Fully Loaded

by Hissong, Theresa

  Fully LOADED

  By

  Theresa Hissong

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright © 2015 Theresa Hissong

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  Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents, and music are all products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. The events are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to characters, actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, are also entirely coincidental and are products of the author’s mind.

  Author Note: This book is produced solely for entertainment purposes. The idea for the story began from a conversation between the author, Theresa Hissong, and bassist, Matt DiRito. Please remember, that these events are not real, and are the product of the author’s imagination. The events in the following book have no bearing on Matt’s disposition (personal character), ideas, thoughts, or actions.

  Due to the content of this book, it is for mature audiences 18+ only.

  Photo Credit:

  David Wilson

  Cover Design:

  Custom eBook Covers

  Editors:

  Anita Nichols

  Heidi Ryan

  Formatting:

  Wayne Hissong

  Please note that proceeds from this book will go toward the charity, Star Treatments.

  To find out more about this charity, please visit www.startreatments.org or www.facebook.com/startreatmentsorg

  For more information or how to contact Theresa Hissong, please visit:

  http://authortheresahissong.com

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  Dedication:

  Matt DiRito

  You will always be my #ManCrushMonday

  “Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive.”

  ~Anaïs Nin

  Rebecca Martin

  A special congratulations goes out to Rebecca Martin for naming the character in Fully Loaded. Over one hundred names were submitted in a contest on my Facebook page and after all was said and done, the name Rebecca suggested - Donovan - was chosen to be our character’s name.

  Thank you Rebecca for your excitement over the past several months while we prepared for Donovan to meet the world.

  I appreciate and thank you for all of your help!

  Christy Windham

  To my sweet sister…You became an angel too soon.

  1969-1986

  Other books by Theresa Hissong:

  A Glory Days Production:

  Sing To Me

  Save Me

  Deliver Me

  A Glory Days Awakening:

  Wait For Me

  Take Me

  Accept Me

  A Glory Days Reunion:

  Understand Me

  Beg Me

  Break Me

  A Glory Days Finale:

  Need Me

  Burn Me

  Finish Me

  Warriors of the Krieger:

  Blood & Roses

  Memphis S.W.A.T

  It Takes Two

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  The place was packed to the walls with people from all walks of life. Women dressed in clothing that was either too tight, or designed for someone twenty years younger than the wearer. Men mingled around, beers in hand. Couples were meeting up, for more than just the concert. I cringed when I thought about some poor woman waking up with one of these men who were steadily flowing through the crowd, most likely not caring for the music, but more to pick up an easy lay.

  The first band was already on stage belting out their one and only release, hoping that would make sales skyrocket, opening for one of the best rock bands to hit the scene in the last few years. I’d heard of the band that was currently on stage and these guys were really good. I hoped that they succeeded, because they really deserved it.

  A guy with a multitude of trashy tattoos brushed against my arm as I walked toward the bar, hoping I could just get a bottled water. I shivered from the contact as the man smiled. Well, at least tried to smile, but he was missing over half of his teeth and his hair looked as if it hadn’t been washed in a few weeks. I shivered and averted my eyes from the creepy guy’s gaze.

  After getting the bartender’s attention, I paid for my overpriced water and found Kiera waiting for me just a few feet away. People were just starting to fill the space on the floor in front of the stage. Waves of fans pressed their bodies together, squeezing and pushing against each other, trying to get as close as possible.

  My best friend shamelessly pulled me until we were finally within five feet of the stage, just as the first band was finishing their set. I groaned from the hint of mischief in her eyes, because I knew she wasn’t going to let me sit at the bar alone. I couldn’t get away if I tried. Bodies were pressing close, pushing us closer and closer to the stage. We stood through one other band, watching and singing along for the half hour they had allotted for their time.

  Kiera was chatting with some stranger to her left, while I waited for this show to be over. It’s not that I didn’t like going to concerts. I loved them, truly did, but I wasn’t feeling it tonight.

  The lights dimmed, a soft sheen of smoke filtered from somewhere behind the drum kit, like a fog sent to capture those who were helpless against it. People around me were chanting the band’s name, hoping that would convince them to come on stage sooner than planned.

  When the music started, my heart sped in anticipation. I’d forgotten how exciting it was to be this close to the stage at a concert. It was like old times; Kiera and I being out, letting our hair down, and watching a live show. This was what I needed, because we hadn’t gone out in ages.

  Closing my eyes, I let the music wrap around me, enveloping me in the euphoria of the moment. The song began, and I smiled while I stood inside the crowd of sweaty, drunken people. A guitar wailed and the music took me to a place far away from the hustle and bustle of my life. It felt good to be myself for once. Heather Rose, the woman, came out to play tonight instead of Ms. Rose, high school history teacher.

