Page 53 of Revelry

“No, I’m laughing at the field day the press are going to have with this tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Never mind. So you know by taking me to this party you’re going to need to stick close by. I mean, I may go supercharged fangirl over Josh’s arse. You may need to restrain me.”

“So you’re saying you want me to tie you down?”

“No, I’m saying don’t run off with some bimbo groupie and leave me all alone.”

“You’ll be fine. Just be yourself.”

“Like you’ll be yourself?” I ask. Levi grins, but I see behind that smile. “I’ve seen you when you’re not ‘on’. You’re still Levi Quinn, but there’s actually some emotion under all that cocky pretence.”

“Cocky being the operative word.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Hide behind big dick jokes?”

He shrugs. “I have a big dick. I’m not hiding behind anything.”

“Except your gigantic cock.” I roll my eyes at his overexcited expression. Jesus.Like a dog with a bone.“I mean, I’m sure it’s lovely, but there’s more to you than that. You don’t write songs like ‘Bared and Bleeding’ without having something on the inside.”

His mouth tips up in a lecherous grin. “I do. A lot of come.”

“Oh my god, you’re an animal.”

“What the hell do you want me to say, Red? Do I want a woman to call mine? Maybe someday. Right now I’m just happy banging a chick in every city.”

“Right. And when you’re old and your balls are down around your ankles, and your big gigantic cock is all shrivelled and wrinkly, and you can’t sustain an erection without the help of a little blue pill, what then?”

“I’ll die young—a fiery plane crash, or the victim of a nympho jealous groupie who cuts off my junk and stores it in a jar.”

I stare at him quizzically, and then attempt to erase that creeptastic thought from my mind by asking, “And if you don’t?”

“Jesus Christ, woman, can’t you ever just accept anything at face value?”

I shake my head. “Not really, no.”

His expression turns serious as he studies me. “That’s what he sees in you.”

“What?” I ask.

“Coop. He loves a challenge.”

“I think he likes the fact that I remind him of his ex,” I say bitterly.An ex he’s still very much hung up on.

“Maybe. He’s caught up in this fucked up love-hate relationship with that bitch, but I think he’s pretty caught up in you too.”

“He called me Holly,” I say.

“Ah shit,” Levi says. “When?”

“Tonight. He was drunk, he kissed me, called me Holly and I ran.”

Levi whistles. “Jesus Christ, is he gonna be sore over that in the morning.”