Dirty Like Us

interrupt in there?
I glanced over her shoulder but I couldn’t see shit, just the door to a bathroom. I shifted closer until we almost touched, leaning a shoulder on the door frame.
“Who the fuck’s been sucking on your neck?” My gaze had snagged on the mark I was pretty sure was a hickey.
She made an exasperated, frustrated noise in her throat that made my balls pull up tight.
It was no secret, at least to my dick, that I wanted this woman. Unfortunately for me and my dick, I’d never gotten my hands on her for more than a hug.
Maggie and I were “co-workers” and “friends” and not supposed to “go there.”
According to her.
“Zane,” she said extra-politely, “please take this in the nicest way possible, but you need to fuck off right now.”
I ignored that. Maggie told me to fuck off at least once a day. Justifiably.
We had that kind of relationship. I was comfortable enough to piss her off, she was comfortable enough to tell me to fuck off, and at the end of the day none of it mattered. Maggie and I were friends. The kind that occasionally wanted to kill each other, but still.
What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t at least make sure she wasn’t in there with some loser?
I tried to get a look behind her again but she closed the door as far as she could, wedging herself in the narrow opening. I wedged myself right in with her, shouldering the door a little farther open. I drew the line at forcing my way past her, but fuck yeah. I was gonna check up on this asshole whether she liked it or not.
“Come on, Maggs. I wanna meet him.” I gave her my wickedest smile, the one that made most girls soak their panties.
Maggie? Maggie wasn’t most girls.
“Don’t be an asshole, Zane. And would you please mind banging your new lady friends in your own room? You’ve got the master bedroom. See, over there. Behind those nice big solid doors.”
“Oh, they’re not for me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Right.”
“I brought them for Jesse,” I said, which was true, even if she didn’t believe it. “Hear he and Elle are fighting.”
Yeah, so I was a shit disturber. But when weren’t those two fighting?
Fuck if getting together wasn’t the worst mistake my two dumbass bandmates ever made. I’d put money on a breakup at the end of this tour. Better for the band. Better for everyone.
Loved Elle, she was a great girl, but my band brother needed an epic cocksuck, badly, to remind him life was too short for one pussy. Especially one that drove him up the fucking wall.
“Well,” Maggie said, “I’m sure Jesse and Elle would appreciate the gesture, but Jesse isn’t here. I am.”
“Cool. And why is that?”
She sighed. “Let’s just say… things got screwed up with the rooms, okay?” Then she started chewing on her lip.
“Uh-huh,” I said, distracted at the sight of her teeth gnawing on that full bottom lip. Fuck, but Maggie had a hot mouth. “Screwed up how?”
What the fuck happened to this girl’s mood since I saw her in the lobby an hour ago, looking all flushed and fucking cheerful? It was a great look on her, and I wanted some of it. I’d gotten a little carried away, putting her up against the wall, and for a nanosecond as those gorgeous gray eyes blinked up at me I thought she might actually accept my invitation to come party, which she never did. I always asked. She always said no.
It was kind of a ritual.
Maybe for once I shouldn’t have taken it like a gentleman.
“Look, it sucks we have to share a suite,” she said, ignoring my question. “But we’re both gonna do what we’re gonna do.” She cocked her head a little, glancing past me. “Seriously though, can we draw the line at the coke?”
I waited until her gray eyes lifted to mine again. I didn’t love seeing the worry in them… but Maggie always worried about me falling off the wagon into a vat of whiskey. I got that. Cocaine was never my thing, but Jack Daniels wasn’t exactly a hard man to find in a Vegas hotel.
Then I gave her what she wanted, because yeah. It was Maggie. And I was pussy-whipped like that.
“Yo, Snow White,” I called over to the black-haired chick in the kitchen. “Time to go, sweetheart.”
She was dancing by herself to Marvin Gaye, but Natalie jumped down off the coffee table, dragging the other blond with her to form a protective wall of bitch. “What!” Nat squawked, then threw me a theatrical pout. “If she goes then so do we.”
“Then go,” I said.
“Zane! What the fuck! Who the fuck is she?” Nat stood there in her panties, totally fucking indignant, looking at Maggie like she’d just stepped in shit.
Which really cranked up my stone cold.
“Get your skank ass outta here, Nat.”
Natalie’s mouth fell open. It was a good mouth to have around if you wanted your cock sucked, but other than that, she could keep it shut as far as I was concerned. She was the only one of them I’d met before half an hour ago, and that wasn’t exactly a ringing endorsement for the rest.
“You’re a real asshole,” she snapped, yanking on her skirt.
“So they keep telling me.”
Nat huffed, grabbed the rest of her clothes and stalked out with her coked-up friend. The other blond yanked a top over her fake tits, kissed me on the cheek, gave Maggie a catty once-over and left.
“Don’t let the door smack your ass on the way out!” Maggie called after her, then grumbled, “Wouldn’t wanna give it chlamydia.”
I stared at Maggie and she gave me a fake-ass smile right back.
So fucking interesting.
Six years I’d known her, and I’d never seen her in this particular mood. Normally she kept her shit under wraps. Cool, controlled Maggie; it wasn’t easy, even for me, to faze the woman. But right now, she was definitely