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balls in one hand while
his other played at the seam of his ass. Erik moaned. God, how he would love to
have someone to fuck. His hole was probably as tight as a virgin’s; it’d been
so long since he’d had anything in it.
    Jeremy
slid his mouth up the length of Erik’s erection, using just enough teeth to
cause friction. When he got to the head, he sucked hard before licking his way
down to the unruly pubic hair at the base. Erik didn’t bother grooming since he
didn’t have a partner. If Jeremy minded, he didn’t let on. When Erik felt his
balls tightening, he grabbed the other man’s hair and started pumping hard into
his mouth. Jeremy didn’t protest. He opened wider and took the face fucking.
Erik gripped his hair harder and moaned, “Oh, fuck.” That was all the warning
he gave Jeremy as he shot his load into the man’s throat. When the last
aftershock subsided, he released Jeremy’s hair and tucked his dick back in.
    Jeremy
stood and leaned in close, nuzzling his neck. Erik wasn’t in the mood for
anything more. He got what he came for. He placed his hands on Jeremy’s chest
and pushed him back. “Thanks,” was all he told the man before making his way to
the front door. If Jeremy followed him, he wasn’t aware. He knew he was acting
like a bastard, but he had to get away from the club before he threw up. Using
people was not in Erik’s nature, and he was ashamed of what just happened.
    As
he reached his car, he waited to see if the nausea would subside. When he felt
like he would be okay, Erik pressed the key fob unlocking the door. Before he
could get seated, a voice yelled, “Erik!”
    No!
No fucking way would he talk to that bastard now. Erik slammed the door and
sped out of the parking lot.  
     

Chapter Five
     
    The
next week was marginally less stressful, only because the formula and advice
Erik had given Tag seemed to be working. Delilah was not as fussy and was
sleeping a few hours during the night. After the fight he and Cade had at the
restaurant, Cade left him alone for the most part. His mood was darker, but Tag
could live with that. It matched his own mood.
    Echo
informed them they had two weeks to get back on the road before the lawyers
would have to get involved. All of their postponed shows had now been
rescheduled. Pauly and Sloane flew in from L.A. so they could get some
rehearsal time in.  Tag still had to figure out what to do with Delilah. She
might be doing better, but he still had no idea how to go on the road and take
care of her, too.
    Against
his better judgement, he decided to call on the one person who would probably
slam the door in his face. He called the doctor’s office number and asked to
speak to Erik. The receptionist told him he was in with a patient and asked if
it was a medical emergency. When he told her it wasn’t, she said she’d have him
return the call.
    Tag
and the others rehearsed in his studio all day. All day he checked his cell
phone for missed calls or at the least, missed texts. It wasn’t until after the
band had broken for supper that his phone rang. Not bothering to excuse
himself, he left the others at the table and walked out the patio door onto the
deck for some privacy.
    “Hello?”
he quickly said after the fourth ring, praying Erik wouldn’t hang up.
    “I
got your message. My receptionist said it wasn’t an emergency, so why are you
calling?” Erik asked, his tone frustrated.
    “I
need to talk to you about Delilah.”
    “I
thought this wasn’t an emergency, Lee.”
    Lee.
He still called him Lee. To Erik, he wasn’t Taggart Lee, rock star. He was Lee
Holloway, Delilah’s uncle. “It’s not medical. I need to talk to you about
getting someone to help me take care of her. Can I see you? Please?” He didn’t
need to talk to Erik in person, but damn if he wasn’t jonesing for a taste of
the doctor. He’d spent the last week jerking off at least twice a day to the
memory of his mouth, his tongue, his hard cock pressed