On the Road: (Vagabonds Book 2) (New Adult Rock Star Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Yeah, I got some.’  And he dug in his suitcase and pulled out a pipe and a bag of some premium shit.  Oh, my God.  I asked the right person.  So, before I know it, I’m high and halfway drunk and somehow Liz wound up there too.  And I look up, and Barbie’s feeling Kelly up and then she starts kissing her.”  She sat up on the bed, clutching the comforter up to her face.  “Do you promise not to hate me if I tell you something?”
    “Why the hell would I hate you, Vicki?”
    She bit her bottom lip before she spat it out.  “It was fucking hot.  I’d had just enough that I wasn’t feeling any pain, and I just didn’t give a shit.  I didn’t even realize my hand was in my panties until Andrew said, ‘Maybe one of us can do that for you.’  I swear to God, my eyes had to be the size of the sun.  So he’s unzipping my pants; Liz is massaging my shoulders; and I’m watching Kelly and Barbie really go at it.  Holy shit.  And it just escalated from there.”  I raised my eyebrows.  Yeah, sounded like definitely a good time was had by all.
    “I can’t remember for sure, but I’m pretty positive Andrew actually stuck his dick in all of us at least once.  I think Barbie took it up the ass even, but I’m fuzzy about all that.  All I know was this morning, Barbie was curled up next to Liz and had her hand on her boob.”  Something tickled the back of my brain, some hidden truth, but I couldn’t quite reach it at the moment.  “Kelly was already gone, and this morning, she acted like nothing ever happened—like she forgot.”
    “Maybe she wants to forget.”  Kelly seemed like the type who might need more time to ease into the sex part of the rock-and-roll triad.  Sounded like they’d already conquered it and the drugs.  We’d made record time.  I was the only one who’d failed miserably.
    “Maybe.”
    I couldn’t help myself, not since she’d been the one to broach the subject.  “So…what are all those marks on you, Vicki?”
    “ Marks? ”
    “Yeah—like cigarette burns on your arms.”
    “Shit.  That finally came back to me.  I lit a cigarette and I was feelin’ no pain.  I wanted to see if I could feel it if I put them out on my arms.  And I couldn’t.  Well, I couldn’t last night.  I sure as hell can feel them now.”
    “What about the bruises and…”  I stopped myself.  The hickeys, in light of what she’d told me, were self-explanatory.
    “I dunno.  I think maybe we got a little rough.  It was all in fun.”
    I hoped so.  But I worried about my friend.  As much as I liked to skirt the edge and thought that experimenting might be fun, it seemed like an essential component not to her happiness but to her being.  And that worried me.  It worried me a lot.
    * * *
    Well, it might have made me concerned about my friend, but not so much that a few hours later I wasn’t doing the same damn thing.  She’d stolen some of Andrew’s stash on her way out of his room—the stuff she’d coined “premium shit”—and we went in the bathroom and turned on the vent before toking up.
    But she also had a pint of peppermint schnapps—where she’d scored that , I’d never know.  And it wasn’t long before we were laughing and giggling and flying high.
    I wasn’t bored anymore.
    But, by the time we got to the venue, I was fucked up.  I wanted to practice on my guitar, just to make sure I could play it, to make sure I could still figure out how to make it work in my altered state, but I couldn’t.  Vicki just laughed and laughed and got in my face and so I found a restroom and locked the door.  The first thing I did was splash cold water on my face.  I needed a jolt to my system and that helped.  I managed to avoid my eyes so my mascara didn’t run but everything else got a good splash.  Then I jumped up and down and shook my arms around, hoping to clear my head.  You can do this, Kyle.   When I left the bathroom, Vicki asked if I wanted another hit