Perfect For Me: Road To Whatever (Perfect for Me #1)(10)

“Oh no Kelly, he tried again,” Mandy chokes out. I nod and step into her arms as she closes the door. “I told him not to.”

“What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I want him,” I sob.

“You want what you want Kit,” Mandy sighs.

“What do I want,” I whine.

“I don’t know honey. You tell me,” Mandy coos as she rubs my hair.

“I want someone that only wants me, Mandy. You know, someone that needs me so much no one else will do. Someone that won’t be able to be with anyone else because I am all he thinks about,” I sniffle. “Someone that will never leave me because he loves me so much. That’s not Linc. He is probably with some girl right now trying to forget me. I can’t ruin us for him to find out he doesn’t need me as much as I need him. I need someone perfect for me.”

“As crazy as that sounds, I know Linc and I know you and it makes perfect sense. I hope that what you want is out there Kitty because you of all people deserve it.”

“I hope so too,” I snort, “I hope I can see it when I find it.”





CHAPTER Three


“So we all agree she totally killed it last night,” I ask the band as we sit in Mandy’s garage where we rehearse.

“I told you she would,” Crush croons.

“I agree, I think we found our singer,” Mitch replies.

“Yeah, I agree she was by far the best we have seen yet and her song was killer,” Sleep adds in. “Not to mention she is total eye candy.”

I try to ignore the last part of Sleep’s comment. But the first part reminds me of the song Crush played with Kitty last night that made her smile like crazy. I was kind of jealous but I want to know what the song was. “Crush man, what was with the drum solo and the song last night,” I ask trying to play it cool.

“Oh dude, sorry about that I was just in the moment, you know. It was the first song I ever wrote and she kind of helped me with it. She actually plays it better than I do but don’t tell her I said that,” Crush chuckles.

I try to swallow down the jealousy. I spent the whole night trying to remember if I had ever seen Kitty with Mandy and Chris when we were younger. The most I could push around in my brain was dropping them off and picking them up at this big house sometimes. I remember once in a while catching a glimpse of their friend who the house belonged to from a distance. I was always in a rush to get back to my own friends back then.

I haven’t been able to get Kitty off my mind and this morning when that guy showed up I wanted to throw him out. Seeing Kitty half naked in front of him did all types of crazy things to me. He seemed just as pissed as I was, but Kitty, she stood there like it was normal to be naked in front of guys.

I mean she had on a t-shirt but it was barely covering her ass. I could see her cute little pink panties peeking from underneath. I wanted to push Linc out the door and then throw her up against it until she promised she was mine, while I was balls deep inside her.

And this has been the madness going through my head all morning. I barely know the girl and I not only want her but I want to mark her in every way I know how, to make her mine.

Last night seeing the way she reacted to my touch and the shivers I felt run through her each time my lips brushed her skin was like a drug. I had to fight with everything I had not to pin her to Mandy’s couch and show her why she had no business drinking so much and following me back to Mandy’s alone. Show her why if she were mine I would never let her out of my sight, certainly not in a club all by herself. At least that was what I was thinking last night before that guy showed up this morning.

“So I guess we have a lead singer,” Mitch says, snapping me out of my thoughts. “And we still agree no one touches Kitty, right?”

I don’t fail to notice Mitch points that comment towards me and not Crush. I am not making any promises. Not after spending time with Kitty last night and surely not after my talk with that douchebag this morning. I asked him if Kitty was his girlfriend and the asshat told me, “Not yet, but soon.” When I smiled at him and told him good luck with that he growled at me to stay away from her. I have no intentions of staying away from her.

“Rage man, think with your head on your shoulders and not the one in your pants, man. This is the band,” Mitch warns.

I have to take time to think about that one. Mitch has a point, with my dad on my back giving me ultimatums I have a lot more to consider. As much as Kitty’s presence has stirred something new in me I have to remember the band.

“Fine,” I grumble. He has a point this is the band, one of the most important things to me. I would never mess things up for the guys because I can’t keep it in my pants.

“So where is she?” Sleep asks.

“I don’t know. I thought that was her bike outside,” I shrug. I was sure I heard that sweet bike of hers revving up outside about ten minutes ago.

I was shocked to see her ride was a bike but I was seeing red when I saw her climb on the back while that douche drove. I expected her to have some cute little coupe or something. I have to admit I would love to see her on that bike by herself. I was almost tempted to make an excuse to go out there when I first thought I heard the bike come back.

“Her bike,” Sleep quizzes.

“Yeah, a pink and black Ducati,” I reply.