Almost as if she’d read his mind, Nicole moved her right hand down his ribcage and slipped it inside the waistband of his jeans.
“Stop!” he yelped instantly. “No!”
“You didn’t object the last time.”
“Nicole, no!” stated Jake, standing up and stepping away from her.
Staring at the obvious hard bulge in his jeans, Nicole smiled, her green eyes focussed on his groin.
“Seems like your dick has other ideas,” she observed, moving towards him. “I’d love to feel you inside me, Jake.”
“No way!” he exclaimed as she took a step closer.
Her nimble fingers were unfastening his jeans before he could stop her. Within seconds, she had his hard manhood in her hands. Crouching down, she wrapped her lips around him sucking gently.
“Holy fuck, woman!” groaned Jake with a long sigh.
“You like?” she teased before taking him in her mouth once more.
“Yes, I like,” he heard himself reply as her tongue caressed the tip of his dick with quick circular movements.
She gently grazed his smooth tip with her teeth then stood up, pressing herself against him.
“Fuck me,” she murmured into his ear.
Some base instinct seized control of him. Roughly, Jake pushed up her short skirt to discover she wasn’t wearing any panties. Lifting her bare thigh up and drawing her towards him, he eased himself between her legs, feeling her hot and wet and ready for him. Gripping her firmly, he thrust hard and fast reaching his climax within seconds. Her orgasm exploded around him as she let out a long low moan of ecstasy.
“Christ, woman,” he muttered as he withdrew from her. “How the fuck did that just happen?”
Pulling her skirt back into place, Nicole smiled at him.
“That can never happen again, Nicole,” stated Jake, feeling his anger at his own lack of self-control rising. “Never!”
“If you say so,” she replied sweetly before adding, “Never is a very long time.”
Without another word, she blew him a kiss and walked out.
Fastening his jeans and hauling his shirt back on, Jake muttered angrily to himself under his breath. What had he just allowed to happen? Why had he just had sex with her? He was completely disgusted with himself for his lack of self-control. Kicking the chair that he had been sitting on angrily, it skittered across towards the guitar stand, sending his Mz Hyde custom clattering onto the floor.
“Fuck!” he yelled, rushing to pick up his beloved guitar.
A large chip had come off the edge of the body of the instrument.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Picking up the broken piece, he shook his head. There was something Freudian in what had just happened. If Lori ever found out about what had just taken place, a chipped guitar would be the least of his worries. Vowing to glue the broken piece back into place, Jake righted the chair then sat down to attempt to resume his rehearsal.
Perhaps it was the anger coursing through him or the fear of Lori ever finding out that he’d been unfaithful but, for the next hour and a half, he played with a new found energy, adding an urgency and a sense of precision to the revised Epidemic solo.
His phone buzzing in his pocket brought him back to the present. It was a message from Grey that read simply, “Lunch.”
When he entered the lounge, Jake found Grey and Paul sitting at the table eating burgers and fries. He was relieved to see there was no sign of Nicole.
As he sat down, Paul said, “Your music teacher friend turned up earlier. She was asking where you were?”
“Did you tell her?”
“No,” replied Grey bluntly. “She’s trouble that one. Trust me.”
“She certainly seems to be hanging about here regularly,” commented Jake, unwrapping his burger.
“She’s doing a drum clinic out back this afternoon. First of several,” revealed Paul. “Jim wants you back in here with us after lunch.”
“Ah, that explains the three kits that are set up out there,” answered Jake. “I’ll grab my gear once we’ve had lunch. I’ve something to let you guys hear anyway.”
“Something new?” quizzed Grey.
“I’ve re-written the solo for Epidemic. Sounds better. Want to let you guys have your say though.”
“Ok, run through it when we’re done here.”
Changing the subject, Jake asked, “Do you know if Jim has any Gorilla glue around here? I chipped the edge off my Mz Hyde. Want to fix it before Lori finds out.”
“I’ve some in my truck in the toolbox,” replied Grey. “I’ll bring it in for you.”
As they ate, conversation moved onto the bass and drum tracking. Neither Paul nor Grey seemed happy with their performances, both adding that the producer hadn’t sounded satisfied either. Both of them implied that it hadn’t sounded “real” as they’d played.
“I wonder,” mused Jake, thinking out loud as he finished his sweet iced tea “Should we try tracking some of this live?”
“Live?” echoed Paul. “But we’re a guitar light?”
“We can add any extra tracks after. Remember we’ve the tracks from Rich’s laptop to add in,” proposed Jake. “I’ll admit, I’m struggling here too. Might be worth tabling a fresh approach to Jim. We can only try it. See if it works. We need to try something to get this back on track.”
“What about the vocals?”
“Might still need to track those separately…. well some of them.”
“Worth a try,” agreed Grey wearily. “Right, I’ll fetch that glue. You fetch your gear before that crazy-ass teacher heads back out here.”
When Jake came back with his guitars, he found the Gorilla glue sitting
