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Friday, March 7
Athens, Georgia

“Mom. Dad. This is my … uh … boyfriend. Toombs. Jeff.” Jinx inhales sharply. “You can just call him Toombs.” She steps aside in the hallway of her parents’ modest home to reveal every parent’s worst nightmare: me.

Jinx’s dad is a hulk of a man. Thick around the middle and almost as tall as he is wide, he looks me over from head to toe. There’s plenty for him to inspect, all of it … colorful. He takes his time slicing me open like broken glass. I steel myself for the impending questions—or maybe downright insults—and hang the closest thing I got to a smile on my face. Offering my right hand to her father, I say, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Donato.”

His gaze lingers at my throat. “Boyfriend, huh?” He practically spits the words. His voice is gruff. His glare piercing. His grip firm. I flex, pumping a little extra muscle into the shake, and wait for him to let go before I do.

He turns to his wife and gestures to his neck as if I’m fucking invisible. “What’s this about?” The thick Jersey accent adds an extra layer of grit to his charming personality.

Jinx steps between us. “Daddy …” She’s small against him. Overshadowed.

He shakes his head and waves off her warning as he pulls her into his arms for a bear hug. His scowl melts into a drive-by smile.

“Be nice,” she says softly in his ear.

“I am bein’ nice, baby girl,” he grumbles.

I resist the urge to rub the gash tattooed to my throat.

Her mom scoots around the father-daughter reunion and opens her arms to me. “Welcome, Toombs,” she says.

“Oh.” Hug. Flinch. I pat her awkwardly. “Thanks for inviting me over.” I back up in a hurry when she lets go.

Mrs. Donato is an older, rounder version of Jinx. Kind brown eyes, a warm smile, light hair. Her southern accent is music to my ears in the sea of Yankee attempting to drown me.

“We’re happy to have you. Gianna told us you were in her band, but she didn’t say you were dating.” She grins at her daughter and messes with a few of Jinx’s blond strands. Jinx smiles shyly.

A couple seconds of awkward silence fill the hall. Mr. Donato crosses his arms and exhales loudly. I refuse to let him win the staring contest we got going between us. Mrs. Donato wipes her hands on the towel draped over her shoulder. “Come in and make yourself at home. I’m just finishing dinner.”

She leads us to a small living room. A big, clunky TV, circa 1985, a bare coffee table, and a framed picture of Mary holding baby Jesus are the main attractions. Rich garlic, basil, and stewing tomatoes fill the air from the adjacent kitchen. My stomach rumbles. Haven’t eaten since we left New Orleans this morning.

“Boys,” Jinx’s father yells. “Come ’ere. Yuh sistuh’s home.”

A few seconds later, stampeding feet hammer down the hall toward us. Jinx hugs the three tanned, dark-haired guys and introduces them as Sam, Johnny, and George. They nod at me. I nod back.

Sam gives Jinx a once over. “Look at our little sister, hittin’ the big time. I been listening to the rock station out of Atlanta, waitin’ to hear your song.”

George laughs. “He calls them every day, asking when they’re gonna play it, but they don’t know nothin’ about it.”

My girl blushes. “We haven’t recorded the new album yet. But soon.”

“I’ll keep callin’.” Sam winks.

A younger kid appears in the doorway, his brown hair a floppy mess. This is Mikey, the one Jinx and I FaceTimed with the other night. He’s the reason we’re here, and the one I’m most interested in meeting.

“Mikey,” Jinx gushes.

“Hi, Gianna,” he says.

The tightness in her shoulders fades, and her smile broadens past her mouth, up to her hairline, and out to her ears. She’s fucking beautiful when she smiles for real like this. “Can I get a hug, little brother?” she asks.

“Yeah.” He turns his chin into a shoulder, muffling his nasally voice. No eye contact with her or anyone else. From what Jinx told me, he doesn’t do well with changes to his routine. Me being here probably freaks him out. Mikey’s a frightened animal looking for an excuse to bolt. I can totally relate.

Jinx approaches slowly with both hands lifted. He rocks back and forth on his heels as she closes. She lays her arms around him gently and keeps the embrace short. He seems relieved when she pulls away.

“I missed you,” she says.

“Yeah.” He focuses on the wall.

“Tomorrow’s the big day.” She reaches back toward me. “Toombs came for the recital too. You cool with that?”

“Yeah.”

All attention shifts to me. I wander over and wind my fingers between hers. She squeezes.

“How you doing, Mikey?” I ask.

“Good,” he replies. He stares at my feet for a few seconds and then heads down the hall.

Yep. Definitely freaked him out.

“Dinner should be ready in about half an hour,” Mrs. Donato says. “Have a seat and relax. Gianna can put on the TV for you, Toombs.”

“That’s okay.” I sit on the clear plastic-covered couch as the rest of the family retreats to the kitchen.

Jinx’s brow furrows. “I’m just gonna check on Mikey,” she says. “Be right back.”

I nod and stare after her ass with a sigh.

The house is small but cozy with cracks in the molding, worn carpet in high traffic areas, and faded, out-of-style drapes. Jinx’s parents must’ve owned the place for a while. Ass-loads of pictures hanging on the wall to the right paint a visual timeline of their six kids’ lives from birth to the present.

The four eldest brothers—including the one who isn’t here today—are all boy: football uniforms, baseball caps, and fish dangling from poles. Mikey sits behind a piano in most of his photos, even the ones from when he was a little kid.

Jinx’s early pictures feature lots of pink and fluff, but the later ones are less frou-frou. I get up to inspect a series of high school marching band photos of her in uniform with a snare drum at her hip. The grip on her sticks is knuckle-white tight, her smile subtle. Stunning in that shy, quiet way of hers.

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Written by Kendall Grey
Hochgeladen May 19, 2021
Notes On a break from touring and recording, Toombs Badcock and Jinx Hardwick from the band Killer Buzz Float make a trip home to Athens, Georgia where they must deal with Jinx's overprotective parents and Toombs's past with their guitarist. Hot BDSM sex ensues ... with a little help from Jinx's belt.

This short story includes characters from Kendall Grey's wildly popular, hardcore "Hard Rock Harlots" erotica books. Best read after BEATS but can be enjoyed without knowledge of the series.
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