“What the fuck—” I start to grunt, but a rush of nausea knots my stomach.
And then I puke…
All over the chick giving me a blow job.
Jesus Christ.
Reaching over, Josh slaps my back. “Enjoy the ride, kid.”
I want to yell at him, but the euphoric feeling pumping through my veins can only be compared to the kind I feel whenever I’m on stage.
Another surge of pure bliss hits me, and I feel like I’m in my own little world where nothing and no one can ruin this peaceful feeling.
Not even Skylar’s loud sobbing on the other side of the door.
“Good, right?” Josh says as he undoes his zipper, and the girl in front of him falls to her knees.
I close my eyes, getting lost in the sensation as I turn Skylar’s knocking into a melodic beat in my head.
“Goddammit,” Josh roars. “Suck it harder.”
“I’m trying,” she whines.
“You’re not trying if you’re talking.” A moment later, I hear a loud huff. “You’re hot, but I can suck dick better than you. Get the fuck out, you worthless piece of shit.”
“Be easy, asswipe,” I bark.
For fuck’s sake, the chick is in here to get him off.
A new set of sniffles assaults my ears because Josh has managed to make two girls cry now.
“It’s not my fault,” he argues. “This bitch can’t get me hard.”
It’s not her fault, either.
I start to look down but think the better of it because although I give the girl blowing me an A for effort, the visual is something that will ruin my hard-on real fast. “Well, I don’t have that problem, asshole. Shut the fuck up so I can finish.”
He does me a solid and fifteen minutes later I’m busting a nut that leaves me satisfied.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” I jut my chin in the direction of the adjoining bathroom. “Shower’s in there.”
My blonde and Josh’s blubbering redhead make a beeline for it.
I’m whipping off my shirt because there’s some puke on it…when the door opens and an irate Skylar barrels in with a screwdriver in her hand.
Wonder where she got one of those?
Dropping the tool, she pounds her fists into his chest. “I fucking hate you.”
“Relax,” he soothes, trying to pull her into a hug. “Nothing happened.” He looks at me. “Tell her, Phoenix.”
I ain’t saying shit. This is his tornado to deal with.
“You know how much I love you,” he continues, but Skylar isn’t having it because she shoves him.
He’s so high he nearly falls and busts his ass.
“It’s over.”
He starts to chase after her, but she screams, “Do not fucking follow me. I’m done.”
He rolls his eyes as she storms out of the room. “She knows damn well we’re not over.”
Despite being pretty convincing about it this time, he’s probably right.
Skylar has a bleeding heart…one that continuously bleeds out because of him.
Unbothered by his relationship going up in flames, Josh looks at me and grins. “What do you say we go on a little adventure?”
“What kind of adventure?”
Because with Josh you never know.
“The kind that involves us getting the fuck out of here.”
Yeah, he’s high as a kite. Not only will our security team be looking for us after we leave, hiking on the beach in the middle of the night isn’t my idea of a good time.
“I’m not in the mood to go walking—”
“Who said anything about walking?” He dangles a pair of keys in front of my face. “I stole the keys to Chandler’s Stang earlier. Let’s take it out for a spin.”
He must sense I’m about to turn him down because he taunts, “Come on. Don’t be a pussy.”
Once this numbnut sets his sights on something, it’s a wrap. The only thing you can do is supervise the fucker, so he doesn’t cause too much destruction.
Dodging people left and right, we make our way outside, heading for our manager’s red mustang.
He tosses the keys to me. “I’ll let you do the honors.”
Opening the driver’s side door, I climb inside. “We’re only dipping out for a few minutes.”
The moment I start the car “…Baby One More Time” by Britney Spears blasts through the speakers.
Josh and I exchange a glance…and then we burst into laughter.
“Holy fucking shit,” Josh says between fits of chuckles.