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.As long as it’s a female it’s totally fine.“Patrick, Corey Patrick and Deborah Meyer.We’d make quite the couple, I think.Don’t you?”“Maybe, we’ll see as time goes on.” She patted me on the back and pulled away.“You wanna go join everyone else in the other room?”“No.” I yanked her in again by the waist, my hands firmly planted on her buttocks.Her breath tickled my nose and I went for it, pressing my lips on top of hers.God, the energy that went through me just from the kiss! Who knows what might happen when we finally make love, I might damn near implode.“Mmmph…” She sank into my embrace and rested her arms on my shoulders.Our tongues fighting for the position inside her mouth for a minute before we broke the lip lock, staring at one another starry eyed.“Damn Corey.”“Yeah, damn is right, Miss Deborah.Will ya stay with me tonight?” I knew what she just said, but I had to go in for the kill.“Um, no, not tonight but I’ll give you my number, how’s that?”“M'kay, you like playin’ hard to get.Don’t leave yet though.Have a few drinks with me.” I gave her my phone so she could punch in her digits.She nodded sweetly and put her number in.“I guess I can do that much.A man who kisses like you might be worthy of my company,” she winked.“Wow, you’re quietly cocky, I like that.” And I did.I looked at the numbers and saved her name in.As soon as I did, I called it, and her phone rang.She lifted it from her jean jacket pocket.“Well thank you.”“Anytime you need tickets to get in a show or an interview, babe, use that number.” I meant every word of it.Deborah was no girl I only wanted to fuck.I could see myself being in a relationship with this woman, snuggling up to her at night, and telling her all my problems.She might even put up with the fact I like men but perhaps I might not need a man after having something solid with a woman like her.Yeah, I was already creating scenarios in my head of a happy life with Miss Deborah Meyers, and unlike other times, this shit didn’t freak me out not one bit.Why? Because I did say at the outset I wanted a steady lay of my own.The woman that might make me forget about being pansexual was standing right in front of me.No way was I going to miss out on this opportunity.“That’s real nice of you, Corey,” she nodded and folder her arms over her chest.Instead of saying anything in response, I uncrossed her arms and pulled her into me again.I removed the hat and pressed my mouth against her forehead, enjoying the feel of her skin under my lips.I raked the long strands of braids with my fingernails while my other hand ran across the small of her back.“I don’t think all metal guys are as cuddly and lovey as you are, Corey.That’s a given.”“Mhmm.You ain’t never met one like me, Miss Deborah.That I can guarantee.”Just as I melded into her embrace, the door opened and Allen’s voice brought me out of my lust filled haze.“Aw shit, son! Gettin’ it on with the journalist? Well hell, way to go, Corey! But we got some ladies here who wanna see ya.” Allen clasped my back and pulled me away from Deborah.“And who would that be?” I held onto Deborah’s hand even though she’d taken her hat and tried to inch away.“Dude, that hot and sexy blond who was entertainin’ ya earlier? The hot bitch has a twin.Her and her sister wanna have a word with ya.” Allen nodded and turned up the bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand.Frowning at him for disturbing my sweet moment, I clicked my teeth.“Naw man, not int…”“It’s okay, Corey.I have to interview Wayne from Omerta anyway.I’ll try to meet with you in a while.Go have fun.” She pulled away and then kissed me on the cheek.“If I don’t see you, thanks for the interview and we’ll talk soon.” Quickly, she skirted out the back area and I was left standing there with my mouth gaped open and a weeping dick between my legs.Fuck!I could seriously kill Allen for coming in with this bullshit now.I was enjoying my time with Deborah, wanting to talk and cuddle more before final bus call at two a.m.Yeah I had her number but who knows if she’d even come back here to hang with me before the night was over?“Thanks a lot Allen for destroyin’ somethin’ real, hmm?”“Wha? Dude, come on, she’s cute and all but she works for the press.That could be kind of dangerous.”Angry, I eyed him and shook my head.“Dude, what are ya waitin’ for? I mean, the lady writer was fine, but you got two willin’ busty brods in there wantin’ a piece of the Wretched’s new bass player!” Allen smirked and gulped from his bottle again.Who the fuck cares? I had what I actually wanted in front of me just now, and I let it slip out the side door.I didn’t have any interest in the twins and what kind of tricks they might be able to perform.Still, if I didn’t, the guys would probably ridicule me for it and perhaps dig further into my reason for denial.Shit.Being in a world class metal band is a bitch but this was what I signed up for, right?Welcome to the fuckin’ Wretched Corey Patrick [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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