Hung Out: A Needles and Pins Rock Romance by Lyrica Creed Read Free Book Online

anything musician related, but lately that façade was cracking. “The Ed Sullivan Show.
    Then two days later, they did their first U.S. concert.”
    The silence stretched, and he wondered for a second if he had pushed his phone time in this room and his call had finally dropped. You still there?”
    “I felt so cheap. Like just another stupid girl with her panties off gone viral…”
    “It wasn’t like that.”
    Nothing.
    “I promise. You were classy. People are interested in you. And that’s part of you right now.”
    “I was afraid—no terrified—he was going to go after the step thing next.”
    “But he didn’t. He liked you. He wasn’t going after you like he does some people.”
    “Why did this have to happen now? The stupid video? I tried not to give a fuck about that video. I really did. I thought I was okay with it, even if it never went away…” Her voice trailed. “We were so stupid.”
    The pain in his heart was so emotional it was physical. He heard a tell-tale sniffle and realized she was hurting as badly. “Are you crying?”
    “No.”
    “Let’s Face Time, okay? I’m gonna hang up and call you―”
    “No!”
    Yep. Definitely crying. Another stab jabbed his chest, his eyes had a mysterious ache, and his throat hurt when he spoke. “If I told you I was sorry for that night, I’d be lying. I remember how your hair felt blowing all over my skin… The mix of the surf pounding with the sound of you coming. Everything was perfect, Scar. Perfect.” Since his only extreme emotion had been anger for so long, he was surprising himself more and more with such revelations, especially to the degree of the next one. “And when you looked at me afterward, I saw it in your eyes. Love.” His signal dropped some, and he moved to the window. “I’m sorry for the shit you’re going through because of it. But I’m strangely conflicted when it comes to trying to be sorry that perfect moment is on video. What I am sorry about is that some jackass put it on the internet when I would have paid everything I had for it to be for our eyes only.”
    “It was a perfect night,” she agreed, and some of the stressful weights banding his chest released. “I need to stop letting other people ruin it for me.”
    “No one can ruin it. It’s ours, honey. And hopefully it will be pulled for good from the sites. But whether it is or isn’t, the hype is going to die down.”
    Her breaths evened out and her voice seemed calmer. “It was perfect, wasn’t it?”
    “Damn straight.” His curse was a reverent vow, and then he dropped his voice even though he was alone. “Want to watch it with me?”
    The seconds ticked like a click track. One. Two. Three. Four. A few more. And then…
    “Uh huh. Okay.”
    They each did a search and hit play.
    “You’re beautiful.”
    “So are you.”
    Deciding not to take offense at being dubbed beautiful, because together, they truly were, he swiped the screen, zooming in some. “He was right, you know. This tops Tom and Pam’s.” Or any other leaked or planted sex clip on the internet.
    He waited, ready if she disagreed to bait her into a smile by pretending to take it personally. After all, he could measure up—he’d been just as blessed with rock-star-cock.
    Her agreeable “Mmh hmm” against his ear was breathy—either fatigued or intrigued.
    “Scar?”
    “Hmm?”
    “Wanna come visit?” He’d told her he didn’t want her to see him in this place, but suddenly another couple of months without her seemed an eternity.
     
     

Chapter 8

    T he heels of my snakeskin pumps made a quiet plunk with each step on the slate floor. My eyes were partially hidden behind shades that had conformed to the indoor lighting. I kept my gaze down on the colorful pattern swirling the tiles. Blues, browns, golds. The décor was very Aztec with rug hangings, scattered woven blankets, and large clay vases dotting corners, and either side of a massive stone fireplace in the great