I wasn’t the total hellion the media made me out to be, but I have dipped, dabbled and splurged on all the more than willing groupies as well as the booze. Then there were the bountiful fights. I had a short temper, and when it’s messed with, it could be a challenge to keep it in check. I’m no good for her. This I knew. But I couldn’t keep from wanting to be everything she needed and deserved. Yeah right, was what I told myself and turned when Reed and Jace’s voice broke through my thoughts.
“Holy fucking mother...,” they both said in unison. I swiveled, peeping over my shoulder and the back of the couch.
My jaw dropped.
She and Addie were coming down the stairs, giggling at something they found funny, both looking hot as hell.
Addie looked amazing, but she didn’t even compare to her sister that was causing serious damage to my heart while causing me to ache with major blue balls.
Country’s dark hair hung in long, wavy curls while she was dressed in a white, lacy dress that stopped mid-thigh in the front as the lace draped lower in the back with a brown belt thingy hanging around the waist. And she was wearing yet another pair of fuck-me-hard boots. She looked unreal. Goddamn perfect.
My pulse beat frantically in my dick, and by the look on Jace and Reed’s faces, she was having the same effect on them too. I wanted to kick them both in their throbbing balls, but it would’ve been useless. She wasn’t mine, and I couldn’t control the lustful eyes that happen to wander her way.
Getting up, I walked over to her with the biggest smile cemented on my face. I tried to put it away, not wanting her to see how bad I wanted to hike that dress up, but the fuckin’ thing was there to stay. Can you say pussy?
With my hands shoved in my pockets to hide Mr. Happy – and boy was he ever so happy – I made my way to her thinking, If I got this hard by just looking at her now, then there was no telling what kind of massive rock I would be working with if I were to see her flawless, naked body sprawled out open and ready for me on my bed.
“Damn, Country! Wow...you look fuckin’ unbelievable.” The awe was more than evident in my voice. Pussy!
She blushed, making her look even sexier. Crazy shit, I know. But fuck if she wasn’t perfect. I wanted to kiss the blush straight off her cheeks. So bad. I am a goddamn pussy. Reed should punch me now.
“Thanks.” One small simple word was all she said in her methodical voice as she looked me up and down, then fucking pivoted and walked away with my eyes locked on her retreating figure. I was two seconds away from allowing my pansy-pussy ass to follow her, but opted out. I needed to keep my distance. For my own damn sanity. Sanity. Yeah, that shit was slowly starting to turn into a Godzilla size of fucked up sissified emotions.
“Ahem...”
Pulling my stare from where Country trailed off, I looked at Addie and chuckled smugly. “You look great too, Addie.” I smiled. Her brown hair was hanging straight above her shoulders, and she was wearing a skin tight coral colored dress that had a silver beaded neckline that showed off a great set of boobs and brown knee-high hooker boots. That’s what I like to call ‘em, because the ladies that worked the corners of Chicago all strutted their shit in them. She arched a brow with a knowing gleam in her dark eyes. I had a feeling she was fixing to speak her thoughts that were freely shining on her face.
“You’re too kind, Trev.” She patted my shoulder. “You know, you’re going to have three months with her. You better make them count,” she whispered close to my ear while chewing her gum, then smacked my ass as she bounced over to Jace. I shook my head. I was clearly expecting more conviction from her. An enormous smile gradually garnered on Jace’s face as he admired what was openly bouncing right in front of him. I found it funny that they seemed to be hitting it off when she and Reed were two of a kind.
“If everyone’s ready then let’s pile the fuck outta this bitch!” Reed shouted as he stood.
The ride to Buck’s was full of laughter. All but Country’s. She kept quiet. She normally didn’t talk much around us anyways, but today I had witnessed a whole different side to her. The side I wanted to be a part of when I saw her having a good time with her family on Thanksgiving. Today she had been a ball of energy; joking around with us, telling us more hysterical stories of her Nana Lulu, being simply her perfect self. Down to earth, sweet yet spicy, and real. There was nothing fake about her. It seemed her mood had shifted from the moment I gave her that compliment back at her house.
