by Tania Sparks
We lie there in silence, happy in each other’s arms. Ash, sounding much more sober, whispers to me, “Did you really make it clear to Richard that you two are over Angel?”
I squeeze him tighter, “Of course I did Ash, you’re the only one I want. As far as I’m concerned Richard doesn’t exist. I’m yours Ash. Always have been. Always will be.”
The room is silent for a while then he whispers, “Sorry I over-reacted Angel.”
“That’s okay Ash. I know how it must have looked, but it really was nothing to be concerned about, I promise.”
“I know Angel.” he says as he pulls me in tighter and chuckles as he tickles my ribs, “Besides, you think I’m cute!” he laughs.
“Yes I do Ash, I think you’re cute…I also think you’re sexy, amazing and incredible.”
“I think you’re cute, sexy, amazing and incredible too.” he chuckles. “But Angel, you’re more than just that…you’re my miracle. I never thought I would have you back in my life again...you’re my Angel…sent to me from heaven.” It’s silent for a few minutes and his hold around me starts to loosen. Just when I think he’s drifted off to sleep I hear him murmur softly, “I love you Angel.”
I very quietly whisper under my breath, “I love you too Ash.” Because I suddenly realise that I really do love him. Shit, I’m buggered, if this doesn’t work out I’m going to be left completely broken - again.
Chapter 15
After getting up early and going to Ash’s place to grab his stuff we head to the airport where we meet up with the rest of the band and Lizzie. It’s going to be a long day. We endure a seven hour flight with a short stopover in Dallas, then finally arrive in Jacksonville, Florida. By the time we arrive it’s just after four and the guys have to go straight to sound check for tonight’s concert. Lizzie and I stay behind at the hotel and retreat to our separate suites. Ash tells me he’ll be back in a couple of hours to pick me up before we head off to tonight’s show.
While Ash is gone I make the most of the spa bath and room facilities while I can. We’ll be staying in hotels sometimes, but most times we’ll be staying on the tour bus, which apparently is arriving tomorrow morning to transport us to the next destination.
At just after seven Ash comes back to the hotel, has a quick shower and gets changed. The sound check had gone well and they’re all pumped to kick off the tour to a sold out arena tonight.
The limo takes us to the venue and we make our way to the backstage area and through to the Oblivion dressing room. The place is packed with people. Ash holds me close and guides me through the crowd towards the bar. We grab ourselves some drinks and head over to Scott and Lizzie who are standing chatting. “Hey guys.” I say.
“Hey Eve, hey Ash.” Scott beams.
“Hi.” Lizzie chirps cheerily. “Wasn’t the hotel room pretty cool Eve, that spa bath was to die for!”
“Yeah, it sure was Lizzie.”
“I guess we’d better not get used to it, I think we’re spending more nights on the tour bus with this group of smelly, messy guys than in luxurious hotel suites! ugh!” Lizzie wrinkles her nose in disgust.
“Yeah, I guess so.” I laugh. “I forgot, you’ve travelled with them before haven’t you Lizzie? Are they really that bad?”
“Definitely!” she shrieks, “Think of the worst things you can and then multiply it by ten!” she laughs.
Ash and Scott look totally offended, “We’re not that bad Lizzie!” they both say in unison.
Lizzie raises her eyebrows at them and gives them her best ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look.
Both Scott and Ash start laughing and Ash says, “Well, maybe just a little bit, but we’ll try to keep it under control with two beautiful ladies sharing the space with us.” Him and Scott both chuckle.
I see Pete making his way over to us with a concerned look on his face. I haven’t seen him since we were in San Francisco. Ash had told me that he went back home to New York to spend some time with his sister and her family. As Pete gets closer he nods his head at Scott and Ash, “Hey guys” he says. “Lizzie, Eve, nice to see you two ladies again.”
Lizzie and I both say hi to Pete.
Pete leans over to Ash and whispers something in his ear, too quietly for me to hear.
“Shit!” Ash exclaims loudly as I see him roll his eyes and his whole body tenses. He looks over to me, “Excuse me for a minute Eve, I’ll be back in a sec.”
