High Strung (Power Station Book 1) (7 page)

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through messages, nothing really interested me but it sure beat sitting on the couch by myself looking like a douche. How long does it take to go to the bathroom? Women take too fucking long. What do they do in there? I’ve been in a few ladies rooms and it’s not like they have anything interesting going on in there. It’s just toilets and sinks. I wondered if they were getting started without me? ’Cause straight up, that would
not
be fucking cool.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Troy saunter in with two babes wrapped around him. Well, fuck me. Looks like the big guy finally got some sack and was taking my lead. I immediately snapped my head around to get a better look; no harm in admiring the view. After all, I’d just given him
that
pleasure not half an hour ago.

Was that? I felt the blood drain straight from my head and into my cock as they got closer, confirming that the smoking babe holding onto Troy’s arm was the same feisty redhead from this morning.

“Ashyln?” I rose to my feet like a marine called to attention. Holy shit, she was hot. She looked so different, her long wild hair probably covering more of her pale skin than the dress she was wearing, not that I was complaining.

“Hello, Dan.” She breathed into my face as she leaned into me, swaying slightly on her feet.

She said my name with such distaste and venom, her breath smelling of gin and the possibility of bad decisions. I’m not sure why, but I fucking loved it. The outfit she was wearing made me instantly hard.

“I seemed to have stumbled onto some fans.” Troy grinned, his arm still wrapped around the other girl. “I think they might be
friends
of yours.”

I swallowed hard as my eyes raked up and down Ashlyn’s body, my balls begging me to hurry up and get with the program. “Nice…very, very nice.”

“Um, Dan?” Skyla appeared at my side like some wicked magic trick, looking all pissy.

“Yeah?” I responded not wanting to be distracted from my current view, completely forgetting I had already made plans to leave.

“We’re ready to go,” Lili snapped, tapping her foot impatiently.

Ashlyn continued to eyeball me, ignoring Skyla and Lili.

I waved them off. “Yeah, I think I’m going to hang for a while longer.” Strangely no longer interested. “You girls go on without me, have a good time.”

“Are you
fucking
kidding me?” Skyla or maybe it was Lili shot in my direction. “You are just going to ditch us?” Okay, that time, it was definitely Lili.

Ashlyn leaned closer and whispered into my ear, “Your pussy party seems angry.” She paused before adding, “Tell me, Dan, are there any women who
aren’t
pissed at you?”

“You think that getting girls is a problem for me?” I laughed. No really, the fact she thought I ever needed to spend a night alone when I didn’t want to was seriously amusing.

“Listen, girls.” I twisted back to face my
pussy party
. Pretty cool name actually, I should think about getting shirts printed. Like an unofficial Dan fan club or something. “This isn’t going to happen tonight. Thanks for the hand job but I’m no longer feeling it.” I shrugged deciding that should be enough of an explanation.

“You are such an ass,” shouted Skyla, or was it Lili? I’d be lying if I said cared.

“I have to agree, he
is
an ass,” Ashlyn slurred as she backhanded me across the chest. “Ass,” she repeated.

“Come on, Skyla, let’s go. No way is he getting laid tonight.” Well that one was obviously Lili. She frowned at me before pulling her friend toward the doorway.

“Well done, you’re all class, Dan,” Jase said, chuckling. “I’m Jason, don’t judge me by my association with this numbnuts.” He bumped me out of the way and offered Ashlyn his hand, like he was negotiating a used car deal.

“Hi, Jason.” Ashlyn grabbed his hand enthusiastically and pulled him in a little closer. Her body crashed against Jase’s arm, the dickhead smiled smugly as it made contact. “I’m Ashlyn and this is my friend Megs. She’s a big fan.”

Ashlyn motioned roughly to the direction of the short, sexy blonde who had walked in with her and Troy. I must be losing my edge ’cause I hadn’t even noticed the rocking curves she was working.

