“Yeah.” His eyes flick to the clock. “I need to get home anyway.”
“Home to the wifey,” Tom says, grinning. “I was gonna suggest we all go out for a beer.”
“No can do.” Smith unplugs his guitar from the amp and puts it in its stand. “My folks are down from Tennessee for a few days, and we’re taking them out for dinner.”
Tom shrugs, then turns to me and Denny. “What about you two fuckers? You up for a drink?”
“Sure,” I say with a nod. “Just let me call Tru.” I pull my cell out of my back pocket.
“Are you calling for permission? You do realize that you are officially more pussy whipped than lover boy over there.” He nods in Denny’s direction.
“Yeah, but Simone is in London, so he’s not hard to beat. And no, I’m not calling for permission, fuck-wad. It’s called being in a relationship.”
“I never thought I would see the day that Jake Wethers would be bending over for a woman.” Tom grins, putting his bass in its case.
“Love, man. It’ll get you one day,” Smith says.
“Not fuckin’ likely!”
“Smith,” Denny says, “aside from the fact there is no woman stupid enough to want to settle down with Tom, do you really think we’ll ever see the day he’ll be satisfied with sticking his dick in one chick for the rest of his life?”
“Point taken.” Smith grins in Tom’s direction. “I take it back.”
“Damn fuckin’ right! There’s more than enough of the cat to go around. Why deny all of those women the pleasure of Tom? I’m generous to a fault, and I share myself around accordingly. And since the snake took himself off the market, the demand on my cock has doubled. Someone’s gotta keep all the chicks happy now that he’s a one-woman man.” He grabs his crotch, grinning.
I let out a laugh. “You’re more than welcome to them, man.”
Tom pauses and looks at me like I’m some fucking puzzle he can’t work out. “Seriously, dude. Tru must be an awesome lay to keep your interest for this long. That or the rack. It’s the rack, isn’t it? It’s gotta be the rack.” He puts his hands to his chest, sizing out a pair of tits. “I’ve never seen a pair that big that are actually real. They would seriously keep my attention for a long time. Not as long as you, but fuck…do you just sit and stare at them all day? I seriously would.”
“You’re obsessed with tits!” Denny laughs, tapping his drum with the stick.
“I appreciate great tits, and Tru has great tits. I’m also enjoying winding up pussy fucker over there.”
I’m taking it he’s referring to the scowl on my face. I give him a look and reach over to switch off the amps. “Keep talking about my girl’s rack like that, and you’ll need an expensive fuckin’ dental surgeon after I’ve knocked all your teeth out.”
The motherfucker winds me up to no end when he talks about Tru like that. He’s right—she has got great tits—but I don’t want him going on about them. He is the only one I would let get away with comments like that for this long. I’d have knocked anyone else out by now.
“Don’t get your panties all in a twist, I’m just yanking your chain.” Tom pats me on the shoulder. “Den, you up for that beer?”
“Got nothing better to do.” He climbs out from behind his kit.
“I’m out of here. Catch you fuckers later,” Smith says, heading for the door. “Oh, Jake,” he adds, turning back, “my old lady asked if you and Tru want to go out for dinner after my folks leave on Friday.”
“Sounds good. I’ll check with Tru and let you know.”
“Cool, I’m outta here. Catch you all tomorrow.”
I’m real glad Smith’s wife suggested a night out. I know Tru is missing Simone, and I know she’d never say it, but she’s lonely for female company. I think she’d get on real well with Carly; she’s a cool chick.
“I’m gonna call Tru. I’ll meet you two idiots in the car in a few.”
I head out of the studio, walking toward my office, calling Tru as I go.
“Hey, baby,” she coos down the phone.
God, she sounds so fucking sexy. I love her voice. Especially when it’s screaming out my name while I’m inside her.
“Hey, beautiful. Before I forget, Smith’s wife invited us out for dinner on Friday. You up for that?”
“Sounds like fun. I’m in. So when are you coming home?” She turns the sexy voice on, and I feel it all the way down to my cock. “I bought this tub of cookies-and-cream ice cream earlier, and I was thinking when you get home, we can take it to bed, and you could maybe…eat it off me. You can blindfold me again too, if you want.”
If I want. Is she serious? Right now, I want nothing more.
I groan in my pants. Walking into my office, I close the door behind me and readjust my cock. “Fuck, baby, you’ve made me hard.”
“That was kinda the point.” I can practically hear her salacious smile.
“Good job I’m alone, then.”
“That as well,” she says, giggling. “So how long will you be?”
Staring down at my hard-on, I’m torn between that and going out with the boys. I blow out a breath, letting my head fall back against the door, knowing Tom will never let me live it down if I blow them off to go home to my girl. “That’s why I was calling. I just said I’d go out with the boys for a beer.”
“Oh.”
I hear her disappointed tone loud and clear. It cuts me.
“If I don’t go, I’ll never hear the end of it from Tom,” I explain.
“It’s okay, baby, I understand. You should go out with the boys. I take up too much of your time as it is. I’m just disappointed I have to wait a little longer to see you is all.”
“I want you to take up all my time.”
I hear her breathing down the line. “Me too. Now go have fun with the guys. I’ll be here waiting for when you get back.”
“With the tub of ice cream?”
“Most definitely.”
I smile. “What will you do while I’m out?” I hate to think of her there, all alone.
“I might call Stuart, see if he’s free to watch a movie.”
“Call? He lives a fucking stone’s throw from us, lazy-ass.”