“I don't think you want the entire party to see what goods your girlfriend is sporting under these clothes,” I teased, pulling him by the hair so that he would look at me.

The skin around Jordan's eyes tightened. “Fuck no I don't. All of this is mine. And only mine. No one else sees it. Ever!” He tightened his grip on my body possessively and let out a low growl. Crap, he had gone all territorial. And it was hot!

“That's right, baby. Only for you,” I murmured as he leaned in to kiss me again.

“Piper! Is this your lady? Let me have a look!” I heard someone say. Jordan rolled his eyes but moved his hands from my ass to my hips. I looked up at him and tilted my head.

“I've heard all about why they call you Piper. Really cute name,” I taunted.

Jordan groaned. “Fuck, babe. It's a stupid nickname. I've tried to get them to stop calling me that...” he started to explain but I held my hand up, stopping him.

“Jordan, it's okay. You may be called the pied piper of pu**y. But the only pu**y you'll be touching is mine.” It was my turn to go territorial and by the look on Jordan's face he really liked it. A lot.

“Damn, baby.” He let out in a breath. I laughed. We were suddenly joined by a wiry guy who I recognized as Garrett. He was bouncing on his feet and his longish blond hair was in stringy disarray around his head.

Looking at him, I couldn't decide if I thought he was cute or not. But he was appealing with his deep, dark eyes and thick, almost girlish lashes. And when he smiled, it lit up his face. Yep, I could see why the girls liked him.

“Hey Piper, introduce us! I've been dying to meet the chick who has made you tolerable again.” Garrett said, giving me a 100 watt smile. Wow, okay, he was sort of dazzling. And his personality was infectious. He was a live wire, that's for sure.

Jordan turned to me and gave the introductions. “Garrett, this is my girlfriend, Maysie Ardin. Maysie, this Garrett Bellows, lead guitarist and sometimes roommate.” Garrett reached out and yanked me from Jordan's grip and then swallowed me in a huge hug.

I was a little taken aback by the overt show of affection from someone I had just met. Looking over Garrett's shoulder at Jordan, he just shook his head and mouthed “go with it.” So I put my hands up and awkwardly patted Garrett on the back.

Garrett pulled back and held me by my upper arms. “You are f**king gorgeous, Maysie.” My face flushed. I was flattered by his open appreciation. Then he turned to Jordan. “And I can tell she's a hell of a lot cooler than that bitch you used to date.” Jordan just laughed and I didn't know what to say to that.

Olivia was obviously known as the “bitch” by Jordan's band mates and I loved how that proved that she was not a perfect fit in his life. And maybe that also proved that I was.

Garrett tugged on a strand of my hair in a familiar gesture, as though we were long lost friends rather than two people who had met literally thirty seconds ago. “Enjoy the party, Maysie. Anyone than can make that f**ker start writing music again, is cool with me.” He gave me a loud, sloppy kiss on the cheek and then left as fast as he had come.

Jordan swooped in and pulled me back into his arms. “Sorry about that. I should have warned you that Garrett is very...uh...hands on,” he explained. I wrapped my arms around his middle.

I waved it off. “He's nice,” I said honestly. Jordan kissed my neck and then was distracted by two guys who were calling his name. They held up a beer bong and were gesturing for Jordan to come over and try it out. He tugged on our joined hands. I pulled away and gave him a grin.

“Go ahead, I'll wait here.” Jordan kissed me again.

“Just give me a sec. I'll be right back and we can get out of here.” He flashed me a gorgeous smile before going to suck beer out of a funnel. I stood on the edge of the bonfire, hands shoved in my jean pockets.

“What's a girl like you doing at a party like this?” a voice asked over my shoulder. I looked behind me and saw a guy standing there. He was tall and skinny. Not bad looking, in a heroin chic kind of way. He had dark hair and dark eyes. And he was looking at me as if I were on the menu he planned to order from.

“Just waiting for my boyfriend.” I replied, indicating Jordan, who was flat on his back with a length of plastic piping in his mouth. I could see beer rushing through it. Girls circled him, clapping as though they were watching an Olympic sport.

The guy didn't drop his smile. And for some reason he didn't take the hint about the boyfriend and instead took it as an invitation. Was he low functioning or something? “Well, let me keep you company then.” He stepped in closer and swept his hand up my back, starting with my ass. What? Was this guy for real?

I moved away. “I'm fine, thanks. And I really think you should keep your hands to yourself.” This dude was making me seriously uncomfortable. The guy closed the space between us again, his hand resting firmly on my left buttock and giving it a squeeze. I swung around and smacked his hand away. “I said, I'm fine. Now back the f**k off,” I told him through gritted teeth.

This guy was either crazy or stupid. Because he just grinned at me again and reached out to touch me.

“I'm gonna cut those fingers off if you don't keep them to yourself, Amos,” Jordan growled from behind me. My boyfriend stepped in front of me and grabbed a hold of the front of Amos's shirt and gave him a hard shove.

The guy went down like a ton of bricks, sprawling out in the grass. “Hey man, I didn't know she was yours. Sorry!” Amos held his hands up in surrender. Jordan took a threatening step toward him and I grabbed his arm.