Rock Heart

by K. Webster

  “Yeah, bab—uh—Neve,” David says and coughs loudly.

  Neve bends over the back of the booth to retrieve his mug and deliberately brushes her tits over his shoulder. I don’t miss the tense, hungry waves rolling from him. She grabs the mug and sashays back over to the coffee pot. Donnie’s eyes meet mine and he just shakes his head in disbelief. I need more proof, but I feel like there’s something going on between Neve and David.

  Buzzing between Ryan’s thighs startles her and she lets out a surprised yelp. I cover her thigh with my hand and slide it between her legs. Grabbing a handful of her thigh in the process, I pull the phone out and look at who texted her now.

  Mom: Dealing with Jason is a pain. He doesn’t “approve” of your new career choice. I told him to go to hell.

  “Stop being so fucking nosy,” she snaps and takes her phone back away from me.

  “Who’s Jason?” I demand.

  “He’s none of your business. Just like my life is none of your business. Go back to letting your fiancée suck you off for all to hear and leave me the hell alone.”

  Her lips are pursed into an angry pout, and I want nothing more than to pin her against the window she’s leaned on and taste them. Neve sits down beside David, and he throws her a wink. She responds with a happy smile—a smile she used to give me. Yep, they’re fucking all right.

  “What time are we supposed to be at the venue?” I growl. I need to figure out what’s going on for sure before I start throwing out accusations.

  David clicks a few things on his laptop before answering. “The show is at eight, but as soon as we finish breakfast and get ready, we should go check things out. As long as we’re back to the dressing rooms a few hours early, we’re good. Ryan, are you ready to play your first big show?”

  Neve rolls her eyes, and for once, I’m starting to see what I was always too blind to see until now. She’s an ugly person. Even though she is tall with long, dark hair and a rocking body, she’s a terrible person.

  My eyes flick over to Ryan’s petite frame and I can’t help but drink in everything about her. Ryan’s different. She’s beautiful without even trying. Her hair’s all piled up on her head looking messy as hell and all I can think about is yanking the clip out of it. How nice would it feel to have my fingers tangled in it?

  She and David are talking about something, but all I see are her pale, pink lips moving. My cock grows hard as I imagine her lips all over my body. Her small tits jiggle under her tank as she talks, and I fight the urge to pull it down so I can see her nipples. I’d love to have one between my teeth.

  “Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Donnie calls out from across the room.

  I snap my attention to him and flip him off. He’s watching me with a shit-eating grin. Bastard. I look over to see if Neve even noticed what Donnie said but realize that she’s giggling, too enthralled with whatever David’s saying.

  “Excuse me. I need to get out and get ready for tonight,” Ryan says quietly.

  I hesitate briefly so I can stare into her eyes but then drag myself from the booth to let her out. She hurries from the room, giving me an eyeful of her tiny ass hanging out of those shorts.

  Donnie motions me over. I walk over to him and cross my arms.

  “What’s up?”

  “Dude, you have it so fucking bad for her,” he says quietly.

  I widen my eyes and shake my head. “Hardly.”

  He rolls his eyes. “I see it plain as day. You want her. She doesn’t want to want you but she does. Neve doesn’t fucking want you. Why don’t you end things with her and move on anyway?”

  I take a deep breath and exhale loudly. “It’s not that simple. She and I are about to have a ‘come to Jesus’ meeting though. I have a feeling she’s fucking David.” I didn’t mean to voice my thoughts, but I needed to tell someone. I expect him to argue, but he just nods.

  “Exactly, dude. Time to move on. I like Ryan. Neve gets on my every last fucking nerve. She’s a bitch to you and everyone else—well, except for David.”

  “I’ll talk to her after the show,” I grumble, already dreading the inevitable conversation between us.

  “Good, man.” The relief in his eyes is palpable and it makes me realize that I’m not the only one who continually suffers from Neve’s actions.

  “You ready, Ry-Bear?” Donnie asks her as he bounces on both feet. He always gets fucking uncontrollable before a show. I sometimes wonder if he abuses energy drinks or some shit.

  Ryan bites her lip and nods nervously. Neve and David stand suspiciously close together, and I know that, the moment we go on stage, they’ll be all fucking over each other.