“Is there a problem?” I ask.
“Nothing for you to worry about.” Ash says sternly as he strides across the room, indicating for Pete to follow.
After a minute or so of intense discussion between Ash and Pete, they both walk back over to us. Ash looks worried but then I get confused when Pete holds out his hand to me, “Why don’t you come with me Eve, I’ll show you where you can watch the concert from tonight.”
Hmmm, something doesn’t seem right. They’re both acting really weirdly. Pete is desperately trying to usher me out of the room as quickly as he can, Scott and Lizzie look completely puzzled and Ash looks slightly panic-stricken. I get the distinct feeling that for some reason they don’t want me here … so I’m determined to stay exactly where I am!
Putting my hands on my hips, I cock my head to the side, squint my eyes and look at Pete suspiciously, “It’s okay Pete, I’m fine here, you can show me later.”
Pete looks over to Ash as if asking what he should do next. Ash shrugs his shoulders and rolls his eyes. Pete walks away shaking his head and disappears out the door.
Scott rests his hand on Ash’s shoulder and queries apprehensively, “Is there a problem Ash?”
Ash leans over to Scott and whispers something in his ear. A amused smile appears on Scott’s face as he chuckles, “Oh fuck, this is going to be interesting!”
“Interesting is not exactly how I would describe it!” Ash blurts.
Scott leans over to Lizzie and whispers something in her ear and Lizzie’s eyes widen in surprise. This is pissing me off, they’re all in on some secret and I’m really getting sick and tired of everyone whispering! Lizzie looks over to me with an uneasy look and then turns to Ash. In her school teacher voice she scolds him, “Ash, surely you had considered this before now!”
“I probably should have, but I fucking didn’t!” he growls.
I’m really getting mad now. I turn to Ash and angrily bark at him, “What the hell’s going on Ash?!”
He turns to me, his face suddenly serious and he says, “Angel, I should have anticipated this and handled it before now, but I didn’t even think! Whatever happens, please remember that you’re the only one for me. There’s just something…or someone…that I need to sort out, and I have a feeling it might get nasty.”
He wraps both his arms around my waist and pulls me in close. I stand up on my tippy toes so we’re nose to nose, I try to gage him suspiciously, but he has never given me any reason to doubt his honesty, so I give him a reassuring kiss on his lips. He nuzzles his face into my neck and whispers in my ear, “I’m yours Angel, and you’re mine.” His candour coupled with his worried expression leaves me wondering whether to be reassured or concerned.
I hear Scott mumble, “Here we go…let the fireworks begin….” Lizzie and Ash both dart their eyes over to the entrance door where Scott’s attention is focussed.
In breezes a platinum blonde, acting like she owns the place. She strides through the room, saying hello to various people along the way giving everyone pretentious air kisses and little waves. She’s obviously well-known amongst this crowd. She has cold grey eyes and a smirk on her face as she looks around assessing the surroundings. She’s wearing a very short red PVC skirt, a black tank top and thigh high black vinyl boots. In one hand she’s carrying an official looking black clip board and has her phone perched in her other hand. Her eyes latch onto Ash and a huge smile spreads across her face. She then moves her focus onto me and her features quickly morph into a wicked scowl. She saunters towards us swaying her hips, continu
ing her hellos to various people along the way. Once she reaches us she pertly says hello to Scott and Lizzie, then completely ignoring me she looks at Ash and purrs, “Hi darlin.” Then she leans in, places her hand provocatively on his chest and gives him a kiss on the mouth! What the fuck!
Ash tries to move away, but she’s too quick. She notices that he tried to avoid her and for a split second confusion crosses her face. Ash steps back from her, pulling me with him and says, “Beth, this is my girlfriend Eve, Angel this is Beth. Beth’s the daughter of the owner of our management company and she’s also our tour manager.” Her eyebrows raise scornfully at Ash’s description of her and a look of disbelief crosses her features. Even though I definitely don’t like this chick, I try to maintain some manners, so I hold out my hand and flatly say, “Nice to meet you Beth.”
