Chapter 4
Austin
Groupies get special perks.
My words from the night before rang in my ears, making me groan out loud. Heat pumped into my cheeks, and when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I buried my flaming face in my pillow.
What was that? My best hussy impression? Could I have been more blatant in the art of throwing myself at a hot guy if I’d tried?
Groupies get special perks—a line even lamer than I carried a watermelon, which was saying a lot. On the upside, I hadn’t rubbed all over Liam’s delicious body. Not for lack of desire, because—holy macaroni—had those jeans hugged his muscular legs in all the right places, making me want to fall on my knees and worship them. Just the thought of them made my d**k want to come out and say “hello.”
“Stand down,” I muttered to it.
With my fa
