The Song Remains the Same (5 page)

“I, um…” She looked like she wished the ground would open up and swallow her.

I took a menacing step toward her, and she backed up. Another step followed and then another until she had backed herself into the sink.

Alien space dick
clunked
loudly against the cabinet.

“That’s
my
cunt,” I told her deaf ears. “I’m the
only
thing allowed up in
my
cunt.”

Reading my lips, she got the gist. I was so close to her, my body just a whisper from pressing the length of me into her. She smelled so good, the warmth of her heating me up. My dick hopefully raised its head.

“You won’t touch
your
cunt,” she hissed, her green eyes flashing fire, “so I took matters into my own hands.”

Tossing the bouquet over my shoulder, I grabbed her face, kissing the fuck out of her mouth. Like a fuckin’ magnet, my groin sought out hers, pushing right up in between her legs, grinding into her heat. Fuck, I wanted her. I wanted to be the thing that made her fall apart, and then I’d put her together again and do it over and over and over until neither of us could move.

She moaned, dropping the vibrator to the floor, and wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing back against me. The soft mounds of her tits pressed through my shirt, and I wanted to suck and bite them so bad. I filled my hands with her ass, pulling her into me, and we both groaned.

Fuck!

This wasn’t cool. It had to stop
now
.

I broke the kiss, and she mewled in protest. Everything inside me roared in protest, too, with that little noise.

“Phil…”

My heart was ready to burst out of my chest, and I was breathing like I’d just charged up a hill at full speed. “Less than a fuckin’ day, okay? Let’s wait one more day, and then…”

I held up a finger, and she sagged against the sink.

She nodded. She got me.

This wasn’t her fault. I was the one to blame. Kenna had done what she had to. She hadn’t done it to make me jealous. She hadn’t known I was coming.

But I was still fuckin’ jealous of that thing.

It wasn’t like I’d stop her from using it, not when I wouldn’t do my job. It wasn’t the orgasms that could hurt her. It was me. If there were injuries or weaknesses in her that could endanger her life—

Fuck, my heart stopped from me just thinking there could still be something wrong with her.

She had to be feeling back to her usual self, if she had resorted to alien space dicks.

My Baby Girl needed me, and I fuckin’ ached something fierce to give it to her.

It’s not your dick she needs, asshole. She needs
you
.

Back at the studio, Flipper and X were in the production box, working with the Space Monkeys, and Jason and Connor were tweaking some of our own material. We were ahead of schedule since I hadn’t gone to Italy with my fiancée.

Silver linings and all that shit, yeah?

“Is she holding up all right?” Connor asked as I walked into his space.

He hadn’t done too much with the office, not like the rest of us had. We’d told him to do whatever he wanted, and he’d brought in a futon and all his instruments. His desk, the same one he’d had in his bedroom at his parents’ house, was pushed up to one wall, giving him enough room to use all his instruments at once, if he were so fuckin’ inclined. He hadn’t gotten the gist that the band would pay for decorating his space, and Jason had thought it was fuckin’ hilarious. Connor seemed more than happy with it though.

“She’s fine,” I replied, parking it on a spare stool. “She was in the shower when I got there.”

“Mmm…” he said, looking through his sheet music.

“Mmm, what?” I asked.

“She was all alone?”

“Yeah. Why?”
Who the fuck else would be in the shower with her—besides freaky alien space dick?

He shrugged. “Just wondering. I think she’s been pretty lonely since Alys and Lili had to go back to work, and you won’t hang with her—”

“Shut the fuck up,” I snapped. “None of you have any fuckin’ idea how hard it is—”

He turned to face me, and he was pissed, real pissed.

“I do know how hard it is for her because she fuckin’ tells me. She’s devastated because seventy-five percent of her life is about music, and she hasn’t heard a single fuckin’ thing in three weeks. She’s fuckin’ terrified that she’ll never hear your voice again, especially since Gavin’s hearing started coming back—”

“When?” I gasped.

“A few days ago. He woke up one morning and could hear. Not a hundred percent, but it’s been improving more and more.”

“She didn’t tell me.”

“You kind of have to be around to have a conversation with her. Yeah, it’s a pain in the ass to have to write everything down, but I thought you loved her enough to do that at least.”

Bastard.

He might as well have kicked me in the nuts.

“It’s not that, brother,” I replied.

“Then, what?”

“I’m not discussin’ it with you, man.”

He smirked. “Yeah, she told me about that, too.”

That had to be so fuckin’ bizarre. I’d never had a conversation with Danielle about either of our sex lives. As far as I was concerned, my niece and nephew were among the immaculately conceived. It couldn’t explain how Martin was their father, but I didn’t have to think about that.

“It’s for her own safety,” I said, keeping my voice hushed. “I’d never forgive myself if…”

Connor just nodded, but his next words chilled my soul. “So, what are you going to do if there
is
something wrong? Is your relationship gonna be reduced to you snuggling up with her in her sleep? Is that all you two will have?”

Heaving a sigh, I replied, “No. We’ll figure that shit out. She’s…she’s my best friend, Connor. Right now, it’s easier for both of us if we’re not all up in each other’s shit. And I don’t feel comfortable talking with you about my sex life with your sister.”

“Says the man who made me play ‘Love Letter,’” he stated sourly.

“Ha-ha! Yeah…”

“It’s not easier for her, man. Kenna’s heartbroken. She tries to convince herself that it’s okay, that you guys are only temporarily separated—”

“We aren’t
separated
!” I snapped.