She glances down her nose at my hand with a look of utter distaste. She doesn’t shake my hand so I withdraw it and place it around Ash’s waist as I shrug my shoulders flippantly. As if I give a damn if she doesn’t want to shake my hand!
She looks over to Ash, then back to me again, then in a voice full of distain she flicks her fingers dismissively at me and whines, “Okay sweetie, you can go now…scat...Ash doesn’t need a trashy groupie when I’m here to look after him.”
Anger sweeps through me, who the hell does this bitch think she is?
I hear Ash swear under his breath as he tightens his grip on me.
Scott looks over to me and quickly registers the fury on my face, he mumbles, “Holy shit!”
Lizzie’s just standing there looking utterly stunned, her eyes frantically darting between me, Ash and the scowling tramp.
I realise that Nikki, Cody and Hansen have noticed the kafuffle and have wondered over to see what the spectacle is all about.
Ash sternly states, “No Beth, Eve is not a groupie, she’s my girlfriend!”
Beth sniggers, “Ash, we all know you don’t do the whole girlfriend thing. Besides, I know just what you like, so there’s no need for this little sweetie…whatever her name is….” She scans me from head to toe and then tries to roughly nudge her way in between me and Ash.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so angry in my entire life! I’ve had enough of this tramp. Ash is desperately trying to push her away while at the same time grasping onto me. I roughly pull myself away from Ash and take a step closer to the bitch, positioning myself between her and Ash. Ash tries to hold onto me but I shrug him off roughly.
I’ve come across shrews like her before and I know just how to handle her. We’re about the same height, so we’re face-to-face, just inches from each other. We are so close I can smell her cheap perfume. I stab my finger into her shoulder and snarl at her, “Look…Beth is it?..” I rake my eyes disgustingly over her tasteless costume, “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but don’t you dare come in here with your trashy street-walker get-up and talk to me like I’m some insignificant random groupie. I don’t give a fuck if you’re the bloody tour manager, cleaner, roadie or the fucking President for that matter. No-one treats me like that. Also, you’ll do good to remember that Ash is mine and you can keep your fucking hands off him…you think you can remember that …sweetie?”
She stands in shock, eyes wide and mouth gaping. She looks to Ash for support or reassurance.
Ash steps up behind me and puts his hands around my waist possessively. “Beth, Eve’s right, don’t ever treat her like that again, and keep your hands and lips to yourself in the future.”
Her eyes get moist then she scowls at the both of us and snarls, “Whatever! Anyway I have things to do and important things to organise, so just make sure you’re ready to go on stage when you get called or there’ll be hell to pay.” And with that she stomps off with her nose in the air and her clipboard tucked under her arm.
“Holy hell that was intense!” Lizzie exclaims.
“That was fan-fucking-tastic Eve!” Scott laughs.
Hansen and Nikki are laughing having enjoyed the show.
Nikki jokes, “And here was me thinking you were a good girl Eve. You kicked her ass. Maybe under that good girl persona you really are a kick-ass bad girl!”
Cody holds up his hand to high-five me. “That was awesome Eve!” He laughs as we slap hands mid-air.
Ash spins me around and his mouth crashes into mine as he kisses me greedily. He pulls his face away from me and leans back slightly, our bodies still pressed together, but his head is lowered so he’s looking me straight in my eyes, he implores sincerely, “I’m so sorry Eve, I should have told you about Beth before now, please believe me when I tell you she’s insignificant.”
“Yeah, well, from her little performance, I’m guessing you two have had a thing in the past. You definitely have some explaining to do Ash, but you’re mine now, so she’s just going to have to learn to back the fuck off!”
Ash wraps himself around me and whispers into my ear, “You are a bad girl aren’t you Angel. You know, it’s kinda fuckin’ hot when you get all possessive like that.” He grinds into me and I can feel his arousal pressing against my stomach.
