Convincing Constance (The Blow Hole Boys) Read Online Free PDF

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    “What did you say your name was again?” he asked.
    “I didn’t. No one bothered to ask. My name’s Constance ,” I responded.
    He looked around the room and then back at me. The side of his mouth lifted in an almost grin. “Well, Constance, welcome to Blow Hole.”
     
     
    A week later, after living in my car and snacking on what I could steal from the gas station, I stepped onto the Blow Hole tour bus with nothing in my pocket, two duffle bags, and two guitar cases—my old guitar that meant the world to me and my Les Paul for the shows.
    The boys, minus Zeke, were sitting and playing video games. They didn’t even acknowledge my existence. I crept through the bus and worked my way into the small kitchen space. I tripped over shoes and caught myself from falling. The last thing I wanted was to embarrass myself in the first five minutes, and knowing them, they’d laugh their asses off and help later.
    Smoke swirled around me. The distinct smell of burnt ass filled my senses and took me straight back to the summer I spent on tour with my dad, which of course led me straight to the one memory I spent every day trying to forget. In the back of my mind, I knew going on tour with rock stars was a bad idea. I knew it would do nothing but help me remember, but it’s not like I had much of a choice.
    I threw my bags down on a pop-out table and the loud bang made all the guys turn toward me.
    “Ah, there she is. Welcome aboard the love bus, baby,” Chet said as he flicked his tongue at me without taking his eyes off the game.
    I pretended to gag. “This place smells like ass.”
    Chet took an obnoxious sniff of the air around him. “Just how we like it. Ass is my favorite flavor.”
    I stepped away from the laughter, taking my bags with me, and claimed the back room, which was also the only room on the bus. Fuck ‘em! They could have the bunks that lined the hallway.
    Taking a peek into the one bathroom on board, I cringed when I realized how small it was. Sharing a tiny-ass bathroom with three disgusting males wasn’t going to be fun, but I was getting paid and that was all that mattered. As long as I could make it through the rest of the tour, I was golden.

     
     

     
     
     
     
     
    My eyes follow ed the curve in her back. Long blond hair teased her ass crack as she rolled her hips. The sounds of slapping skin filled the small space, and the smell of sweet perfume and lust filled me.
    She smiled down and her full lips were inviting. She was beautiful and sexy—erotic. Just looking at her got me hard. My cock pressed against my jeans and begged for release. Reaching down, I palmed my hardness and imagined for a brief moment I was the one she was riding.
    Leaning up, she threw her head back. Her face contorted into one of sweet anguish. There was nothing hotter than a woman in the midst of an orgasm.
    “Fuck , yes, Chet. I’m coming!” she called out.
    The bus started to shake as she sped up. Chet’s fingers dug into her hips as he took over from beneath her and impaled her fast and hard.
    “That’s right, baby. Come all over my cock,” he demanded.
    It was then that I turned away and made my way back to the front of the bus. His voice knocked me from my imagination and I couldn’t look any longer. My dick shrunk in my jeans and my balls ached.
    As soon as I sat, Constance and Finn came barging onto the bus.
    “Where’s Chet?” Constance asked.
    She had her hair pulled up in a messy bun. Strands of pink and blond fell down around her face. It was sexy. Of course the cut-up top and holey jeans she was wearing didn’t help. She was thicker than most girls, which gave her curves for days. I wanted to run my fingers down her side and over her hips. I wanted to fill my hands with her luscious ass, but I couldn’t. She wasn’t like the groupie girls that came on the bus and practically rubbed their asses on us. She wasn’t having it, and I was glad because I wasn’t sure I could turn her