Music of the Heart (17 page)

A long moan erupted from my lips as my eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure.

Bree was riding me like a crazed cowgirl. Her fingers dug into my hips, sending her acrylic nails

scratching across my skin. She bounced and jerked on and off of me as I thrust up to meet her frantic

movements. “Fuck,” I muttered as she tightened her walls around me. If there was one thing Bree

knew, it was how to please me and give me the best sex, along with the best head, I’d ever had in my

life.

But when I opened my eyes, I didn’t see Bree’s back arched in ecstasy. Instead, Abby straddled me

—her expression one of wide-eyed wonderment. She gazed down at me lovingly, not with eyes

hooded with lust like Bree always did. “Angel?” When she didn’t respond, I murmured, “Abby,” to

which she smiled. I rose up to take her swaying breast into my mouth. I suckled the nipple causing her

to moan.

“Yeah, do me harder, Jake!” Bree’s voice roared through the bedroom.

I blinked my eyes, trying to clear Abby’s image from my mind. This time when I looked back, it

was no longer Abby, but Bree scratching her fingernails harshly down my chest as she rode me.

Shaken by what I had hallucinated, I tried focusing on Bree’s writhing form. What the hell was

happening to me? I had a sex goddess screwing my brains out, and I was fantasizing about a blushing

virgin. A growl escaped my lips as I flipped Bree over on her back and started pounding her hard.

“YES JAKE! Yes, just like that!” Bree cried, smacking my ass.

I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and teasingly bit it. She screamed and clutched her legs

harder around me. But when I raised my head from Bree’s breast, Abby stared up at me. “Oh, I’ve

wanted to make love for so long, Jake. I’m glad you’re my first.”

I blinked my eyes a few times, but it was still Abby smiling up at me. A pleading expression took

over her face. “No man has ever made me come before. Please be the first.” Hearing those words on

her lips was my undoing, and I felt myself start to shudder.

“Abby! Oh God, Abby, yes, yes!” I cried as I came hard into her.

The room became eerily silent. “What the fuck did you just say?” Bree demanded. Before I could

finish coming down from my high, she shoved me off of her. “You asshole!”

“What’s your problem?” I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

“You called me Abby, you douchebag!”

Oh fuck…I had. I’d not only fantasized about banging Abby, but I’d actually said her name when I

came.

Bree shook her head. “I cannot freakin’ believe this. I thought I heard you say it earlier, but now I

know you did! What the hell, Jake?”

“I don’t know why I did that. I’m drunk.” I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to still my nerves.

It wasn’t like I owed Bree an explanation—she was just a groupie I banged frequently. It was more

that I was so freaked out myself at what I had done that I wanted to rationalize it.

“That’s not an excuse!”

Talking my thoughts aloud, I mumbled, “She comforted me last night about my mom. Maybe that’s

why I was thinking about her.”

“Yeah, thinking about
her
while you were fucking
me
!” Bree shrieked, throwing her dress over her

head.

“You’re making a big deal over nothing. We’re not exclusive, so we’re free to fuck or fantasize

about whoever we want to.” I then narrowly dodged the heel she threw at me. “Are you insane?” I

shouted.

“Go to hell, Jake!” she screamed before she stormed out of the room, leaving the black heel that

had almost whacked me in the head.

“I need a drink,” I muttered before staggering into the hallway.

By the wide-eyed looks of the horror the guys were giving me, I knew they heard what I’d did.

Without another word to me, Bree stormed off the bus.

AJ leaned forward. “Dude, did you seriously just call out Abby’s name?”

I groaned and stalked over to the fridge. I snatched out a beer and took two long pulls. When they

continued peering expectantly at me, I shrugged. “Maybe I did. Don’t tell me you’ve never said

something crazy when you were coming.”

“I sure as hell never called the girl the wrong name,” AJ replied. Brayden bobbed his head in

agreement.

When I glanced at Rhys, he gave me a sheepish grin. “In my defense, it was a three-some. I kinda

lost track of who was who.”

I rolled my eyes. “Look, it’s nothing. Bree’s spent the last few months trying to get her hooks

further into me. It’ll be better if I just find someone else to fuck after the show.”

A growl came from low in Brayden’s throat. “Pricks like you make me sad for my sweet, innocent

baby girl back at home,” he grumbled as he headed for the bathroom.

Once he slammed the door, AJ leaned forward in his seat. “So don’t you think you might want to

take a second to think about why you called out Abby’s name?”

Rhys nodded. “Were you like fantasizing about her when you did it?”

I finished the beer and tossed the bottle in the trash. Without hesitating, I grabbed out another one.

“Pace yourself, man. We’re going out tonight to hear Bray’s cousin’s band play, remember?” AJ

warned.

Ignoring him, I took a long gulp of the foamy beer. When I thought about how I’d pictured Abby

riding me and asking me to make her come, I shuddered. How could someone who was so not my type

get me so hot?

“So you
did
fantasize about her?” Rhys asked, a knowing smile on his face.

“And what if I did?” I countered.

He snorted. “You’re out of your mind if you think you can seduce Abby like Bree or one of your

other groupies.”