“Hi, Jason Irwin, I’m Megs. I’m a big fan.” The blonde nodded, talking so fast she sounded like she might be high. Come to think of it, they both were acting really strange. “He plays keyboard, Ash.” Megs cupped her hand and attempted to whisper but it was actually louder than her regular volume. This was so fucking weird. “I’m so excited to meet you, Jason Irwin.” She waved, not letting go of Troy. While she might be a fan, obviously she had a favorite.

“She has a tendency for saying our full names. I think it’s easier if we just go with it.” Troy grinned like a douchebag, giving Megs a squeeze. He clearly wasn’t hating the attention. Not that I blamed him, the blonde who had the death grip on him was all kinds of hot. Troy glanced up at me, biting back his shit-eating grin. “Ashlyn apparently thought
you
were the drummer, Megs was kind enough to set her straight.”

“I sure did, Troy Harris.” The blonde bobble head chimed in.

“Are you girls loaded?” I asked, looking between them. They had to be. Their eyes were glassy and they could barely stand straight.

“My alcohol level is not relevant here.” Ash strutted back over to me and I could feel the heat roll off her body as it stood inches from mine, her lips in my face were driving me insane. “What is relevant is that
you
, are a pig.”

“Is this shit for real?” I wanted to laugh, I didn’t care she was paying me out. She was drunk, and her pouty lips fumbling with words was fucking hot.

“It’s pretty awesome if you ask me,” Jase added from the peanut gallery.

“No one asked for your opinion,” I shot back, not even attempting to take my eyes off Ash. I couldn’t look away, hell, what I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder and take her home. Let her work out some of that aggression.

“You were rude to me this morning.” Ashlyn pushed her finger into my chest. “I need to set you straight.”

“Babe, you were practically hyperventilating when you met me. You don’t have to deny it now.” I couldn’t help myself as I pushed a little further. My dick screamed in agony straining against the fly of my jeans.

“I am not a fan.” She breathed into my face. “I worked my ass off and graduated from college with honors. I was working fifteen-hour days and handling accounts worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. I wouldn’t just hyperventilate over someone like
you
.”

“What do you mean someone like me?”

“Someone like you. You play in a band. How is that even a real job? Did you even graduate?”

Well fuck me, she thought because I played in a band it somehow made me stupid? I didn’t need to go to College. I’m doing what I love and making bank doing it. I’ve come across people who judge us ’cause we have tattoos and don’t dress a certain way, but I couldn’t give two fucks. I’d rather hang myself than have to wear a suit and tie all day and punch some fucking clock. I didn’t care what anyone thought. I was living my dream and if anyone had a problem with my lifestyle, then it was just that –
their
problem. “Do you get lonely up in your ivory tower, sweetheart?” I tilted my head back and laughed.

Ash smacked me across the chest with her hand. “Why are you laughing at me?” It was just enough to sting.

“Jesus, woman. Why the fuck are you hitting me?” I laughed harder, seeing how aggravated she was that I hadn’t been offended by her attitude. She was so fucking adorable.

“Don’t laugh at me.” She huffed, planting her hands on her hips, giving me a better look at that fine body of hers. If she was trying to turn me off, she was failing.

“Babe, you can think whatever
you
want about me and
I
get to laugh at whatever I want, that’s how it works.”

“I hate you.”

I leaned in and whispered, “No, you don’t. You’re just mad ’cause I make your panties wet.”

“You disgust me!” She pushed against my chest.

“And yet, you still want to sleep with me, don’t you?”

“What? No. Are you insane? I don’t want to sleep with you. Not
every
woman wants to sleep with you.”

“Maybe that’s true, but you do.”

“You…you…ugh!” She opened her mouth and shut it, wordless.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, don’t fight it. I promise it will be good for you.”

She slammed her lips onto mine, her tongue invading my mouth. It was hot and I could taste a hint of whatever she’d just been drinking as she swirled her tongue around mine. I pulled her head closer, ignoring our audience, as I fisted her crazy red hair. Her tits pushed up against me and I heard her moan as I pulled up her leg, hitting that sweet spot with the throbbing hard-on that was begging to climb out of my jeans. I didn’t care she said she hated me, or that I disgusted her, her body was telling me she wanted me, wanted this and I wasn’t about to deny her.