As Addie searched for a place to park the vehicle, I reached around the front seat and rubbed down the soft flesh of Country’s arm. “You okay? You seem a little quiet.” Her eyes went straight to my hand on her arm before bringing her burning blues up, meeting mine that were searching for answers for the sudden touch. I thought she was about to pull away, but she didn’t.
“Nervous.” She shrugged, then looked back down at my hand that was gliding soothingly across her warm skin.
“Why? You do this all time, correct?”
“True, but never with someone who’s already famous.” She smirked. Don’t kiss her, don’t kiss her. Do not fucking shove your tongue in her mouth. I didn’t, but damn if I didn’t want to.
Instead I put my cocky face on. “Oh, I get it. This,” I skimmed my hands down my chest, “makes you nervous. Don’t worry babe.” I leaned so that my lips lightly touched the seam of her ear. Shit, I want to kiss her. “It’s all yours whenever you want it,” I whispered, enunciating each word slowly.
My ears didn’t fail, for I heard her suck in a deep, shaky breath. Her fingers started fiddling tirelessly in her lap, and all I wanted to do was reach out and brush the soft curls away from her face to expose her long, sexy neck.
Seconds ticked by as I stared at her, watching how unnerved she seemed, and I liked that my little comment appeared to strike its intended mark.
“Whatever!” she replied snappily, opening her door. I did the same and was by her side in an instant. “You are too into yourself. Like way overly conceited, Hollywood,” she accused with attitude as she kept walking, and not even looking at me.
I held my hands up in defense. “It’s only conceited if I’m the one who thinks it. I don’t. It’s you and everyone else that gives me the big head,” I joked, unable to hide my amusement.
“I have never once said anything to give you a big head,” she raged, fiercely whipping her head toward me. Fuck if I didn’t love that stupid movement. I heard Jace behind me laughing as we followed her and Addie the rest of the way to a brick building with a lit sign that said Buck’s. I laughed as well, because you could totally take her statement two ways. She has given me a big head on several occasions. Number two is growing as I speak!
“Um, actually you said you liked my hair,” I continued to joke with her since I couldn’t help it. She’s too damn cute when pissed.
Sighing, she smacked me in the chest, hitting one of my nipples. She mumbled a, “Dammit,” and it added to my surmounting suspicion of her liking my work.
“You know, you don’t have to keep whacking me in the chest to feel them up, babe. All you have to do is ask.”
She stopped dead in her tracks, and I almost plowed her over. “Shut up, Trevelin.”
I was met with an evil eye, and I wanted so badly to grab her around her tiny waist and fuck her up against the goddamn brick wall beside us. I couldn’t give a flying fuck as to who walked by. The President could for all I cared. As long as I was buried balls deep inside her nothing else would matter.
“Yes, ma’am.” I smirked, throwing my arm around her shoulders. I half expected for her to tell me to leave her alone and throw my arm off like she always did with Reed, but she didn’t, and that made me and Mr. Happy...happy.
Right before we walked inside, the guys pulled their hoods over their heads and we all three put on our sunglasses. I felt like an idgit considering it was after nine o’clock at night. But I didn’t feel too weird once we entered and I saw that there was an array of different attire from all the o
ther patrons. One dude was even dressed to the nine in straight up cowboy gear. I secretly hoped it didn’t turn Country on. She didn’t seem too aroused by my getup yesterday, so maybe Addie was wrong.
There were a few Hells Angels looking wannabes and some of the women barely had anything on at all. The place was packed to the max, and as we made our way through the throng of people everyone started hooting Izzy and Addie’s names. I smiled, and I knew Jace and Reed were too. It brought back old memories of when we played in bars. It made me wish Bryson was here. He’d get a kick out of this.
Country led us to a table in the far corner that was oddly vacant considering that amount of people here. “This here is y’all’s table. I called ahead of time and let Buck know who was going to be in his bar tonight. Of course he is super excited to have you boys here and reserved this spot ‘specially for you guys,” she cooed the last part as she reached over and pinched me on the cheek. That—that one small ounce of affection scrambled my brain. I’d bend her over this table if she’d let me.