  It wasn’t until my eyes opened, and I looked upon the stage, that I saw him.

  His hair was dark, long, and straight. His eyes were as blue as the deepest part of the ocean, very similar to my own. The band’s bassist looked like a walking orgasm. His hair cascaded down like a black waterfall, covering
most of his back. His eyes were on me, captivating me…devouring me. We were locked in a battle of heated gazes, not once looking away from each other. My pulse thundered under the pebbled skin on my neck and my sex thrummed with every note he played. It felt like my body was his instrument. An instrument he mastered with his long, skillful fingers. My sex clenched…my body heated. I wanted him and from the fire in his eyes, I knew he wanted me, too.

  In the crowd, people shifted, but I was locked in place. Bodies gyrated to the music, people sang along, but I was frozen by the beautiful man who was just…there. Legs were spread in a stance that he must’ve practiced, or came naturally, I couldn’t tell. Occasionally, he’d thrash his head from side to side. A strand of long, black hair caught in his short beard, and my hands itched to tuck it behind his ear.

  My best friend shook me, screaming, “Oh my GOD!”

  Her outburst caused my brain to snap back to attention. The blush that heated my cheeks was embarrassing to say the least. Once the connection was broken, he moved away to begin the next song.

  “He is so hot,” Kiera swooned, as the song ended. “He totally wants you!”

  “No, he doesn’t,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at my best friend. She was secretly a romantic at heart. “Maybe I look like someone he knows.”

  “Bullshit, Heather,” she laughed. “Look at you!” Kiera made an exaggerated movement with her hands, like she was sizing me up. It made me very uncomfortable.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I gaped at her. She was looking at me like I was some porn star.

  “You’re blonde, tall,” she began, then continued to tick things off on her fingers. That really pissed me off. I didn’t like to stand out, but obviously I did. “You have big tits, you wear your clothes like a damn super model. You have no idea how gorgeous you really are. Look around you!”

  My cheeks flamed when I did as my best friend suggested. I noticed guys staring after me. If I moved a certain way, so did their eyes. Some of their lustful gazes caused a creepy shiver to roll up my spine. I found myself moving closer to Kiera as the next song started, bringing my attention back to the stage.

  I wouldn’t have even come here if Kiera had not pulled me from my apartment. I’d tossed on my favorite skinny jeans, and a black, sparkly tank top. On my feet, I slid into a comfortable pair of heels that would make a hooker jealous. She was right to drag me out, I now admit. I was actually having a great time.

  Of course, I liked the band that was playing. Ares Revenge was everywhere. Their music was on the radio, commercials, and I’d even heard one of their songs played when I was watching a hockey game with some friends a few weeks prior.

  If someone would’ve told me that I would be having eye sex with their bassist, Donovan Milano, while he was on stage, I would’ve called them a liar. Oh, that was definitely eye sex, for sure. The wetness between my thighs was a dead giveaway.

  Holy hell, what was I doing? I wasn’t some fucked up groupie! I sure as hell wasn’t a whore who’d jump in the sack with a man I didn’t know, even if it was the hot-as-hell bassist up on that stage.

  My raging female hormones disagreed. Traitorous bitch!

  Absently, I licked my lips as my eyes traveled up his arms. The corded muscles flexed with his every movement. He wore black jeans and a top that was ripped all to hell. The sides split down to the seam, and if he moved the right way, his nipple would peek out. I had the sudden urge to circle it with my tongue.

  The girls around me, who probably weren’t old enough to be swooning, were screaming his name in hopes that he’d reach out and touch their hands. I was a little further back, so touching him was not a possibility. Plus, if he did touch me, I’m pretty sure I would’ve melted into my shoes, right where I stood.

  “Here he comes,” Kiera giggled in my ear. Donovan was making his way back to my side of the stage. When our eyes met again, I didn’t miss the quick wink that was directed towards me. Of course, the girls around me thought it was for them. I was almost to the point of believing the wink was for someone else, until he pointed straight at me as he sang his backup vocals. The words out of his mouth caused my heart to race into overdrive.

  I took a chance and blew him a kiss, which to my utter disbelief, he caught in his hand and pressed it to his heart. Kiera made a strangled noise in the back of her throat that caused me to laugh. Damn, it felt good to do that. It’d been so long since I had cut loose.

  They were four songs into the set and it felt like the night was getting away from me. I suddenly didn’t want it to end. Being here, watching them play, was better than I’d ever imagined. Getting lost in the moment, I raised my hands in the air and shifted my hips to the beat of the song, my mouth opened, and I sang along with the band and the crowd around me. Kiera used her hip to bump mine in approval.