AJ grinned. “Rhys’s right man.”

Closing the gap between us, I asked, “Is that a challenge?”

AJ’s expression darkened. “No, it’s sure as hell not. And I’ll kick your fucking ass if you try

anything with her.” When I narrowed my eyes, he inched closer to me. “Don’t you think after her little

performance last night, I might have wondered about what it might be like to get it on with her? To

have her legs wrapped around my waist and those lips on mine.” He sucked in a ragged breath while

a tremble rippled through him. Once he came out of his fantasy, he shook his head wildly back and

forth. “But that’s all it’s ever going to be to me is a thought. Abby is the relationship/marrying kinda

girl, and I sure as hell can’t give that to her right now. And I respect her too much to try to put the

moves on her, and I don’t want to see her get hurt.”

“Gotta admit that goes for me too,” Rhys added.

I rolled my eyes at the two misguided Knights in Shining Armor. “The last thing in the world I

want is to start something up with her, got it?” I hissed.

Rhys shook his head. “Keep on telling yourself that, man. You’re already drowning in her, and the

longer she’s on this bus, the deeper you’re going to get in.”

A shiver ran down my spine at Rhys’s words. Was he right? Was seeing Abby while I was

screwing Bree some weird double meaning that after a brief twenty-four hours I was starting to like

her? My mind flashed back to her holding me while I cried, the tender curves of her body pressed

against me, her whispered words of encouragement. No, no, no! This couldn’t happen. I wouldn’t let

it.

“Ugh, I’m going back to the bedroom. Wake me when it’s time to leave.” Before they could

protest, I snatched up a bottle of Jack Daniels from the cabinet—desperately hoping to wipe any

sexual thoughts, or any thoughts period, of Abby Renard from my mind.

After downing half the bottle of Jack, I must’ve passed out because the next thing I knew AJ was

standing over me, shaking my shoulders.

“Wake up, douchebag.”

I groaned and rubbed my eyes. “What time is it?”

“Six. Cade’s set is at seven, so we gotta get hustling.”

Glancing over at the digital clock, I realized there would be no time for showering. I’d have to go

out smelling like a mixture of booze and Bree. When I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the

room spun around me.

“Jesus, Jake. You’re completely plastered,” AJ lamented as he smoothed on some cologne.

“I am not,” I grumbled, staggering to my feet.

When I lurched forward and had to cling to his waist to keep from passing out, he grunted in

frustration before reaching out to steady me. “Why do you do this shit to yourself man? Susan would

hate to see you like this.”

Jerking myself upright, I jabbed a finger into his chest. “Do
not
bring up my mother,” I growled.

When I caught a glance at AJ’s face in the darkness, he wore a pitied expression, rather than a

pissed one. “I’m sorry, man. You know I love her, and I love you,” he murmured.

My shoulders drooped in defeat. Christ, I so did not need this right now. Trying to deal with my

mother was one thing. Throwing in what had happened with Bree and Abby, coupled with AJ getting

all emotional on me, was way too much. “Look, I love you too, but I can only handle so much without

absolutely losing my fucking mind.”

“Fine. I understand.”

“Fuck, my head is about to explode. Did Frank get back from the store with the Advil?”

“Yeah, he and Abby got back a little while ago.” At the mention of Abby’s name, I tensed as I

realized what I had said and done to her earlier with Bree. “Um, did she…you know, with me and

Bree?”

AJ quirked his dark brows and crossed his arms over his chest. “Of course she heard you. All your

grunts and groans embarrassed the hell out of her, but she finally freaked out and ran off the bus at

your ‘Suck me harder!’ line.”

I cringed. I had a special gift for fucking up around Abby that was for damn sure. She probably

hated me now. Who was I kidding? She’d hated me from the moment we met, and last night and this

morning was all just a pity party. I shook my head. Wait, why did I care if she hated me or not? No, I

could not care about Abby—not in any way that wasn’t sexual.

With AJ’s back turned, I grabbed the bottle of Jack off the nightstand and started chugging.

Pinching my eyes shut, I let the harsh alcohol burn a fiery trail down my stomach. My binge was

unceremoniously cut off when the bottle was snatched away from me.

“Dammit Jake! You’re already a mess! How the hell are you going to go out tonight like this?”

“Fuck off,” I grumbled before staggering out of the bedroom.

The aroma of tomatoes and spices hit my nose and caused my alcohol-filled stomach to churn.

Someone had actually cooked? I peered ahead of me to see Rhys and Brayden relaxing at the table

with empty bowls of what must’ve been chili in front of them.

When I met Rhys’s eyes, he shook his head. “Dude, you look like hell.”

“Thanks dickweed. I feel like hell.”

Abby stood with her back to me at the stove. The sound of my voice caused her to whirl around.

With her hair pulled back in a ponytail, she held a spatula in her hand, which was surprising since I

didn’t know we had cookware on the bus.

Her blue eyes widened as she took in my appearance, but then she quickly turned away from me. I

did a double take because she appeared almost skittish in front of me—something she had never, ever

done before.

“What’s wrong with you?” I demanded.

“Leave me alone!” she spat from her place at the stove.