Tulsa Crow

There’s just something about a short, denim skirt riding high on tan legs tucked into a tall pair of cowboy boots. Add a tight, white tee or even a cut-off shirt to show a little—or a lot—of that fine figure and you’ll not just catch my attention, you might even land a date.

Of course, a great face is a bonus, but I see beauty in all types of women. The only thing I’m picky about is a woman who likes to have a good time and feels confident in what the good Lord gave her.

Wallflowers don’t look twice at me, and good girls don’t take me home to meet their daddy. Nope. I’m the guy bad girls cheat on their boyfriends with and mothers slip their numbers to when their daughters aren’t looking.

My reputation precedes me. It’s one I’ve earned notch by notch, gig after gig. At twenty-three, life is more than good. Life is great.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I punch my arms through the sleeves and then buckle my belt. I’m quiet as I settle my snapback cap on my head and reach down to tuck my socks into my boots. I grab them by the top of the leather to tiptoe out. I hate being stranded, but some nights, I get talked into things I just can’t turn down.

Last night, it was Tricia. She sits up on the bed and rests back on her elbows. “Are you sneaking out, Tulsa Crow?”

Annnnnnd, her best friend, Sassie, with an I-E, who mimics Tricia. “Don’t go. It’s Sunday. Let’s sleep in and then maybe we can have a little more fun.”

Checking my back pocket, I find my phone and wallet. Since I got a ride over here, I don’t have my keys. “Sorry, ladies. I have a flight at five. I need to get home to pack.”

Tricia smiles when the sheet slips down. “But it’s only nine.”

Damn, she has great tits.

Sassie tilts her head to the side. “C’mon, Tulsa. Come back to bed. You’re going to be gone for months. Give us something to tide us over until you return.”

Fuck. Yes. Words every man wants to hear.

Tricia adds, “Pleeeease, with me on top this time?”

Unbuckling my belt, I drop my drawers and toss my hat. “Fuck it. Make room in the middle for me, ladies.” I yank my shirt off over my head and dive back in.

Two hours later, I cut across the lawn toward my brother Rivers’s 4Runner. Resting an arm through the open window, he shakes his head.

“Call us when you’re back in town, Tulsa.” When I turn around, the ladies are in the doorway of their apartment, giving me a little wave while Tricia wears the hat I left behind as a souvenir.

“You know I will.” I send each a wink with a little click of my tongue.

Rivers says, “Get in, fucker.”

I nod with a fuckin’ smug smile on my face as I cross in front of the SUV. “You know it.”

After climbing in, I slam the door shut. Rivers takes off before I even have my seat belt on and says, “You know your dick’s going to get you in trouble one day.”

“If by trouble you mean sweet little pussy, then you’re right. It got me in trouble about four or five times last night with the BFFs.”

He laughs, but this is a topic we don’t normally discuss. “You’re a real catch, I tell ya.”

His sarcasm may drip, but he doesn’t get it. “I can’t help that the ladies love me so much.”

“Look, I’m not going to lecture you on your sex life. I’ll leave that to Jet.” He chuckles, knowing our brother loves to give me shit. As the oldest Crow, I guess that’s his job. Rivers is the middle brother, so I’m not sure he feels quite like the dad in the bunch, but he still feels it’s his place to read me my rights when it comes to my life. He asks, “Are you packed?”

“Sure.” Not at all, but it won’t take me long. The minor details aren’t worth mentioning, or we’ll just end up bickering.

“We leave for the airport in less than two hours. Are you ready for LA?”

Our first stadium tour kicks off in two days in California. “I may not have clean clothes, but I’ll be ready to play.”

Rivers has a serious side, but he’s always been there for me not just as a brother but also a friend. It’s good to have your brothers as your best friends. Without them looking out for me, I wouldn’t be able to fuck around like I do. He side-eyes me. “How many girls are you going to love and leave while we’re on the road?”

“How many stops are on the tour?”

Our hands meet in the middle in a fist bump.

I’m not sure if he’s impressed or disappointed when he refers to last night’s escapades by asking, “Two girls, huh?”

“They’ve always been close.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“How well do you know?” I’m not the jealous type, but I don’t hook up with girls my brothers have been with already.

“Not well. I turned them down last year.”

“And Jet?”

He chuckles. “Not his style.” The laughter stops, and he pulls into the carport of the apartment we share. It’s not nice, but it’s what we could afford while playing local gigs before we signed the record deal, and the area is safe. Our lives have changed a lot in the past year. Now that we have money growing in the bank, it’ll be time to move on when our lease runs out in three months. “I don’t really see them as your style either, Tuls.”

“They’re just fun. Don’t worry. They’re already in the past.”

“Be careful. The past has a way of catching up with your future.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” I get out of the vehicle and shut the door. Walking up to our door, I add, “Don’t worry about me, Riv. I’m doing just fine.”

“Whatever you say, but I have a little tip for you. Don’t screw up something good by screwing something bad.” A nod and a chuckle are all I give him before heading inside, straight to my room to shower and then pack.

He’s just being his usual worried self, but his words echo through my mind—the past has a way of catching up with your future. I know that well, given how Jet’s life had turned out. In his case, he couldn’t be happier. In my case, I’m doing fine with no worries. I’m livin’ and lovin’ life.

I’m a rock star with a record burning up the charts. I’m about to go on a sold-out tour opening for The Resistance, one of the most famous bands in the world.

Life can’t get better.

Nope, it can’t.

So, if I’m not worried about my future or my past, then why do my brother’s words about who I’m screwing bother me so much?