Music of the Heart (10 page)

Poking her finger in my chest, she countered, “Oh no, you kept coming on to me when you turned on

the light and saw it wasn’t Bree.” She pursed her lips. “I may not know a lot, but I do know what
that

was.”

The guys snickered to which I shook my head. “Sorry, Angel, but it’s still a void point. At the time,

I had no idea you were a virgin. Had I known then what I know now, my hard-on would’ve been

withering fast.”

AJ snorted. “Oh come on, Jake. That’s a bunch of bullshit. Any guy that looks at Abby, virgin or

not, would totally get a boner.”

“Um, thanks…I think,” Abby replied.

With a wink, AJ said, “Just know I would have no problem, mi amor. Any time or any place.”

“Or me either,” Rhys added. He licked his lips suggestively at Abby.

She let out a frustrated puff of breath. “I cannot believe we’re discussing this least of all that I’m

about to say thank you, AJ and Rhys, for admitting you could…well, you know, even for a virgin.”

She glanced at Brayden who widened his eyes.

Holding his hands up defensively, he quickly argued, “I can’t comment on this conversation.”

Abby’s cheeks reddened at his comment. “Oh no, I didn’t mean for you to!” She then buried her

head in her hands. “This is so mortifying.”

Bray shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. “I will say this though.” Abby tentatively raised her

head to peek at him. “My wife, Lily, was a virgin.” He gave a sheepish grin. “We both were.”

“Really?” Abby questioned.

He nodded. “It never bothered me that she hadn’t been with anyone else.”

I grunted. “Yeah, because you were a horny sixteen-year-old dude who didn’t know any better.”

Bray narrowed his eyes at me. “Yeah, well, there was that year we broke up right when the band

hit, and I banged everything that moved, trying to forget how much I loved and needed Lily.” A fierce

expression spread over his face. “But none of those experiences hold a candle to making love to Lily,

and she’s only ever been with me. Yeah we might’ve been two fumbling teenagers back in the day,

but nothing was fucking sexier than us discovering it all together.”

I stared at Brayden in shock. I’d never heard him speak so passionately about sex with Lily. He

usually was very guarded and threatened to kick our asses when we alluded to anything involving

them getting it on. His favorite thing to do was to growl, “That’s my wife, fucker!” or “That’s the

mother of my children!” when we made dickhead comments about Lily being a MILF.

“Wow,” Abby murmured at Bray’s statement.

He grinned at her. “Sorry, I got a little carried away there.”

She shook her head. “No, I appreciated it, and I’m sure Lily would, too.”

I exhaled noisily. “Regardless of what you three dickwads say, I hold firm to my claim that I

wouldn’t or couldn’t get it up for a virgin.” When Abby cocked her head at me, I said, “Fine then. I

couldn’t
knowingly
, how’s that?”

She bit down on her lip and turned her head from me. The table fell into an awkward silence

before Abby muttered, “Um, I’ll be right back.” She practically fell out of her chair and sprinted from

the table.

After downing the rest of my beer, I glanced up to see the guys glaring at me. “What?”

Brayden leaned forward so far across the table that his elbows bumped into mine. “You’re an utter

and complete asshole for hurting her feelings about the virgin thing.”

“I’m a dick for telling the truth?”

AJ snorted contemptuously at me. “It’s called a fucking filter, man. Try using it from time to time.”

When I glanced at Rhys, he narrowed his eyes. “So not cool to make Abby feel bad about herself,

especially when she’s as smoking hot as she is.”

I opened my mouth to argue when the screech of the karaoke microphone being tapped drew my

attention to the stage. Gazing out at us, Abby gave me a sickeningly, sweet smile. Immediately my

stomach churned, and I knew I was in trouble at being publically called out for being a douchebag.

“I hope you all don’t mind me singing again.”