  Kiera was so different than myself. She was naturally beautiful, and although she told me constantly that I was a hottie, I still envied her for who she was as a total package. Where I was soft-spoken, Kiera would chew you into a million pieces in thirty seconds flat if you crossed her wrong. Her fire-engine red hair was natural, and so was her spunk! Her eyes would shift to a dark emerald when she was angry. That girl turned away more men than she showed interest in on any given day.

  “He’s looking at you again,” Kiera yelled in my ear.

  I didn’t reply to her statement because my eyes were locked on his. Those deep blue eyes bore into my soul like he was trying to memorize everything about me so that he could recall it later.

  He sang his part of the sultry song and used one finger to point directly at me again. The lyrics were directed toward me, causing me to blush. Damn, this was a whole new style of flirting. I didn’t think another man would be able to top it. Donovan had it going on…on several different levels.

  His eyes, those little piercings just under his bottom lip, that ring through his nose, and the hair…all of it made a delicious package I could see myself getting lost in. If the saying about big hands applied to him, I’m sure he’d be a complete package.

  Holy fuck! What was I doing? My inner whore was alive and well tonight. I had to keep reminding myself that I was going home alone tonight. Donovan ‘sexy-as-fuck’ Milano would not be in my bed.

  I really needed to get a life!

  The song ended and the band members all grabbed for bottled waters, tossing them back before the next song began. I studied him, the way his lips pressed into the plastic bottle, molding around the rim. My eyes fixated on his throat as he swallowed the liquid. The movement was enticing me, calling to me. My thighs throbbed with desire as I imagined tracing his throat with my finger, just feeling the soft skin of his neck.

  He set the bottle down and turned toward the crowd, his eyes landing on me. The corner of his lips kicked up in a wicked smile that sent out a promise of things to come. Kiera was right, he wanted me. As heat pooled between my legs and my nipples hardened in my bra, I knew that I wanted him too.

  He mouthed one word that sent my body into overdrive…”Beautiful…” There was no missing that the comment was meant for me.

  As the crowd disbursed, I found myself feeling lost. I’d never see him again and the thought severely depressed me. Kiera was still going on and on about his flirting and that I should try to find him.

  “He’s a rockstar, Kiera,” I said, exasperated. “He probably has a woman in every city.” That was the real problem with lusting over him. I’d be just another notch on his very large bedpost. I was not a band whore, nor would I ever be one.

  “Still,” she shrugged, pulling her keys from her pocket. “Damn, Heather. Live a little.”

  “Easy for you to say,” I laughed and bumped my shoulder against hers. It really was great to get out with her again.

  We made our way to the entrance, dodging a few drunk guys who were trying to help each other out of the venue. I really hoped they’d be taking a cab.

  Out on the sidewalk, we turned left to head down the side of th
e building toward the parking lot to the north. People walked and talked animatedly about the concert. Women gushed over the men on stage. I, on the other hand, was trying to forget the sexual tension between me and the bassist. I had to shake him from my mind. Everything about him was just so…intense.

  There was an iron gate up ahead that was opened for the back of the venue. Two tour buses and several vans were parked inside the area. I kept my head down, not wanting to look for him. I just didn’t want to think about him. It was a stupid fantasy and I had to keep reminding myself of that fact. I blamed Kiera for pushing the issue and making me imagine all kinds of wicked things about the bassist.

  As we approached the gate, a commotion behind us caused Kiera to turn. Her shout of alarm was short-lived as a behemoth of a man crashed into my right side, throwing my body to the left. I gasped out in shock, more than from pain, and tried to throw my hands out to keep myself from falling on my face.

  Huge, warm hands grabbed my arms, spinning my body so that I landed into a solid chest. A glorious scent washed over me, causing my body to respond in a way I hadn’t felt in a very long time. I heard a voice curse, and then the deep timber shouted, “Watch where you’re going, asshole!”

  Looking up into the blue eyes of my savior, I gasped when I saw it was him…the bassist.

  “Name,” he demanded.

  “W…what?” I asked, still in shock from being plowed into from the jerk running down the sidewalk.

  “I asked your name, beautiful,” he smiled, but his voice was commanding. “Tell me.”

  Holy hell.

  Chapter 2

  As his deep blue eyes bore into mine with a desire that caused an ache between my legs, my eyes roamed his beautiful face. This man…this tall, sexy man, wanted my name. Shaking my head, I met his stare. “Heather,” I whispered. “Heather Rose.”