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million bucks in my kitty. Thanks to you, that’s not happening
anytime soon.”
    “ I missed you too. Thought
this tour might be an opportunity for us to reignite our love.” He
licks his doubly pierced bottom lip, loudly sucks the spit off, and
blows her a kiss. The two thick silver rings near the corners of
his mouth look like snake fangs.
    “ I’m all outta love for
you, big boy. The rent on you is way too high for a broke-ass girl
like me.” She thumps his dick through his jeans.
    Rax grins.
    Toombs’s creepy silver-gray eyes shift to an
empty wall as if he’d rather be testing out gasoline body lotion
next to an active volcano than standing here in Jillian’s barn.
Like his bandmates, he’s slathered in tattoos, but his ink follows
a vivisection theme: a simulated slit throat with gaping stitches,
burnt acid holes along his neck, peeled flaps of skin.
    Pieces of barbed wire—like, from an actual
fence—twine through his ears. Dried blood streaks his neck where
the wire appears to have cut him.
    Wow. I swallow hard.
    Toombs is the scary one. The dark loner you
hear stories about. They say once he finishes with a girl, she
walks away changed. One touch of his cock leaves behind a shell of
a woman with mental and emotional scars. Like a sexual vampire or
some shit. Naturally, he’s the only one of the guys in Killer Dixon
I ever considered tapping like a maple tree. Well, until
Shades.
    I glance at him. He starts to say something.
I blink three times in quick succession, and barely shake my head.
If he spills what we did, Kate will walk.
    His grin widens, but only around the eyes,
which I can actually see now. In daylight or darkness, Todd
Armstrong is the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever pleasured.
    Wait a second.
    Armstrong… Where have I heard that
name recently? It’s fairly common, but…
    Shit. It can’t be. It’s a coincidence,
surely.
    I never saw him pay for
the room at Armstrong Suites…
    Does his daddy own that hotel chain? If so,
then I buggered a multimillionaire’s son last night. Holy anal
mishaps, Batman.
    My head is dizzified. I can’t even blame it
on liquor tonight.
    I quickly face Toombs for a distraction.
He’s staring at Jinx like he wants to eat her, barf her up, and
save the cud for leftovers later.
    Uh…Dude makes me more than a little
uncomfortable. I shake myself free of the playback running through
my head and inch over to Jinx.
    Jillian lays a hand on Shades’s arm. “Todd,
where did you say you were from?”
    “ Boston most recently. I
grew up all over the place.”
    I cover my snort. I’ll bet. With a rich dad,
the little prince probably spent his youth jetting around the globe
with a royal live-in tutor. I can’t fucking believe this shit.
    “ Well, since you’re new to
Georgia, let me show you a little Southern hospitality. Let’s go to
the house where it’s warmer. We can talk about specifics for the
tour.” Jillian heads to the door. Everyone follows except Shades
and me.
    I shake my head again and murmur, “Don’t say
a word.”
    “ Wouldn’t dream of it,
Lucky.”
    Green eyes. He has beautiful green eyes. The
cooter engine revs. Pretty sure she sprung an oil leak.
    Down, girl.
    I zip away from him and rejoin Jinx,
positioning myself between her and Toombs.
    We get inside, and Jillian ushers us to the
quaint, country-style living room. I make a point of sitting with
Kate and Jinx on the couch.
    Once everyone’s seated, Jillian shakes the
graying blond strands of her bob out of her face and surveys her
minions. “Can I get anyone a drink? I’ve got beer and wine. I also
made up some snacks.”
    “ Not hungry.” Rax waves
her off. “I got a couple of bitches begging for a banging at home.
Can we get on with this?”
    Toombs cuts his gaze to Rax and leans back
in his chair. A scuffed black boot crash lands on his knee.
    Jillian’s expression hardens. “Okay, let’s
not fuck around. We all know there are…tensions between you. What
happened in the