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and seductive. The fact she’d been sleeping made it sound even hotter.
    “I’m fine ,” I replied.
    “You don’t look fine. Do you want some water or something?”
    I heard the water turn on and then I felt something cold in my palm. Opening my eyes, I looked down to see that she’d placed a cold cloth in my hand. When I looked up at her as she was straightening, my eyes landed on her necklace. A man’s wedding ring dangled on the end and I wondered why she had it. But the ring was forgotten when the swell of her breasts came to my eye level. They were large yet perky. They hid behind her white wife-beater that was too thin and left nothing to the imagination.
    She wasn’t wearing a bra and her perfectly pink nipples stood on end in the cool air of the bathroom. I turned away before she could see me staring or before I could bring attention to hard-on pressing against my boxers.
    “Thanks,” I whispered as I held up the cloth and covered my face with it.
    I was starting to feel sick again and her being close to me half naked wasn’t helping.
    “I think I got it from here. Go.” I hadn’t meant to sound so rude, but I wanted her gone. She didn’t need to see me all sick and gross, and just being close to her in the tiny bathroom was too much for me.
    She didn’t respond, but she left the room. I felt it the minute she left. The door clicked behind her and I heard her bed shift when she climbed back in. I fell asleep on the bathroom floor again, and no one came in and bothered me until morning.
     
     
    The next morning we were in New York, which meant we’d be staying in a hotel room for the next two days. Once everyone was up and showered, we went to the venue where we’d be playing. We didn’t usually go that early, but Finn wanted to play an entire set with Constance to make sure she was good to go.
    She blended well with our sound, and her personality on stage even matched Zeke’s. She didn’t smile—she stood there like a force to be reckoned with as hard licks and grinds spiraled from her guitar.
    I watched her more than I should have. The memory of the night before and her in that thin shirt and hard nipples played in my mind over and over again.
    She rocked out with a pair of long shorts, army boots, and a cut -off shirt that showed off her flat stomach. Every now and again, the lights would hit her belly button and the ring in it would sparkle. Chains hung from her back pocket and shook as she played. No pretty purses for Constance; she was a wallet girl. She was a sexy rocker tomboy combo that was right in my wheelhouse.
    Her long pink -and-blond hair was done in multiple thick braids that kept it from her eyes, allowing me to get a good look at her face. She was beautiful and unique—everything I’d go for if relationships were my thing.
    “The way you finger that guitar is hot, Constance. I’d love to see you in some masturbatory action ,” Chet said as he mocked her playing and made orgasm noises. “Ah. Ah. Oh yeah.”
    Finn smacked him in the chest , making him flinch. “Would you talk to Zeke like that?” he asked.
    “Fuck no, man, but Zeke’s not rocking that sexy body or those luscious…” he said as he held his hands out in front of his chest like he was groping imaginary breasts.
    Again, Finn smacked him in the chest to stop him.
    “Damn, dude. That shit hurt!” Chet complained.
    “From now on, Constance is Zeke. When you look at her, think of Zeke and what he’d do to you if you talked to him like that,” Finn said with a grin at Constance.
    She smiled back and her eyes lit up. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t picture her as Zeke. Not to mention, my cock had already made his decision on how we felt about the new guitarist.
    Four hours of playing and we finally took a break to go grab something to eat. After finding a place for lunch, we spent the first hour signing autographs before we were able to sit and eat. We ended up in the back room of a chicken joint,