  “Don’t worry, Ryan. You’re going to do great,” Bobby tells her smiling.

  She forces a smile at him and then flicks her gaze over to me. I know she wants me to tell her that it will be okay, but I just can’t. If she gives me one of her sweet smiles, I don’t know that I’ll be able to hold back. Who the fuck knows what will happen then? I’ll be better off keeping her pissed at me so I can focus on the show and not fucking up.

  Donnie has my number, because when he sees the asshole look I give Ryan, he knocks me upside the head with his drumsticks and storms off onto the stage. Even Bobby tosses me a look of disapproval as he ushers her out onto the stage with him.

  The next ninety minutes are a blur. I sing my songs perfectly. But that’s because I didn’t fucking look at her once. I almost lost my shit at one point when Donnie yelled into the microphone in the middle of a song, “Chaz is a motherfucking asshole.” The crowds always assume we’re just dicking around, but he’s pissed at me and I deserve it.

  As soon as the show ends, I make a beeline off the stage and head straight down the hallway to the doors where our bus is parked. I’m not in the mood to deal with any of their shit right now. When I open the door, the smell of garlic hits me and my stomach growls appreciatively. Little Sutton is sitting in his baby seat on the floor while June makes what looks and smells like spaghetti.

  “Hey, June,” I greet her and head straight for the shower.

  The shower is a quick one. I want to be ready to get Neve when she gets back from the show and take her away to talk. Quickly, I towel off and wrap it around my waist. I fling open the bathroom door and come face to face with Ryan. She looks nervous, but her eyes drop to my tattooed chest and the look is fleeting as she licks her lips hungrily.

  I quirk up an eyebrow at her. “Need something?”

  She shakes her head as if to clear her mind and narrows her eyes at me. “We should talk.”

  I huff and attempt to move past her. “I’ve got someone else I need to talk to.”

  Both of her hands land squarely on my chest, stopping me from moving. “Don’t go out there,” she whispers.

  Confusion sets in. “Ryan, I don’t understand what’s going on with you. Let me out of here,” I grumble. Grabbing ahold of her shoulders, I attempt to move her out of my way. The slight little thing pushes me into the bathroom and quietly closes the door behind her.

  “You can’t go out there,” she hisses.

  Now I’m getting pissed. “Why the fuck not?”

  “Shhh. Don’t raise your voice,” she says nervously.

  I drop my towel and she quickly looks at the floor while I throw my jeans back on.

  “Goddammit, Ryan. Be straight with me.”

  She sighs heavily. “I don’t want to be the one to tell you this, but I overheard two people having sex and—”

  I push past her and exit the bathroom before she can stop me. Neve’s familiar whimpers are being muffled, probably by his mouth. Ryan grabs my arm, but I shake her off and tear the curtains off David’s bunk.

  And there it is. My motherfucking proof. Neve’s little ass is pointed in the air as she rides my manager. Everything goes in slow motion: Me yanking Neve off him and tossing her onto the floor. Ryan screaming at me to cool the fuck off. David’s naked ass attempting to explain himself. Me attacking him.
Neve calling Ryan a homewrecking whore. Ryan yanking Neve by the hair. A full-on cat fight ensuing. Bobby and Donnie running into the already crowded hallway and playing the police.

  “Calm the fuck down, everyone!” Bobby’s voice booms as he pulls me away from David, who is now rubbing his jaw where I punched him.

  Donnie has Ryan secured with an arm around her waist. She’s shooting death glares in Neve’s direction and now sporting claw marks on her neck. Neve hastily pulls a dress over her head.

  “It’s fucking over, Neve. I can’t believe you were fucking David. For how long?” I demand, Bobby’s tight grip still on my bicep.

  “What does it matter? Ever since that bitch showed up on the scene, you don’t care about me. David and I have regularly been seeing each other for about six months now. And honestly, we wanted to get caught. We’re tired of hiding.”

  My blood boils, and I want them both out of my sight.

