Page 56 of The Twisted Beats

“Once my uncle found out I had unprotected sex after one of my shows, he always made sure to have them on hand.”

My mouth gapes. “You were with girls without protection?”

“One girl, and we were both virgins. That’s it. And it only happened because I didn’t have anything available. I wasn’t expecting it.”

“Oh.” My shoulders drop.

I thought I was going to make him mine today. We’re supposed to be together. I lower my head.

How can I make sure he quits wanting other girls?

He lifts my chin with two of his fingers so we’re making eye contact. “Stop thinking I don’t want you, Lily. I do.”

Is he reading my mind?

“Lily, it’s gonna happen, but let’s take some time and do it right.”

I laugh. “Is there a wrong way to do it?”

He rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean. Girls never forget their first time and it should be special.”

“So this girl was your first time, too?”

“Yeah.”

“Was it good?”

“Livianna, it was my first time having sex, so it felt great.” He grabs his shirt and works himself back into it. “Let’s drop it.”

I redress myself while trying to come up with a new plan. I will get Callum to have sex with me sooner rather than later.

He scans over me from head to toe, his eyes lingering for a moment on my chest. “If it ever gets out I hit the brakes on you, they’ll revoke my rockstar card.”

“Deal me one promise then.”

“What’s that?”

“Come prepared next time. Don’t make me roast you for being the unprepared rock god.”

He pretends to glare. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“Ah, I see I’m working with a little vixen.” He smirks. “I’ll get them on my way home tomorrow.”

Vixen? I like that nickname. Not as much as Lily, but vixen is definitely something a rockstar would call his woman. That raises a question.

“Hey, Callum. Does this mean I’m your girlfriend?”

“You’ve been mine since I met you.” He leans over and kisses me. “This just makes it official.”

My smile grows as my stomach does cartwheels. I’m Callum Mayze’s girlfriend and I have a feeling it will change my life forever.

We’re in the kitchen, waiting for Bren to come downstairs with his fling. “How long does he take? I’ve been home for two hours.”

Callum laughs and hands me a beer. “He can go all night. He’s one of those dudes who can shoot a load and stay hard. If he ever wants a job in porn, he’ll be golden.”

I take the bottle and grimace. “I didn’t need to know that.”