Free High Strung (Power Station Book 1) by T Gephart Page A

attached profile photo. It wasn’t a typical smiling profile however, oh no. It was of his naked torso, a display of colorful flesh that started from the bottom of his neck and stopped just before it became X-rated. It was the ultimate tease pic: no face, just sculptured, masculine skin. It was raw and unfiltered, just like him. I couldn’t stop staring at it; it was possibly the most erotic image I’d even seen. My finger lingered over the glass as I enlarged the image to fill the screen, prompting an unfamiliar tug in my core. I hated him, there is no way I would be calling him and yet I couldn’t bring myself to delete it. He was trouble. He was everything I had spent my life trying to avoid – reckless, dangerous and a guaranteed broken heart. He wasn’t what I needed and yet I couldn’t stop wanting him, even though I needed to. A part of me wished I could recall the details of the night and I wondered if it had been good; the fact he was still here in the morning had to mean it, or I wasn’t totally bad. Damn him! I wasn’t going to allow myself to be dragged down that path. I needed distance, a very cold shower and the biggest cup of coffee I could find, and then I would do whatever it took to exorcise Dan Evans from my body and my mind.

“She threw your ass out, huh?” Troy’s smug fucking face beamed at me as he slid into the booth and sat opposite. “I tried to tell you last night it was a bad idea dude, and here you are sitting at a Starbucks looking like a douche.”
    I didn’t have much choice when I left Ashlyn’s apartment, shit had definitely not gone to plan. I was hoping after working over that tight little body of hers with a session of morning sex, we hit up an IHOP and maybe head back to her piece-of-shit apartment and have a go at round two. Fuck knows I had been packing the biggest set of blue balls all night while I slept beside her, the only hands around my cock being my own. Each time she moaned in her sleep I had to fight the urge not to jack off. ’Cause that would be creepy, right? Does it count as creepy if I jacked off and she didn’t know? Fuck there were too many rules for this shit. This broad was messing with my head.
    Knowing I was probably going to end up loaded last night, I hadn’t driven to the club. Troy, Jase and I had requested our regular driver, TJ, to chauffeur.
    TJ had been our wheelman for years. Nothing fazed him; he had seen it all, especially in the early days. Back then, all the boys partook in the spoils, even James after Hannah dumped his ass. Of course, it lasted about five seconds before he went crawling back to her like a pussy and handed her his balls. They had been together forever but got into a few fights early in the piece, the label putting pressure on James to be the single front man to earn us more pussy points with the fans. Had to hand it to her, she wasn’t with him for the fame or the money and she would have kept walking if he hadn’t fucking begged her for another chance. James wasn’t into the lifestyle; he just wanted to sing with his band and have a regular girl to come home to. We all knew they’d end up doing the walk down the aisle.
    Alex Stone was another fucking story. That good-looking motherfucker had girls creaming their pants with his iceman routine. He didn’t even try. He was the one I least expected to take a knee. Enter Lexi-Knockout-Reed, a feisty brunette from the Land Down Under. Done deal. And then there were three…Jase, Troy and me.
    “Don’t even start with me, asswhipe. If I’d known you were going to be such a whiny bitch I would have called a cab.” I took another swallow of whatever it was the blonde behind the counter had recommended. Even coffee wasn’t simple these days, though I had to admit, whatever it was in the cup was surprisingly delicious.
    Troy shook his head. “I’m not a whiny bitch, and you know I’ll come pick your ass up from wherever you call me from. You would do the same for me.