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me. She brushed her shiny, pitch-black hair behind her shoulder as each side of my mouth slowly turned up. “What’s your name?”
    “Sunshine,” she said in a breathy voice.
    I laughed and twisted the ends of her silky hair around my fingertip. “You do realize what you’re doing, right?”
    One of her eyes narrowed in a confused glare and she nodded. “Uh, yeah. I know exactly what I’m doing.” A loud breath escaped her and she placed her hand on my jaw, her fingers trembling. “Once in a lifetime opportunity.”
    Before I could stop it, an agitated groan flew up my throat. I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so she could see how this was going to play out.
    The other guys were in different parts of the room, and most of the girls were already on their knees with dicks shoved in their mouths, with the exception of Stone, who already had the girl naked and straddling him, furiously bouncing up and down. That fucker didn’t usually waste time.
    “This is in no way intimate,” I whispered, as my hand trailed down the side of her neck and found its way under the collar of her shirt.
    She turned back to face me and shrugged. “And I don’t care. A girl’s allowed to make a stupid decision once in her life, right? And if I’m going to have a one-night stand, it’s gonna count.”
    I pulled my bottom lip underneath my teeth and let my eyes roll over her body. Inching my face toward hers, I growled, “So, what you’re telling me is that letting me fuck you is a stupid decision?”
    Her heavily lined eyes popped open and she took a sharp intake of air, swallowing and, I’m certain, trying to decide how to make that comment seem less condescending. I loved making them nervous. It was a game, and I loved playing games with beautiful women.
    “Fucking a rock star is a bad decision?” I asked again, this time slipping my hand underneath her short skirt and palming her pussy. Her panties were already soaking wet just from being that damn close to me. Fame was pretty much foreplay.
    “It doesn’t seem like your body thinks it’s that bad of decision, in fact…seems like it’s a fucking great decision, seeing as how you’re dripping fucking wet.” I leaned in by her ear and whispered, “You gonna touch me, or what?”
    Her fingers quickly found their way to my jeans, nervously fumbling with the fly. She closed her eyes and inched her way toward my lips, but I dodged her.
    “I don’t kiss fans.” I stopped, realizing I had made out with several girls on stage not even an hour before. Clearing my throat, I corrected that statement as her fingers wrapped around my hard dick. “I either fuck fans, or kiss fans. I don’t do both.”
    “Hey, man. Catch!” Jag got my attention and tossed a pillow at me. “Got these made the other day just for such an occasion.”
    I picked up the pillow and looked at it. It had our band logo on it, and underneath the logo it read: Suck a cock, save some knees.
    “How thoughtful.” I dropped the pillow to the floor, certain that maybe that would be what pissed her off enough to make her storm out of the room calling me a dick. “Feel free to use that service pillow right there, sweetheart. It takes a lot of work to get me off.”
    She didn’t even care. Without warning she dropped to her knees, running her tongue up my shaft. Cupping my balls, she forced as much of me as she could in her warm, wet mouth. I leaned against the cold wall and fisted her hair, guiding her mouth over me the way I liked it.
    I tried to keep sex as primitive and emotionless as possible. I didn’t need intimacy. I just needed the pleasure, the satisfaction of getting off. All I wanted was the feeling of being a man, of having a woman depend on me to fulfill the most basic need there was. Who the fuck needs love? That shit was too complicated.

Chapter 7
    We’d been on Interstate 10 for hours. Everything looked the same: deserted, flat, and hot. Road trips lost their luster after the