“If I kept it in my pants, then you couldn’t play with it,” I murmured, wrapping her long hair around my hand and pulling her head back.

“I hate you!” Vivian hissed, her eyes heated. She licked her lips and I knew from experience that she was soaking wet.

“No you don’t, baby. You just wish you did,” I grinned. I slid my other hand up the inside of her thigh, pushing her skirt higher as I felt the edge of her panties.

Vivian’s breathing became erratic as I pushed her underwear to the side and teased her with my finger.

“You want this?” I growled.

“No!” Vivian glowered at me. She bit down on her bottom lip as I pushed the tip of my finger inside her, my thumb rubbing lightly against her clit.

“You sure? Because, baby, I can feel how much you want it. You want it so bad, it’s dripping down your legs,” I whispered, licking the curve of her ear and shoving my finger up inside her perfect warmth.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Her silken heat enveloped my finger and I wished it were my dick.

And I knew by her body’s reaction and the way Vivian was starting to relax into me, it would be soon enough.

Someone cleared her throat behind us. I didn’t pull my hand out from between Vivian’s legs, but I did loosen my grip on her hair.

I had forgotten Maysie was there.

“Are you serious, Viv? There was another girl in here only thirty seconds ago!”

Maysie wasn’t my biggest fan. We had clashed a lot over the last few years. When Jordan had suggested we take Maysie on as our band manager, I hadn’t been particularly thrilled with the idea.

Girls on the road were a bad idea. We were going to be practically living out of Garrett’s van and having to deal with female shit on top of that seemed like a nightmare.

Plus when Maysie was around, Jordan wasn’t focused on the band. He was focused on his chick and making her happy. That didn’t seem very rock and roll to me.

We were building an image. We were hardcore dudes with a reputation for awesome music. Having a clingy girlfriend around 24/7 would only cramp our style.

And I hadn’t been entirely wrong. With Maysie around, none of us felt like we could fart and burp and jerk off the way we wanted to. We had to eat regular meals and stop at Walmart for tampons.

It drove me freaking nuts. And anytime I had voiced my opinion, Jordan had gone all ‘roid rage. There had been a lot of fights. A lot of threats. I walked out of the band more than once.

There were times I thought we were destined for a VH1 Behind the Music special before we had even started.

But then we had started making some cash and could afford to sleep in shitty motels and that gave us all some much needed space. Jordan and Maysie could go do their mushy couple crap and the rest of us wouldn’t feel the need to throw up every time Jordan called Maysie sweet cheeks.

Obnoxious nicknames aside, I couldn’t completely ignore how it was Maysie who had created our website and maintained our social media. She was the one that started a mailing list and found cheap advertisement for our earlier shows.

And whether I wanted to admit it or not, I was pretty sure her dedication to Jordan and our band helped get us to where we were now.

Which was playing bigger shows with a bigger band to bigger crowds.

The perks were better, the hotels were cleaner, and the women were hotter.

I was on my way to my own debauched version of happily ever after.

And always on the side, just where I needed her to be, was Vivian Baily.

She wasn’t my girlfriend. She wasn’t even my friend really.

Most days I was convinced we could barely stand each other. She was a whiny, self-involved drama queen. She spent entirely too much time getting ready and freaked out if her hair got messed up.

She was vain and overly emotional. She spent ninety percent of her life angry. At me.

But I couldn’t get enough of her.

She was, without a doubt, the best lay I had ever had.

And from me, that’s saying something. I was a boy with a super fantastic toy. And that toy was between Vivian’s smooth thighs.

I was addicted. I couldn’t get enough. Even if we had to do this song and dance to get there in the end, I’d do it. Because the reward was so damn sweet.

And it was only getting worse. I had never given up regular pu**y. If I hadn’t been able to get it from Vivian, I’d get it somewhere else. I was a connoisseur of the ladies. I liked them in all shapes and sizes. Though a pretty face was mandatory. I had experienced my fair share of beer goggles. No one liked a morning after consisting of showing a fugly bed partner to the door.

Vivian was without a doubt the most gorgeous woman I have ever been with. So I put up with her psychotic tendencies because it was a small price to pay for what I got out of our arrangement.

Insane, swing from the rafters, go all night sex.

And I could have it without being expected to call her the next day. Who wouldn’t jump at the chance for such an arrangement?

It’s a horny man’s dream.

And goody too shoes Maysie Ardin definitely didn’t get it. She thought I was using Vivian. She thought I took what I wanted and tossed her aside until I wanted her again.

She didn’t see that we were using each other. That Vivian didn’t want to stick around anymore than I wanted her to stay.

Vivian got exactly what she wanted when we were together. She was as sex crazed as I was. And if I was the guy she wanted to have stick it to her, then who was I to say no? Just call me a philanthropist. I was doing my part to help out the hot chicks of the world.