“You sure fuckin’
act
like you are!” he snapped back. “Kenna has never shown more emotion than when she’s with you! Right now, she’s hurting
bad
, and it’s not from being blown up. The only thing she’s never been able to hide is how she feels about you, not since that very first time she heard your voice. I saw—”

“What?” I asked, my chest swelling up with undying devotion for my woman.

“She fell in love. You were
it
for her. I saw that. Your voice connected with something inside her, and she has never been able to let it go. When she’s with you, she lights up. She’s warm and happy. I would hate to see that taken away from her.”

“I’m not leavin’ her, brother. Ever. She’s fuckin’ stuck with me. She’s
it
for me, too.”

“And if she has to take it easy for however long?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“You won’t go fuckin’ around—”

The closest thing I found to throw at him was the scroungy-looking pillow on the futon. He was lucky because the second closest thing was a beaten-up bass that would’ve hurt a hell of a lot more if it had hit his head instead.

“That ain’t even remotely funny, asshole!” I snarled.

“I’m not laughing!” he said, tossing the pillow back on the futon. “But I’m not keen on watchin’ my sister die a little inside each time you decide you need some head and won’t let her give you a blow job!”

I got up and whacked him upside the head.

“Ow!”

“That’s your fuckin’ sister!”

“She’s
your
fuckin’ fiancée! Just because you and
your
sister grew up as prudes—”

I whacked him again.

“Ow!” He stood up and slapped me like a bitch.

I fuckin’ lost it, laughing my ass off. “Seriously? You
slapped
me?”

“
Your
sister ain’t a virgin either, douche bag—ow!”

“You take that back!”

“Fuck you!”

I tackled his ass to the floor, and it felt fuckin’ good to beat on someone my own size. We weren’t going for blood or anything, just working out some aggression. Avoiding each other’s faces, we wrestled and wailed on mostly stomachs and ribs. Motherfucker grabbed my hair like a fuckin’ chick, so I did it back. That shit hurt.

Jason charged into the room and tried to pull me off, but I ended up grabbing his ass and slamming him down, too. Then, Connor and I both went after him and gave the poor fucker a wedgie that ripped his designer boxers up his ass crack.

“
Fuck
!” he shrieked. “I think I’m bleedin’! You fuckers cut a deeper crack in my ass!”

Connor and I cracked up till tears were leaking out. Then, I smacked the soulless ginger for good measure before hauling my ass back to my space.

At six o’clock, I was ready to go home and wait for Kenna to come back from dinner with her friends. Guilt was eating at me, and I needed to tell her that I was sorry. I thought about texting her what I was thinking, but that seemed pretty fuckin’ lame. So, instead, I stayed at the studio, deciding it would be better to get some more shit done. I’d head out in a little while and hopefully get home around the same time she did.

Jason, Connor, and I got together and laid down the foundations for a new track. If we kept on it, we might have it ready to go on the next album. We were raising the standards, and it was proving to be epic.

All was going great until…

Flipper ended up blowing up on Koko from the Space Monkeys. The girl was a brilliant drummer. I’d give her that. But she knew it and liked to argue with Flipper over what would be best in the solo they were working on. The thing she didn’t seem to grasp was that if she was considered brilliant, then Flipper was the God of Percussion. They’d been snipping at each other all damn day, and the rest of us were doing our best to avoid them.

“Connor!” Flipper roared, finding us in the jam-out area. “Fuckin’ take my ass home, man. I’m fuckin’
done
!”

“Uh…” Connor looked down in desperation at all we’d written.

“And
you
!” He pointed at me. “You’re workin’ with that little
puta
until her fuckin’ arms fall off!”

“Why me?” I shouted back. My shout could trump Flipper’s any day.

“Because you can scare some sense into that shitty little bitch! I’m fuckin’ sick of her whinin’ and complainin’, tellin’ me I don’t
understand
their music!”

“Seriously?” Jason snorted.

“I’m fuckin’
out
!”

Connor put down his bass and stood up. “It’s cool. I wanna see Kenna anyway.”

There he was, kicking me in my nuts again.

Fuckin’ asshole.

Flipper started firing off in Spanglish, and Jason and I picked up our shit. When Flip got his Spanglish on, it was just best to get the fuck out of the way.

“I’ll get in the box and see what’s up with what they’ve recorded already, yeah?” said Jason.

“I don’t
wanna
work with Koko Loco,” I whined.

Jason just laughed and walked off.

“Order pizza, douche,” I called after him. “I ain’t tryin’ to tame the Asian Sensation on an empty gut. Worse comes to worse, I’ll puke on her to shut her up.”

“She’s got a mouth on her to rival Flip,” Jason conceded.

“Too fuckin’ right,” I grumbled.

An hour and a half later, I found myself setting up two drum kits in the jam-out area with Koko Loco. After we’d found X asleep in his office and fed his soulless ass, he and Jason went to work on some bass lines for the new song, and I was ready to kick the shit out of some drums.

I loved to drum. I didn’t do it often because I’d wrecked too many kits to count. Once I got going, I wouldn’t really check my strength. Flipper had banned me from touching his at all. But it was fuckin’ fun, and I was fuckin’ good at it—but not Flipper good. Not many people were Flipper good. I was just good. Okay, brilliant. Brilliant enough to put Koko Loco in her place, that was for fuckin’ sure.