Free Saving Abel (Rocker Series) by Gina Whitney

“I called Bobby, got us a booth.” He laid his accent on a little thicker than usual—which meant one of two things: either he was extremely comfortable and relaxed, or he was showing off his pussy-tease cadence. I wasn’t digging option two.
    “I’m up for any place but here,” I said, meeting Gia’s gaze. Immediately, she lowered her eyes to the floor. Good girl. At least she knew her place. And that pleased me more than it should, making me smile
    Cindy stepped forward, putting herself between me and the bar. Looking up through her thick lashes, she asked, “Wanna do shots with us? I’m in need of some liquor, and the faster the better.” She smiled up at me, then turned towards the rest of the gang.
    “I’m up for shots, darlin’. Name it.” I motioned for the bartender to take our order. He was busy eye-fucking Gia. I slammed my fist down hard on the portable wood bar, nearly splitting it in two.
    “Fucker, I’m talking to you!” I yowled, glaring at him. He knew he’d been caught ogling Gia. He hustled his lanky ass over and asked what we wanted to drink.
    “Five shots of Jamo,” Cindy replied, smiling brightly.
    Gia rolled her gorgeous eyes. I hung back a bit to get a better look at the non-verbal dialog between the two girls. Both of them were very obvious in their body language. I read women perfectly. It was clear to me that there was a story behind Cindy’s grin and Gia’s leer. There was a battle waging—but which of them would win was the question. My money was on Gia. She didn’t look like the type of chick to run from a challenge. Her eyes told me more than her voice ever would.
    Ender stepped up to help pass out the shots. Shaking his head, Dave looked at me, then at Gia. He knew me well enough to know something was going on—even if that something wasn’t ever going to amount to anything. Thick stratus clouds of sexual tension hung thickly between us. Interesting.
    “Here’s to?” Ender began to say.
    “I got this, E,” Gia piped up, saluting us. “Here’s to good friends in hard times, and hard friends in good times.”
    “Hear hear!” Cindy cheered on with a fist pump. We all shot down the fiery whisky. The burn was long and steady. My eyes were closed, savoring the sensation. I took a moment to reflect on her toast. While it was sassy and cute, I didn’t like the fact that Gia had called Ender “E.” The fuck I did.
    “Woody and Jake still doing press?” I asked Ender. He looked towards the back of the tent before responding. We always flipped a coin to decide whose sorry ass got to suck ass with the press. The last two times, I was the one the duty fell on—and both times I nearly bit the reporter’s head off. Those scumbags always claimed it’s “off the record.” Nothing was off the record with them —ever .
    Dave asked the lanky barman for three beers. Instinctively I turned, looking for Woody and Jake. Sure enough, they were walking over—and they looked none too happy. That made me grin.
    “I don’t know about you, but after seeing those Ciroc girls, I’m really chubbed up,” Woody said, grabbing his dick and laughing. But when Cindy stepped out from behind Ender, his face turned a bright shade of red.
    “What’s chubbed up?” Cindy asked, addressing no one in particular. We all had a good laugh. Her flushed cheeks matched Woody’s. Then she decided it was time to go the ladies room to relieve herself, which made us laugh even harder.
    “We’re all going in the limo. No separate car shit, boys.” Dave announced sternly. Sometimes we split up. We all had custom, chromed-out bikes and cars. We loved to ride hard. We were all testosterone-rich come-filled speed-junkies. Road rash was a battle scar we wore proudly. Even in that we were competitive.
    Dave made two phone calls, first to security and then to the limo driver. Security swiftly ushered us through throngs of screaming fans inching close enough to grab at us. Be it your hair, an arm,