  “Get the fuck out. Both of you. Neve, pack your shit up out of my house, and when I get back from this tour, I never want to see you again,” I spit out at her. I then turn to David. “And you, asshole. If you weren’t bound by fucking contract, I would fire your ass. And you can bet that, when it’s time for renewal, you’re gone. You are to correspond to us through email and don’t show your ass up to any of our shows either.”

  David just shakes his head. “You’re making a mistake, man. Can’t you just get past the fact that she doesn’t love you anymore? We all see how you fucking look at Ryan. Why can’t we all be happy and move on?”

  I charge at him again, but Bobby yanks me back. “Happy? You are sleeping with the woman I was supposed to marry—long before Ryan ever came on to the scene. Get out of my motherfucking bus before I drag you out.”

  David has the sense to nod. I jerk out of Bobby’s grip and storm out of the bus to clear my head. The gravel crunches underneath my bare feet as I make my way over to a picnic table. This particular venue has a whole area in the back that’s fenced in, so I don’t have to worry about any crazy fans attacking me in the dark.

  I let the cool Colorado air chill my boiling blood as I consider what just happened. Neve and I broke up. I feel like I should be more upset over the whole thing. Instead, I’m pissed. I feel betrayed, but my heart isn’t broken.

  “You okay?” a soft voice asks. I don’t have to turn around to know that it’s Ryan.

  “Yep,” I clip out.

  She sighs and sits down beside me, handing me one of my T-shirts. I grab it from her and pull it over my head. When our thighs touch, my cock twitches. I turn my head to look at her. The moonlight reflects off her blond hair, making her look ethereal. Her lips are pulled down into a frown. Ryan is different than most chicks. She can be quiet, whereas most women would be trying to get me to talk about my feelings and shit.

  “June made dinner,” she says finally, breaking the silence.

  I turn and straddle the bench to face her. “I’m not hungry.”

  She rolls her eyes and mimics my position. “You just sang your ass off for nearly two hours and had a knock-down, drag-out fight. You can’t tell me you aren’t hungry. I’ll bring you a plate,” she tells me, standing.

  Her belly is in my face and her shirt is just short enough that I can see a sliver of skin above her jeans. I spent the whole night avoiding her, so I never really looked at her. She looks fucking hot tonight. Fitted, dark, skinny jeans hug her thin legs. The white T-shirt she’s wearing almost looks painted on because it’s so tight, and I can see her black bra underneath. Her hair is rocker wild in messy waves and her makeup is dark and dramatic.

  When I look up and meet her eyes, she raises an eyebrow in question. I’ve been such a fucking asshole to this girl and she’s been nothing but a nice person—unlike that bitch gathering her eight fucking suitcases on the bus. Impulsively, I grab her hips and pull her to me. She gasps as her hands fly to my shoulders to steady herself. Before she can ask what I’m doing, I drag my tongue across the visible flesh on her belly.

  “Chaz!” she cries out in surprise but doesn’t move away.

  I take that as an invitation to dip my tongue into her belly button. She whimpers as I swirl my tongue around inside, tasting her sweetness. After moving my hands around to her tiny ass, I give both cheeks a little squeeze. Her fingers slide from my shoulders, along my neck, and into my hair. Grabbing onto her ass, I bring her back down to the bench. Her eyes are trying desperately to silently ask me what’s going on. I don’t know what the fuck’s going on. I just want her.

  “Come here,” I growl and slide my hands underneath each of her thighs, hauling her to me.

  She wraps her legs around my hips as I simultaneously pull her closer. My heart beats wildly in my chest because I want her so fucking badly and I think she wants me too.

  Her hands are still tangled in my hair, and she surprises me by urging me closer to her. I press my lips to her full ones and enjoy the newness of kissing someone different. When I suck her bottom lip between my teeth, she moans into my mouth. My cock is receptive to the sensual sounds coming from her, thickening in response.

  She parts open her mouth and I don’t wait but a second to explore her with my tongue. Another sweet sound escapes her lips, and I deepen our kiss. I’ve pretty much wanted to kiss this girl since the moment I saw her. I’m getting the chance now, and it’s hotter than I could have imagined. My hand slips up the side of her body and I squeeze her tit through her T-shirt.

  “Chaz!” she gasps.

  Our hands are all over each other while our mouths greedily devour one another.

