“And have.” She gave them a fake frown.
“We can walk away,” I told her. “We can leave them to their cakin’ and find someplace else to stand.”
“Right? It’s just that I came with my mother.” She thumbed in the direction of the stage. “This is her favorite musical group. She’s the one who convinced the festival committee to invite them back. And Bayliss couldn’t make it, so I came with her.” She turned around. Her mother was literally at the edge of the stage.
“Mrs. Alisha ain’t thinkin’ ’bout you, Church. She’s here for Londynville Steel. She left you,” Mari joked.
“She did. But she’s up there with Collins and Beck.”
“Jonesy!” My name rang through the crowd in a loud, high-pitched, feminine squeal. A few seconds later, Jenna came into view.
Lex shook his head. “Dawg. You can’t go nowhere in this town without your fan club finding you.”
Mari shook her head. “Should’ve kept it in your pants.”
She wasn’t lying. None of the pussy I’d fallen into since arriving in Jackson Falls was worth all the drama it invited. I mean, I’d had a good time with Jenna and Kylena, but not good enough to have to keep dealing with her thirsty ass.
“Always this little foursome, huh?” she questioned when she was close enough to take us in. “Hey.” She gave me a hug that was a lot of titty rubbing on my chest.
I broke contact quickly. “What’s up?”
“That’s what I’m tryna see.” She hit me with a seductive look.
Before I could respond, Kylena slid through the crowd and landed at Jenna’s side. “Hey, Jones.”
“What’s up, Kylena?”
“I told him, that’s what we’re tryna see.” Jenna informed her obvious partner in crime.
“You looking to have an encore performance with us?” Kylena asked me. She gave me soft eyes and placed the tip of her pointed fingernail in her mouth.
Instead of being turned on, I kind of wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. I’d felt like I’d been making headway with Church ever since the night we watched that movie together. She was less hostile and judgy with me. She’d been way more open and friendly. She actually came into the production room when my guys and I were working. She talked to us, asked us questions, and even brought us out snacks and drinks. Now, here was my past and bad decisions in her face where they couldn’t be ignored.
“I think he’s dealing with this one now.” Jenna jammed her finger toward Church.
Kylena gave Church the up-down. “Shit, as thick as she is, and she gotta pretty face? Tell her to bring her ass on. I wanna know what she tastes like.”
My gaze flew to Church just in time to see her eyes widen in surprise. Kylena kept talking. “I’ll strap up. Me and Jones can handle the two of ya.”
“I don’t think she parties, Ky.”
“That’s cool. I love virgins. I hit ’em with this tongue ring, put it right on the clit, and they never look at men the same . . . Shit, women either.” Kylena laughed at her own joke.
“I’m sure you’re fabulous with your tongue ring, but Jones ain’t no slouch with his, either. Thanks for the offer, but I’m good.”
I tried not to choke on my own spit. I couldn’t believe she said that shit. I didn’t even have a tongue ring. Jenna’s eyes clouded over then hardened. “So y’allarefucking,” she spat.
Church turned and walked away from us. I looked at Jenna. “I don’t have a tongue ring. She was fucking with you because you were fucking with her.”
“Why do you care who Jones is fucking anyway?” Kylena asked her. “You’re fucking me, . . . and we only fuck together.” Kylena narrowed her eyes. “Let me find out you’re fucking around on me, Jenna.”
“I’m not. I’m not. I was tryna see if he wanted to party with us. I wasn’t trying to have him to myself.”
I didn’t necessarily believe her, but Kylena seemed to. “Let us know if you wanna link.” Kylena winked at me. “Especially if you can get ol’ girl with the fat ass to join.”
“I don’t want her to join,” Jenna fumed.
“Don’t be selfish,” Kylena admonished as the two of them walked away.