Damn, how long has it been since I had any action? I’m going crazy like some horny, sex-craved teenager.
“Don’t ya just love me?” she snickered. “Now, over there is Ben and the other one is Rick.” She pointed to two large guys a few feet away. “They are your security for tonight. I knew once y’all were noticed it might get a little crazy, and since your security team is on holiday I asked for some backup. You three can thank me later, but right now Addie and I have to go set up. I’ll let Buck and y’all’s security for the night know you’re here.”
They didn’t leave us time to say anything. They simply turned and walked toward two large men talking to a short plump man close to the bar. One of the guys smiled broadly at her, then proceeded to lift her off the ground in a huge hug. The other giant kissed her and Addie on the cheeks. I immediately didn’t like them.
“She thought of everything. I thought we were going to come here and end up regretting it because we got mobbed,” Jace said as he watched the girls.
“Yeah, she keeps surprising me. She could seriously give Tucker a run for his money,” I told them, clenching my jaw when some other dude popped out of nowhere, spinning Country around in a circle, and eye-fucking her up and down. I could instantly tell he wanted to bend her over one of these tables too. I looked away, urging my flaring temper to calm right at the time the short chubby man approached the table with the two linebackers.
“I am so glad you boys dropped in with Addie and Izzy. It’s such a pleasure to meet the hottest band on the charts, no less have them in my bar,” he smiled, seeming star struck. “I got the whole lowdown on how you ran across my girls,” he chuckled, looking over his shoulder toward them. “They are something else, ain’t they? Anyways, this table is forever the Knight Raider seats, drinks are on the house all night, and these two beasts are the bars bouncers, but upon Izzy’s request, are your personal security for tonight. I’m Buck, the owner of this establishment,” he winked. “So if you fellas need me I’ll be behind the bar serving up drinks. Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.”
We all exchanged our thank you’s and signed our autographs on a few of our CD covers for him as well as the table top we were seated at. We ordered our beers and thanked him again before he ran off to fetch them. Reed was beaming, and I knew it was because of the all the beer you can drink buffet that was offered on the house. He loved the free shit even though he had enough money in the bank to buy his own damn brewery—in every damn state. I, on the other hand, hated it. I felt uncomfortable by the freebies we got. Shitty and worthless. I grew up scrapping for free stuff to get by, and now that I could afford pretty much whatever I wanted it felt good to actually be able to pay for it. I made a note to be sure to leave a very generous tip.
Our drinks arrived as brawny Thing One and Thing Two stood guard off to the side of us inconspicuously. The guys and I were in deep conversation when Country’s soft voice blared through the speakers in every corner of the packed bar.
“How’s all of Buck’s favorite people tonight?” she asked the crowd gathered in front of the stage. Everyone shouted, save for a few men that whistled and screamed a few things that I’d been thinking in my head since the day I met her. I had the swift urge to find them and bust their teeth out of their fucking mouths. “You guys are great, and for that, I have something special planned at the end of our set tonight. I think y’all are going to love me for it afterwards.”
“I fucking love you now!” some guy shouted from deep within the crowd.
She laughed, expressing a smile though it was uneasy. I could tell he had made her uncomfortable. “Love y’all too.” She then slung her guitar over her shoulders, and she and Addie began to wow their local fans.
“Damn, they can sing,” Reed said in awe. Jace and I nodded our heads in agreement. Both of them had unbelievable voices, and when they laced their vocals together it was pretty fuckin’ spectacular.
They played a few songs as we sat, listened, and watched while consuming beer after beer before Reed started to get restless. “When the fuck can we go find some nookie?”
“One more song,” Jace told him, not taking his eyes off the stage. My own eyes had been trained to the same spot from the moment Country stepped her pretty little self in front of the mic.
The song she was singing slowly played to an end and everyone went crazy; cheering and whistling, causing her to flash them all with her opiate smile before speaking gently into the mic.
