt and, upon closer discovery, a very skimpy thong. I could’ve fucked her, right here against the wall—in theory. Except for oneproblem.
My dick wasn’t the least bithard.
I could’ve tried to blame that on the alcohol as she snaked her tongue around mine and pressed her tits against me and wiggled her crotch against my belt buckle, seeking friction, but I wasn’tthatdrunk. I’d been falling-down, on-the-edge-of-blackout drunk, and still been able to get itup.
In fact… I couldn’t remember a time in my life, ever, when I’d been making out with a chick and the equipment didn’t spring tolife.
Fortunately—or unfortunately—she slid her hand down the front of my jeans, digging for gold. At the same moment, someone tapped lightly on my shoulder, and I tore my face away from her, weirdly grateful for theinterruption.
Elle stood there, right next tome.
As I detached the girl from my hips and set her on her feet, she pouted, pulling her hand from my jeans. I adjusted myself, maybe out of habit, though there really wasn’t anything to adjust. There was zero going on downbelow.
“Gimme a minute,” I told her. She pouted again, but glanced at Elle and gave her a quick—embarrassed?—nod, thenvanished.
“Hey,” I forced out. “Great show.” I hadn’t seen Elle since she came offstage, but she definitely didn’t look any less killer this close up, with her shimmery stage makeup and little whitedress.
“Thank you,” shesaid.
I looked away, pretending to be watching the chick I’d just been making out with, but I honestly couldn’t find her in the crowd. Wasn’t sure I could’ve picked her face out of alineup.
The late hour and the booze and the music seemed to have turned all the women in sight into horny animals, though. They were dancing with every available guy, dancing with each other… and I couldn’t really picture myself with any ofthem.
Elle just stood there, looking at me, and I wondered where Sethwas.
I glanced at her. She was looking at me weirdly. Veryweirdly.
Like she had any business judging my hookups? When Seth Brothers was back in her life for two-point-five seconds and she’s running off to Hawaii with him and getting knocked up with hiskid?
“You know who that is, right?” she askedme.
