Stella reached out to him but Ryder
caught her hand and shook his head. Stella leaned into him “Wait until you see
Corbin. I worked my magic on her.” Ryder raised an eyebrow at her then winced
in pain. Stella patted his face. “Corbin, we’re leaving,” she announced with a
wink.
Ryder walked to the front door, then remembered he left his
cigs on the kitchen table. He turned and felt as if the air had been sucked
from his lungs. Corbin stood before him. She was wearing a short clingy blue
dress. Her hair was down and curls caressed her face. Her perfect full lips
were the color of cherries, so kissable.
“Whoa,” he croaked.
“Yea, I know.” Stella clapped her hands together. Ryder
watched Corbin’s cheeks go red. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
“You’re making me nervous.” Corbin looked down at her dress
and smoothed it out.
“I finally got her to use her contact lenses.” Stella busied
herself with her purse.
“Sorry…I just… wow…you look so different,” Ryder stammered.
What the hell was this girl doing to him? He felt like a silly schoolboy on
prom night.
“You’ll be sure to catch Mason’s eye tonight,” Stella cooed.
Ryder watched a playful smile play out on Corbin’s face.
“Mason?” he cocked his head to the side.
“The lead singer of Filthy Wilma. Corbin’s got a lady hard
on for him.”
More competition, great.
“Stella…” Corbin whined.
“It’s true. Come on I want to get my dance and drink on. And
Mike has already texted me a gazillion times.”
“Mike?” Ryder turned to Stella.
“The cowboy...duh.” Stella rolled her eyes at him. Ryder
nodded, his brain was a foggy mess. He grabbed his cigarettes from the table
and followed the two out. Corbin and Stella climbed into the backseat of his
car and he caught a glimpse of Corbin’s thigh. He felt a surge in his pants and
as he got behind the wheel he adjusted himself.
“To Rebels, James,” Stella said in an awful British accent.
“Christ,” Ryder muttered under his breath.
Alex wasn’t kidding about the band bringing in a bunch of
people. When they arrived at Rebel’s the parking lot was already full. There
was a line of people waiting to get in and more cars were trying to find a
place to park. Memories of Ryder’s band days flooded him. Scores of people
lined up to see them play. He’d also signed many a t-shirt and breasts in his
day.
Now he stood in line amongst the fans. Women babbled
incessantly about the band members. Each one plotting who they would sleep with
if the opportunity presented itself. He lit a cigarette and considered going
back to the apartment. When his eyes rested on Corbin, he immediately swept
that thought under the rug.
“Corbin, are you plotting a sex scenario with Mason, too?”
He immediately felt like a dick when the words spilled from him. Why did he
care? Corbin turned to him, her jaw dropped. She yanked her eyes from him and
crossed her arms.
“That was rude.” Stella punched him in the arm. He opened
his mouth to apologize but was interrupted.
“You look so familiar,” a female voice said. Ryder turned to
the direction of the voice and seen a scantily dressed blonde. He looked her up
and down. He flicked his cigarette out into the darkness, and then put on his
sly smile. The blonde moved closer to him eyeing him. “Oh my god, are you Ryder
James?” Ryder nodded. The blonde rushed at him and wrapped her arms around him.
He looked to Corbin and the moment their eyes met she quickly looked away.
“Trina, it’s him!” the blonde shouted and another blonde
appeared.
“Do you remember us, Tina and Trina?” Trina squealed. Ryder
looked from one blonde to another and then it hit him.
“We were so sad when we heard Infected Whiskey broke up.”
Tina ruffled his hair.
“How could I ever forget the infamous Miller twins?” Ryder
clicked his tongue. “Best 48 hours of my life.” From behind him he heard Stella
huff. That brought him back to
caught her hand and shook his head. Stella leaned into him “Wait until you see
Corbin. I worked my magic on her.” Ryder raised an eyebrow at her then winced
in pain. Stella patted his face. “Corbin, we’re leaving,” she announced with a
wink.
Ryder walked to the front door, then remembered he left his
cigs on the kitchen table. He turned and felt as if the air had been sucked
from his lungs. Corbin stood before him. She was wearing a short clingy blue
dress. Her hair was down and curls caressed her face. Her perfect full lips
were the color of cherries, so kissable.
“Whoa,” he croaked.
“Yea, I know.” Stella clapped her hands together. Ryder
watched Corbin’s cheeks go red. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
“You’re making me nervous.” Corbin looked down at her dress
and smoothed it out.
“I finally got her to use her contact lenses.” Stella busied
herself with her purse.
“Sorry…I just… wow…you look so different,” Ryder stammered.
What the hell was this girl doing to him? He felt like a silly schoolboy on
prom night.
“You’ll be sure to catch Mason’s eye tonight,” Stella cooed.
Ryder watched a playful smile play out on Corbin’s face.
“Mason?” he cocked his head to the side.
“The lead singer of Filthy Wilma. Corbin’s got a lady hard
on for him.”
More competition, great.
“Stella…” Corbin whined.
“It’s true. Come on I want to get my dance and drink on. And
Mike has already texted me a gazillion times.”
“Mike?” Ryder turned to Stella.
“The cowboy...duh.” Stella rolled her eyes at him. Ryder
nodded, his brain was a foggy mess. He grabbed his cigarettes from the table
and followed the two out. Corbin and Stella climbed into the backseat of his
car and he caught a glimpse of Corbin’s thigh. He felt a surge in his pants and
as he got behind the wheel he adjusted himself.
“To Rebels, James,” Stella said in an awful British accent.
“Christ,” Ryder muttered under his breath.
Alex wasn’t kidding about the band bringing in a bunch of
people. When they arrived at Rebel’s the parking lot was already full. There
was a line of people waiting to get in and more cars were trying to find a
place to park. Memories of Ryder’s band days flooded him. Scores of people
lined up to see them play. He’d also signed many a t-shirt and breasts in his
day.
Now he stood in line amongst the fans. Women babbled
incessantly about the band members. Each one plotting who they would sleep with
if the opportunity presented itself. He lit a cigarette and considered going
back to the apartment. When his eyes rested on Corbin, he immediately swept
that thought under the rug.
“Corbin, are you plotting a sex scenario with Mason, too?”
He immediately felt like a dick when the words spilled from him. Why did he
care? Corbin turned to him, her jaw dropped. She yanked her eyes from him and
crossed her arms.
“That was rude.” Stella punched him in the arm. He opened
his mouth to apologize but was interrupted.
“You look so familiar,” a female voice said. Ryder turned to
the direction of the voice and seen a scantily dressed blonde. He looked her up
and down. He flicked his cigarette out into the darkness, and then put on his
sly smile. The blonde moved closer to him eyeing him. “Oh my god, are you Ryder
James?” Ryder nodded. The blonde rushed at him and wrapped her arms around him.
He looked to Corbin and the moment their eyes met she quickly looked away.
“Trina, it’s him!” the blonde shouted and another blonde
appeared.
“Do you remember us, Tina and Trina?” Trina squealed. Ryder
looked from one blonde to another and then it hit him.
“We were so sad when we heard Infected Whiskey broke up.”
Tina ruffled his hair.
“How could I ever forget the infamous Miller twins?” Ryder
clicked his tongue. “Best 48 hours of my life.” From behind him he heard Stella
huff. That brought him back to
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