The scattered group of truckers whistled and hooted appreciatively, which caused Abby to grin

and breathlessly say, “Thank you.” Gripping the microphone tighter, she said, “It’s just that I really

would like to win a bet tonight, and singing this song is the only way I see being able to do it.” Once

again her blue eyes locked with mine. “Jake, this one is for you.”

She nodded at the DJ who pressed the play button on the music. It took all of two seconds for me to

recognize the opening bass thumps. “Oh fuck,” I murmured as
Like a Virgin
began blaring throughout

the bar. As soon as some of the inebriated truckers realized the song, they hollered and clapped their

hands.

From the minute she started singing, it was like Abby sent a direct beam of lust straight to me. I

mean, I knew I put on an act when I was on stage, so the fact she was a performer should have made

her behavior less believable. But damn was she convincing as a temptress. Every shimmy and shake

of her luscious body, every time she tossed her head back and ran her fingers through her hair, every

slinky step she took and thrust of her hips was driving me fucking insane.

If I thought I was stunned, the other guys were open-mouthed and wide-eyed at her performance.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught AJ gulping down his beer like a man dying of thirst. Even

Brayden was eying Abby in a way I hadn’t seen in years—although it was a helluva lot more innocent

than how AJ, Rhys, and I were ogling.

Shifting in my seat, I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I lost the bet. I glanced down and

glared at my traitorous dick. When I peeked up at Abby again, a pained noise escaped my lips as all

hell broke loose below my belt with what I saw. Sinking down to her knees, she then began doing the

unthinkable. She started crawling towards the end of the stage—never missing a beat or lyric. Sitting

below her, I had a straight shot down the front of her dress with an epic view at her fabulous rack.

When she reached the end of the stage, she swung her legs around, and for a brief moment, I got a

flash of her upper thighs before she let her legs dangle off the edge.

She hopped down and slunk over to our table. Without a glance at the other guys, she gave me a

seductive crook of her finger. I shook my head and grinned, trying to make her believe she was having

no effect on me, which was a fucking lie. But Abby wasn’t having any of it. She strode over to me as

she ran her hand over her hips and ass as she sang about being touched for the first time. Her fingers

then slid through my hair and across to cup my cheek before playfully smacking it.

Just when I thought she was headed back to the stage, she backed up and straddled me. A hiss

escaped my lips as she started moving her ass across my crotch. I couldn’t help throwing my head

back and groaning. I’d been given expert lap dances in my day from some of the highest paid strippers

in the business. Abby was clumsy and didn’t know exactly how to ride me to give my dick the most

pleasure, but damn, if I couldn’t feel her hot, little center burning through my jeans. I had been at half-

mast before, but I figured at any minute with her moaning the oohing and aahing parts of the song I

would be busting out of my zipper.

Even in her non-existent experience, she knew what was up, no pun intended. With the song still

playing, Abby glanced over her shoulder and shot me a triumphant look. “Do you now concede to all

the guys that you knowingly and willingly got it up for a
virgin
, or should I continue?”

Although my dick would have enjoyed her continuing the half-hearted attempt at a lap dance, I

shook my head. “Okay, Angel, you win.”

As AJ and Rhys clapped and cat-called, Abby started to slide off my lap. When she did, I grabbed

her arm and spun her around to where she was straddling me again, but this time we were face to

face. A startled look flashed in her dark blue eyes. I leaned in closer to her. My breath tickled her

earlobe, and she shivered. “So you got me all hot and bothered. Art thou now to leave me so

unsatisfied?”

Her chest rose and fell in heavy pants. “You’re quoting
Romeo and Juliet
?”

“Why do you act so surprised?”

“You didn’t strike me much as the kind of guy who liked to read, least of all Shakespeare.”

“I’m full of surprises, Angel.” My hands gripped her hips tighter. “Just get to know me a little

better.”

Abby rolled her eyes. “Did you seriously just use a bad pick-up line on me?”

“Who says it was a line? Maybe I do want you to get to know me better.” When she quirked her

eyebrows, I laughed. “And not just in the biblical sense.”