“Thank you...thank you,” she said, somewhat breathless. “So I have a friend that asked if he could perform with me tonight.” That caught us off guard. We looked at each other confused, because we didn’t know what was going on. They hadn’t played the last song that they discussed with us before we took stage with them. I got up and threw back the last of my beer in my bottle. Show time! “Please give a good welcome to my friend, Greg.”
I choked on the last bit as it slid down my throat. “What the fuck?”
That lanky guy—the one that fucked her over a table earlier—took the stage with them. I didn’t know why, but I seethed. They began singing some country love song that I was unfamiliar with. The sight alone of him staring in her eyes as he sung the sweet lyrics had my jaw working overtime. My fist started to ache from the force of my grip while my heart felt completely pissed off. The sight of them made me livid.
Reed must have noticed since he screeched, “Pussy finding time!”
He and Jace jumped up, clutched my arms with theirs and dragged me into the crowd. I was thankful, seeing as how I had a strong impulse to go pull the skinny dick off the stage and break him in half.
Holy fuck, am I jealous? It’s only because I want to bang her into next week. Because I want to sink as far as I can into her while making her scream my name over and over with that sweet voice.
Fucking Christ! I’ll just keep telling myself that until the damn words stick.
Or I could go with option B: fuck to forget. The best way to eliminate emotions like that is to replace them with more sensible ones—ones that I was more familiar with.
With a creeping smile, I put on my scavenger face and began the hunt. I needed a distraction. I needed to remember who I was. I needed to get Country out of my head. I needed to fuck Country out of my head, plain and goddamn simple. That’s going to be hard to do with her on a bus with me for the next three months. What the hell was I thinking? I needed to get lost in my next monumentally bad decision. A big one that would last long enough for me to run across the next bad decision.
I took off my sunglasses to hang them from my shirt as Yeti and Bigfoot stayed close on our heels. Halfway through the crowd I spied my targets. I pluralized that for not one, but two smoking hot bottle blondes that were eyeing me with sex searing in their eyes. Just what I needed.
“Found mine,” I chimed to Reed and Jace.
“That’s my boy! Now go soak that big ass tally-whacker.” Reed slapped me on the back, gi
ving me a considerate shove, then they both disappeared into the mass of people. I gathered up my swagger – as if I needed to –and made my move.
“Hello, ladies,” I said to them in my charming voice that I knew would soak their panties.
“No way, you’re—”
“Shhh...” I put my finger to one of the girl’s lips as I tugged down on my beanie. I didn’t need everyone to know the Knight Raiders were in the bar. That would cause total chaos. “I know who I am, but how about we let that be our little secret, ‘kay?” They both bit down on their bright red lips and nodded.
“I’m Rachel and this is my friend Jamie. We are huge fans,” she softly cried. The girl had on more makeup than I found tasteful, but she was pretty, and so was her friend that had the best water-sac boobs money could buy.
“That’s nice to know, but I don’t care about names. They’re insignificant. You see, I’m in need—”
Their lips stretched a mile long. “Say no more,” Bought Boobs cut me off as she looked at Covergirl.
“We’re totally in,” they both squeaked. Double score!
I took them both by the hand and looked around my surroundings to see if I could locate a more private area. I spotted a small hall near the back and lead them down it, trying the door at the very end.
Bingo!
It was a dimly lit storage closet full of extra chairs, glasses, napkins and a bunch of other shit. Both the girls started giggling when I ushered them inside and shut the door behind us. There was no lock and that made me hope no one decided they needed extra napkins. If so, they were going to get to watch one hell of a 3D porno.
No sooner had I turned around was I attacked. One girl crashed her mouth to mine while the other undid my pants. My moan was muffled by the girl kissing me as her friend went to town on my boy downstairs. I didn’t know which one it was, but the bitch could suck a dick, I’d give her that. Sucking with just the right amount pressure. Moaning softly, she worked her head up and down as if fucking me with her mouth gave her intense pleasure. I wasn’t in this for their pleasure. I was in it for mine and mine only. I needed to focus on something else besides dark wavy hair, unreal fucking blue eyes and a tiny dimple. FUCK!
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