Free Sexy Lies and Rock & Roll by Sawyer Bennett Page B

says, and I jolt out of my memories. “Then I’ll come back here and get to work.”
    “Sounds good,” I say as I stretch my arms upward and roll my head to loosen out some minor kinks. That couch wasn’t all that comfortable.
    My gaze slides to Emma and she’s blatantly staring at me.
    Well, at my naked chest.
    She just stares, transfixed, and my dick gets infinitely harder. Lowering my arms, I rub a hand across my chest as if I’m just casually scratching it and watch as her eyes follow along. Just to see what she’ll do, I give a little tug on the silver ring through my right nipple.
    Emma’s entire body literally jolts and her eyes snap to mine, filled with complete mortification. Her cheeks are bright red and she starts to stammer, “Um… um… um…”
    I grin at her, release the nipple ring, and stand up from the couch, letting the blanket slide to the floor.
    “Like what you see?” I ask her in a husky voice, seeing if I can get her riled up like I did in the police station.
    Her face lowers in embarrassment, but I know the minute she locks eyes on my erection because her eyes fly back up to mine, cheeks the color of a fire engine.
    “Sorry about that,” I say with a grin and a nod downward. “He’s frisky in the morning.”
    “Oh, God,” Emma mutters and spins away from me, leaving her freshly brewed cup of coffee on the counter. “I need to get Sirius and take him for a walk.”
    She practically runs to the bedroom and slams the door shut.
    Grinning, I decide to go ahead and knock out a quick shower. I get rid of my hard-on the old-fashioned way—with a lot of soap, a quick hand, and a few lewd thoughts of getting Emma out of those pressed Bermuda shorts at some point in the very near future.
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    It’s almost midnight by the time we all climb—rather noisily—onto my bus. I immediately see the shut bedroom door with no light shining through the slight gap at the bottom.
    “Dude… tell me you have beer,” Cap slurs as he stumbles in behind me, then pushes past me to the fridge. He’s my drummer for this tour and looks like a slightly younger version of Tommy Lee.
    “Shhh,” I say way too loudly as I weave back and forth. “We don’t want to wake Emma.”
    At least I think that’s what I said. My words are slurred too.
    “Yes, we do,” Jimmy yells as he barrels up the steps. He’s the bass player. He’s twenty-one, but looks like he’s about thirteen. I bet he has a hard time getting laid. “It’s our last night to party before we officially start this tour tomorrow.”
    I wince because there’s no way Emma just slept through that.
    “Yeah, Emma,” Cap calls out toward the back bedroom. “Come out and play with us.”
    I stare hopefully at her door, because while I’m feeling guilty we’re being loud asses when she’s trying to sleep, I would like to see her. She’s had her nose pressed up against the laptop all day, working right up until dinnertime. I invited her to go out with us, but she primly declined.
    So primly I wanted to pull her away from that computer and kiss her so hard that her “mom clothes” would magically fall off or something. I mean, seriously… the woman has to only be twenty-five or so. She needs to update that wardrobe.
    But she was firm she wanted to continue working, and that she’d make a sandwich later.
    That was several hours ago, and many beers had been drunk by me and my musicians tonight after dinner. We barhopped for a while and then decided to come back here to continue the party. Well, I think everyone was about ready to call it a night, but I foolishly invited everyone onto my bus, thinking perhaps I’d get Emma to come out and hang with us.
    A crashing sound behind me has me wheeling around, almost falling over, but I catch myself by throwing a hand out to the back of one of the swivel chairs. I see Dilana careening off the driver’s seat before she rights herself. She’s got a bottle of tequila in her hand and her red