  “God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I admit, squeezing her ass again.

  She throws her head back and moans, giving me access to her neck. I bring my lips to it in an instant and suck her hard. My cock threatens to rip right through my jeans as I imagine fucking this woman all night long.

  A ringing phone interrupts our passionate moment, and before I can stop her, she’s scrambling out of my lap to answer it.

  “Hello?” she asks breathlessly. She tosses an apologetic look my way and retreats toward the bus. “What? Jason, no I’m not fucking anyone,” she says right before she walks out of my earshot and back onto the bus.

  What in the fuck? Ryan has a fucking boyfriend and was two seconds away from letting me bang her on the damn picnic table? Hell no.

  I jump up from the table, once again pissed at my life, and storm to the bus. I step inside just enough to scan the area for Donnie. He sees my look and nods. Minutes later, after I’ve thrown on a pair of shoes, we’re walking down the sidewalk, hopping the fence, and making our way towards a busy street.

  Donnie finally speaks up. “I’m sorry, man, but Neve has never been anything but a toxic bitch. You’ve always deserved better than her.”

  I shake my head at him, still fucking angry as hell. “I don’t even give a fuck anymore about Neve. It’s Ryan. She acts like she likes me but she has a boyfriend? Women in general are just fucking ridiculous. Bobby is a lucky one, because other than June, all women are the same.”

  We see a hole-in-the-wall bar that looks like a good place to get wasted. Donnie opens the door up and we head inside, taking seats at the bar. A burly man that much resembles a fucking lumberjack bustles over to us.

  “Patron. Keep the shots coming. We’ll both take a Red Stripe too,” I order. Donnie and I have been friends for so long that I know he’ll be fine with me ordering for him.

  “Well, that surprises me about Ryan, man. I honestly thought she was a good one. Look on the bright side—now you’re single and can get all the pussy you want,” he laughs.

  I grin at him and pick up the shot the bartender slid in front of me. We toss them back and chase them with our beer. The bartender already has our glasses filled before we even have to ask. Thirty minutes later, when we’re totally shitfaced, a group of women wearing tiaras enter the bar. They make a beeline straight for the bar to place their orders.

  “What’s the
occasion?” I ask the cute brunette with a tiny, pink dress on. Her fake tits are spilling out of the top of her dress. From behind, her hair resembles Neve’s, and I fight the urge to say something nasty to her. But when she flashes me a sweet smile, I remember that she’s just some chick at the bar.

  “It’s my friend’s birthday. She’s twenty-one,” she beams.

  “Lumberjack!” I yell across the bar to our bartender, earning a glare from him. Donnie laughs his ass off from beside me and nearly falls off his barstool. “Put their drinks on my tab tonight.” I throw the brunette a wink.

  The girls all giggle in surprise and surround us. There are five of them. Donnie and I can handle this.

  “Are you all single?” I ask with a slight slur.

  The brunette thrusts her tits in my face. “I am,” she purrs.

  I hook my arm around her waist and pull her to me. “Then it looks like you’re mine for the night,” I growl and squeeze her ass.

  She lets out a squeal but lets me ease her into my lap. “I think we’re going to have some fun,” she whispers, showing me the white pill resting on her tongue.

  I don’t argue when she presses her lips to mine and, with a quick kiss, eases the pill onto my own tongue. When we break away, I swallow it down with another shot. Then I rest my hand on her thigh and squeeze.

  One of her girlfriends with black hair sends her a worried look. “Nikki, you don’t know this guy. Maybe you should get off his lap.”

  Nikki doesn’t make any moves to leave and I tighten my grip around her.

  “Wendy, he’s fine. Don’t worry about me,” she hisses to her friend.

  The world is really starting to sway. Whatever the fuck she just gave me is fucking up my mind. “Baby, let’s get out of here and fuck. I need to fuck someone right now. Right now, I want to fuck you—hard. You…w-want…to…get…f-fucked?” I slur. Darkness eats at the edge of my vision. I grip her thigh to keep from falling backwards off the stool.

  A blond comes to stand beside Wendy. “Nik, seriously. He’s too fucked up and so are you. We’re taking you home.”