She leaned into me, her hands getting crazy as they moved down my back and squeezed my ass, pushing her hips harder into me. I could feel her grind against the friction of my jeans, using it to work herself up, the action making us both crazy. It felt so good, her mouth hungry for every little inch of tongue I gave her. I could only imagine how amazing those lips would feel wrapped around my cock. I needed to get inside of her before I blew my load in my pants. I couldn’t remember a time I had been this worked up over a girl. It was like someone had flicked a switch in her and all that anal control shit just exploded into a big ball of want. Oh yeah, I said anal and I would be happy to work that out with her too, but right now, I need to get my dick suited up and buried into her pussy.

She pulled away in a rush, her face flushed and her lips puffy from making out. Her chest heaved up and down as she pushed her hair out of the way. She backed away steadily and gave me a fucking drop-dead gorgeous smile, her tongue tracing her perfect cock-sucking lips.

“There, I’ve made a questionable decision. Megs, I would say our night is done.”

Smart! Seems like that fancy degree was worth something, despite getting hot and bothered. She was telling her girl to wrap it up so we could go get busy. I had to respect the fact she didn’t want to fuck me right here in the club, it was a little skanky. I mean, I would have done it if she’d asked but I was looking forward to taking her home and fucking her properly, having her come so fucking hard around my cock she forgot her own name. Yeah, we needed to eject from this club ASAP.

Megs’s bugged eyed expression matched that of Troy and Jase. “Uh Ash, you just made out with Dan Evans.”

“Wrong, he just made out with me.” She smirked and turned away from me. “Troy, Jason. Have a good night.”

What the actual fuck? Is she leaving? No, she can’t be leaving. Coming up for a breath I understand, but calling curtains is a whole other matter. One minute we’re getting hot and heavy, going at it like a porno, and the next minute she is saying goodbye? Who does that? I’ve got the worst case of blue balls and she was just going to walk away?

“Wait, you are just going to leave me like this?” I pointed to the bulge in my pants thinking she must be kidding. Maybe this was like foreplay for her, we could get aggressive and then fuck hard.

“Kind of ironic, isn’t it? Think of it as character building. Write a song about it. Either way, I am not sleeping with you. Megs, let’s go.”

Shit, she was serious. She stalked over to a bewildered Troy and unwrapped her friend from his body. Megs was not able to offer much more than a wave as Ashlyn pulled her out to the main area of the club.

“What the fuck was that?” I stared dumbfounded at Troy and Jase.

“I believe you just got owned, my friend.” Troy patted me on the shoulder like some poor little puppy. “Looks like it’s just you and your hand tonight.”

Jase gave me a friendly punch in the arm. “I like her. I’m going to see if Lexi will give me her number. Maybe I’ll ask her out, she seems like a fun time.”

“Don’t even play me right now, asshole.” I ran my hands through my hair, five different shades of worked up.

“Oh come on, Dan, you’ve got to admit that was funny. You did the same thing to those other two girls not five minutes before.” Troy crossed his arms in front of his chest. He was a big bastard too; all that cymbal crashing and drum bashing made him solid so I wasn’t going to argue with him even if I didn’t agree.

“She was totally hot for me, her leaving was to prove a point.” I flagged over a waitress, needing a drink to calm me down. I should just tell her to bring the whole bottle.

Beth brought over our standard order and I snagged the tumbler of Jack and Coke I knew would barely make a dent. Troy grabbed his bottle of beer. “Well I guess she did that, didn’t she?”

“Whatever man, that was fucking bullshit. Bullshit. Who gets a guy all fucking hard and then walks? Not even an offer of a blowjob or anything. It’s not like I wouldn’t have reciprocated.” I swallowed the drink and slammed down the glass.