The small trailer is so rusty and dingy I can’t even make out what the color of it once was. There’s a small staircase at the entrance, but it—along with the roof—are so dilapidated it borders on unsafe.
This place is so awful it makes Eminem’s trailer in 8 Mile look like a luxury home.
I don’t mean that in a judgmental way…I’m just sad.
No one deserves to live like this.
“We’re not going inside,” Phoenix grits out.
“We don’t have to.”
Jaw working, he glares at the trailer, then at me. “Get your fill yet, princess?”
His comment stings like a slap. “I didn’t ask you to take me here to be mean and make you feel like shit. I asked because I wanted to know more about you.” I scowl at him. “Same reason you asked to see what I write on my body.”
He has no argument for that because he goes silent.
Hoping to change the subject, I shift in my seat to face him. “It’s your turn.”
His low voice fills the space between us. “Truth or dare?”
I don’t want him to ask me why I write the things I do on myself—because then he’ll know it’s all a ruse and I’m not even half as strong as I pretend to be—so once again, I make the same decision as before.
“Dare.”
Tilting his head, he holds my gaze. Those icy-blue eyes pierce through me like a burning arrow. “I dare you to give me a blow job.”
Wait…what?
I search his face for signs he’s joking, but there are none.
My mind spins and it has nothing to do with the alcohol I consumed. Despite me telling him otherwise, I’ve never done it before.
I also don’t want my first sexual experience to take place because of a dare. I might not have the greatest self-esteem, but I deserve more than that.
“I…uh…”
Phoenix starts laughing like I just said something hilarious. “You should see your face right now. I’m just fucking with you.” He starts the engine. “Let’s grab some food and head back to Storm’s.”
I have an out. I should take it.
A weird twinge of disappointment hits me square in the chest. If this was any other guy, I’d be relieved…but it’s not.
It’s Phoenix.
And dare or no dare…this might be my only chance to be that girl.
The one who gets the guy.
Even though it’s just for tonight.
I place my hand on top of his when he shifts into reverse. “I can’t do it while you’re driving.”
I mean, I could, but that’s not very safe.
He cuts a look my way. “Very funny, Groupie.”
Liquid courage makes me bolder than I ever thought I could be. “Unlike you, I’m not joking.”
Shifting the car back into park now, he studies my face.
All I can hear is the rapid thud of my heart, for one…
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five seconds…
And then he moves his seat back.
“If you want it…” He looks at me through lowered lids. “Then take it.”
Nerves flutter like a swarm of unruly bees in my belly because I feel like I’ve just bitten off way more than I can chew. Which is saying something considering my bingeing habits.
I’ve watched porn—and practiced with a cucumber once due to sheer curiosity—so I’m familiar with the basic concept of what I’ll need to do.
However, I have no idea how to start. Something Phoenix is now catching on to.
The corner of his mouth quirks up slightly, almost like he can sense my anxiety and finds it comical. “Nervous?”
Petrified. But I force myself to push that down because I will not let my fear get in the way of something I’ve been fantasizing about for years.
“No.”
I can feel him sizing me up before he rasps, “Then come here.”
My pulse thrums in my ears as I inch as close as I can without sitting on his lap. I want to kiss him, but the last time that happened he freaked out, so maybe it’s best we avoid doing that again.
I pluck his shirt. “Take this off.” When he raises a brow in question, I deliver the very same words he said when he wanted me to sing my song for him. “I want the full experience.”
Reaching behind him, he grabs hold of his shirt and tugs it over his head in one swift motion.
My eyes immediately go to the large black music clef directly over his heart. A set of five horizontal lines—otherwise known as the staff—are next to it. However, there are no notes. It’s completely blank.