I look up to see desire burning in his eyes. I have an overwhelming urge to consume him, I need to connect with him physically and I need to do it now. I need to show him that we belong to each other and no tramp is going to change that. I whisper back to him, “Well, I sorta feel bit possessive…like maybe I need to drag you off somewhere to make sure you know you’re mine.”
A cocky grin spreads across his face. He leans down and his tongue slicks from my jaw to the sensitive spot below my ear, then he nips seductively at my neck. A low rumble emanates from his throat. “You serious Angel? Because if you want me to take you somewhere where I can sink my cock into your hot wet pussy, I’m sure I can arrange it.”
His crude words make my body instantly heat, my heartbeat triples and I take a sharp intake of breath, “Then why don’t you do that Ash.” I challenge.
He growls and grabs my hand, dragging me briskly through the crowd towards a side door. Once we’re inside he locks the door, spins me around and roughly pins me to the wall with his body. We’re inside a small storage room which is not much bigger than a large closet. It’s completely empty apart from a stack of chairs and a broom. It’s dimly lit by a single light hanging from the ceiling. “Are you sure Angel?, having sex backstage at a concert is very ‘rock and roll’ of you.” he sniggers, “I’ve been trying to make a good impression and I don’t want to scare you off.”
I look into his eyes, he must see the intensity and lust reflected in my features because I can definitely feel it coursing through my body like I’m about to explode, “I’m sure Ash. You’re my rock star, and I’m your girl, this is what I want, you are what I want.”
I don’t need to ask him twice. He deftly undoes my jeans, dragging them down my legs along with my panties, completely removing them and flinging them to the ground. My tank top is next as it’s lifted up and over my head, my bra quickly follows. Reaching down he grabs the hem of his t-shirt, rips it off and throws that to the floor too. He undoes his own jeans and slips them impatiently down to his thighs. Then with no foreplay and in one possessive thrust he claims me. I groan in pleasure as he lifts my legs and places them around his hips. He thrusts hard as we both frantically clamber to remove the rest of our clothes. This is definitely hot, but more importantly it’s about claiming each other. I need to mark him, so I latch my lips onto his chest and suck as hard as I can. I drag my fingernails down his back leaving streaks of pink. I pull my lips away to view my handiwork and I see a very obvious purple bruise, I grin and growl, “Mine.” Ash smirks at me shaking his head in mock disbelief and then his lips secure onto my upper breast as he sucks hard leaving me with a matching mark. “Mine.” He growls back with a smug smirk. He continues to plunge into me, my back banging harshly against the wall. This is not gentle love-making, this is definitely fucking, and I love it!
“Are you close Angel?” he gasps.
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sp; “Yeah Ash, I’m just about there, please don’t stop…”
“Oh Angel, I have no intention of stopping. I’m going to keep going until you scream my name.” he chuckles.
I can feel him pulsing inside me, we’re both so close. A warm tingle starts to gather where he’s driving harshly into me, then the pleasure starts to radiate throughout my body. Even my hands and feet start to prickle. My vision blurs and I find it hard to catch my breath, I’m barely coherent. My orgasm builds and I manage to cry out, “Oh Ash, Oh my god Ash, oh, yes…”
“Ohhh, fuck Angel, please tell me you’re there…”
“I’m there Ash ….” I pant.
“Holy fuck Angel!” Ash exclaims loudly.
We both explode, our bodies thrashing together. I can’t tell where my body ends and his body starts, we’re writhing together as the pleasure radiates between us in waves of ecstasy.
I lower my feet to the floor and we lean against each other panting and struggling to catch our breath. Ash slowly withdraws out of me and we both wince at the loss of connection. He pulls a bandana out of his back pocket and we clean ourselves up, discarding the used cloth onto the floor. We put our clothes back on. Ash puts his arm around my waist and tucks me under his arm and unlocks the door. We walk out and he slaps me on the bottom playfully, “Come on my bad girl. It must be almost time for me to go on stage.”
As we make our way back through the crowded room we get a number of smirks and thumbs up from various strangers. I suddenly realise that we probably weren’t very discreet, or very quiet for that matter! Ash grins and mumbles into my ear, “Your first walk of shame Angel?”