“With everything you know about me and not having sex, you still want to get to know me?”

For reasons I didn’t begin to understand, I nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

She stared at me like she expected any minute for me to go, “Gotcha! Just kidding!” But when I

didn’t, a slow smile spread on her face.

“Okay, I can try to let you get to know me.” She nibbled her bottom lip, which did nothing for my

hard-on. “And I might as well give you a try, too.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear it.” I shifted in my chair. “Would you like to get off my lap now? Your

little performance has left me needing another bathroom break.”

Her cheeks flushed when she thought she got my meaning. “Not very gentlemanly to admit that to

me.”

I laughed. “I’m talking about dousing some cold water on it, Angel. Give me a little credit not to go

jerk-off in some diner bathroom.”

Now the pink tinge in her cheeks spread to her neck. “Oh, uh, okay.” She quickly hopped off my

lap, and without another look at me, eased back down in her chair. Winking at the guys, I said, “I’ll be

right back.” I tossed my phone to AJ. “Go ahead and text Frank that we’re ready and settle the check.”

“Will do,” AJ replied.

I had almost reached the bathroom when someone grabbed the back of my shirt and jerked me hard.

“The fuck?” I cried, stumbling backward as I was pulled into a darkened room and the door slammed

shut. “Um, what the hell?”

The light flashed on to reveal a grinning Billie Jean. As she leaned back against the door, I heard

the distinct click of the lock. She then stepped forward. “I didn’t recognize you at first, but now I

know who you are.”

I quirked my brows at her. “And who is that?”

“Jake Slater of Runaway Train.”

“Yep, that’s me.”

Her gaze left mine to take in the half-mast bulge in my pants. “Looks like you have a little

problem.” She laughed. “I guess I should say a
big
problem.” Her eyes, filled with desire, met mine.

“I’d give anything to take care of that for you.”

Oh shit. This was so not happening. How was it possible I had a hot babe wanting to screw me not

ten feet away from the virgin I’d just asked to give me a chance to be a gentleman? This was all

shades of fucked up. As the room closed around me, I knew I needed to get out fast.

When I started for the door, Billie Jean sidestepped me. “Please?”

My cock twitched at her persistence. It had obviously had enough teasing for one evening. Trying

to clear my mind, I shook my head. “Yeah, well, my ride is coming in about two minutes, so I don’t

have time to fuck you.”

Her fingers came to the zipper of my jeans. I shuddered as she took my erection in her hand. “I’d

be happy just being able to say I sucked Jake Slater off.”

“I really need to go,” I argued feebly as she sank to her knees. When she took me deep inside her

warm mouth, I groaned. There was no more arguing—I just gave in and got off in the dingy storeroom

surrounded by extra napkins and ketchup packets.

Any pleasure I’d gotten out of the experience was fleeting in the moments after I came. I actually

felt dirty and used for the first time in my entire life, and that was saying a lot. What the hell was I

thinking? I wanted to get to know Abby not get blown by some random waitress in a storeroom. My

head fell back against a box of salt, and I sighed with disgust.

When Billie Jean rose off the floor, I couldn’t even look at her. “Thanks sugar,” she said.

“Yeah, whatever,” I mumbled as I headed for the door. I was zipping up my fly and adjusting my

junk when I bumped into Abby in the hallway.

Warmth flooded her cheeks at my actions. “Oh hey, do you know where the bathrooms are?” she

asked.

In that brief instant, she totally misread the situation. But when Billie Jean appeared behind me,

Abby glanced between us, and then her eyes widened. It was like a light bulb had gone off in her

brain, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that the hard-on she’d caused earlier had just been

taken care of by Billie Jean—the bitchy waitress who refused to speak to her.

Abby stared at me and gave a gentle shake of her head. “You wanted to get to know me, huh?”

“Abby, I’m—”

“Where’s the ladies room?” she demanded of Billie Jean.