Page 32 of Hard Rock Fling

Ian had been messaging me constantly since that night of the party, after we'd exchanged cell phone numbers.

"In case I need to get in contact with you for work. Or whatever." His eyes had been full of mischief.

Thator whateverturned out to be the most explicit dirty talk I'd ever experienced, through text or in person.

I should have known he wouldn't be satisfied with fucking me into exhaustion. He had to continue teasing me about it, too. I wondered when he would give it up.

Or whether I wanted him to.

"Someone sure has a filthy mouth." Faith raised an eyebrow. I hadn't been fast enough to hide the screen.

Despite the late hour she was impeccably dressed, still wearing the slim cocktail dress she'd left the house in. I was sitting on the sofa in the living room with fuzzy pajama bottoms and a tank top, my hair in a messy ponytail. Not for the first time, a pang of envy went through me. She looked as good at midnight as she had when she left for work at six o'clock that morning.

"I didn't write the texts," I muttered.

Her eyes lit up as she removed pieces of jewelry one by one. "You got a boyfriend?"

"No."

"A boy toy?" she amended.

"No!"

"You hook up with someone?"

I ducked my head.

"Tell. Me. Everything." She kicked off her high heeled pumps with a contented groan. "Was it good? Was he hot?" She shook her head as I stammered. "Never mind, I know you're too shy to share the details."

I wasn't shy, exactly. If it had been a regular guy I would have dished everything. But Ian was a rock star. A playboy. He was known for breaking hearts. Faith knew as well as I did what guys were like. She knew how devastated I'd been the last time I'd fallen for some guy's lies. If I told her about Ian, she would only worry.

Then again, what Ian and I had was a one time thing. Everyone knew The Twins were the love 'em and leave 'em type. I was in no danger of getting attached, and therefore in no danger of getting hurt.

I couldn't take anymore of that.

But I knew there was no reason to worry. Ian would no doubt move on to the next girl within days.

Although from his text messages, he still enjoyed toying with me.

I re-read Ian's messages as Faith changed into her own pajamas.

So exactly howmany times have you touched yourself thinking of that night?

I bet you'll never forget the feeling of my cock sliding inside you.

I loved how ready you were for me. How wet you were.

You made the most delicious sounds when I fucked you.

I should have made you wrap those pretty lips around my cock.

Ilet out a shaky breath, trying to calm my rapid heartbeat.

Faith came back minutes later. I quickly hid my phone again as she flopped on the sofa next to me. She grabbed for the remote, flipping through channels. I bit my lip, debating.

"If I tell you something, do you promise not to freak out?"

She bolted upright and tucked her legs underneath her. "I knew it! You banged some guy at that party, didn't you?" Her expression turned concerned. "It wasn't one of those rock stars you're working with, was it?"