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“Yeah, well, I don’t do much but work out these days.” He chuckled softly.
I smiled as our eyes met. “You’re perfect, Tommy. You always were.”
My throat grew tight at the thought of him with someone else. Bringing them into this room, having his way with them, and marking them the way he did me.
“Bug?” Tommy cupped my cheek with the palm of his hand.
I shook my head. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” I had never been able to get into hookups like my bandmates. The few times I had tried, it had always left me thinking of him, and I couldn’t do it.
“Hey, what’s going on?” He shifted his weight onto the mattress, his legs lying over mine. “We don’t have to do anything. If you changed your mind or just want to talk...”
I stared at his feet. They looked so big compared to mine.
“How many?” I whispered.
“How many what?” Tommy’s hand dragged over my hair, his nails scraping my scalp.
I shoved his hand away. “How many have you brought here since I left Canfield?”
I pushed his legs off mine so I could get away from him. I hated everyone who had come before and after me.
“How many did you bed, Blake?”
He growled as he climbed from the mattress and towered over me. “How many sweet, soft, fresh-faced girls did you take back to the bus or your hotel room trying to forget about me? I bet it’s a lot bigger number than the guys who didn’t make me feel the way you did. Ones who didn’t beg me to fuck them, who didn’t tremble when I sucked them off, who didn’t like my teeth or nails in their skin or didn’t cry out my name when they came.”
The anger in Tommy’s eyes shouldn’t upset me.
“It’s your fault,” I reminded him. “You went behind my back and lied to me. You bribed my mother. You and Jackson both betrayed me.”
“How many?” he snapped.
“Zero.”
Tommy stared at me like I had spoken a foreign language he couldn’t understand. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that? Because it sounded like you said zero.”
“I did.” I dragged my hands through my hair. “It’s not for my lack of trying, because girls and guys were always there. Throwing themselves at me, the band, just wanting to get a piece of one of us. I tried numerous times with women and even a couple of men.” Tommy’s eyes flashed with jealousy. “It never worked. You were all could see, all I wanted, and I always sent them home with an excuse and money for an Uber.”
Tommy grunted. “Men, huh? I thought you were only gay for me.”
“I’m everything for you,” I whispered, silently begging him to touch me again.
Tommy didn’t waste any time. He shoved his briefs down his legs and kicked them off before he tackled me back onto the bed. “You’re still mine, then.”
His heavy cock pressed against my thigh.
“I’ve always been yours, Gretzky,” I assured him before he tugged my shirt over my head. When he didn’t dig his teeth into my skin right away, I knew exactly why. “They’re yours.”
His face loomed over mine on the bed. “You got a tattoo of my bite mark?”
He used to bite, suck, and kiss every inch of my body. He loved to leave marks all over my skin, knowing that it meant I was taken, that no one else could touch me, and I craved the pain as much as he loved giving it.But he kept marking that one spot on my shoulder repeatedly until I had it permanently inked into my skin.
“Yeah, well, Killian was starting to get himself tattooed, so I went with him on of our stops before they disappeared from my body.”
“I bet he had questions.”
I shrugged. “He didn’t ask, and I didn’t tell. He had his own monsters he was dealing with.” I shivered when he dragged his tongue over the tattoo. “Tommy.” I whimpered his name as his hand slipped between us and wrapped around my cock.
“So hard for me.” His lips brushed my neck. “This is all mine, all for me. No one else has touched you or been inside of you in five years? Mmm... That’s so fucking hot.” He tugged on my length. “Tell me.”
