The Recoil Rock Series Box Set

by K E Osborn

  “I know. It was amazing.”

  He leans in and kisses me before closing his eyes and resting his head in the crevice of my neck.

  My fingers run up and down his back. We have a connection, of that I’m sure. Now where we go to from here—it can only be up.

  ***

  The roar of the crowd echoes through the stadium while the bass vibrates through me. My mood is high as I sway to the energy of the hypnotic song, the rhythm and melody flowing through me like a torrent of emotions. The fast beat, the heavy percussion, the electric buzz, all making for an exhilarating performance. Recoil sure know how to rock, and knowing them all personally only makes this so much more enthralling.

  I glance up to the stage to see Ryan plucking at his guitar, the electric sounds send waves of elation tingling over my skin. It prickles my senses forcing the hairs on my arms to stand on end. The energy in the room buzzes around me, the music so loud it ignites a fire inside me—a love for music I didn’t know I had until I met Ryan.

  Watching his fingers delicately dancing on the strings, I swallow hard as my thighs clench together. Something about the way he moves with his instrument is turning me on. The manner in which his fingers stroke so effortlessly on the strings reminds me of the way his fingers feel on me, the way he touches me. My clit starts to throb in time with the beat, and my nipples harden as I watch Ryan make love to his guitar, wishing like anything he was playing me instead.

  “It’s such a turn on isn’t it?” Lunar shouts at me over the music, breaking me from my trance.

  I jump slightly and turn to face her breathing quickly. “Sorry, what?”

  “Watching the guys perform. Makes your knickers wet, right?” she asks with a knowing smirk.

  “Yeah, definitely. I’ve seen them perform before sure, but in a live stadium like this, I don’t know, there’s just something about it that’s… that’s—”

  “Clit tingling?” she answers for me.

  I laugh and she nods emphatically. “Yes, exactly.”

  “I love watching them live,” Lunar admits.

  “Shit, I was so caught in the moment I almost forgot.” I pull out my cell as they finish the song and bring up their Facebook page to begin streaming live just as they start another song. The crowd erupts into a flurry of appreciation.

  Lunar stands next to me, but we both say nothing so our voices don’t carry over onto the video as we watch the live comments roll in. Hundreds and hundreds of people commenting one after the other, I can hardly keep track reading them they’re coming in so fast. I glance at Lunar and she’s grinning wide, so wide I can practically see the pride oozing from her pores.

  The comments are great, mainly praise, and are from a variety of people. But one person keeps popping up quite often, and all of her comments are focused on Ryan. Mainly on how the camera needs to get closer and focus on him more. I can’t help but think whoever this person is, obviously has a mega crush on Ryan. It’s cute, but also a little weird the way she’s so persistent. She sends another comment about how Ryan is the most handsome guy alive and I point to it showing Lunar. She giggles shaking her head as we continue to watch the feed.

  More comments roll in, and more from the girl. Her username is Hunter’s Girl, which is weird seeing as Ryan’s last name is Hunter.

  Hunter’s Girl: I love Ryan, he looks so amazing on stage and he loves me, I just know it!

  I furrow my brows and point to it as it quickly scrolls down the line. Lunar creases her eyebrows and shakes her head mouthing ‘wacko’ and I nod rubbing my temple slightly.

  Hunter’s Girl: We’re going to meet one day and he’s already in love with me for sure! We will get married and have an amazing life together, you’ll see! This WILL happen!

  I scrunch up my brows again shaking my head as I take in a deep breath watching as another comment comes quickly after.

  Hunter’s Girl: His flesh will mold with mine. We will forever be entwined with each other, not just spiritually but physically and in every way. We are one both body and soul, to be joined for all eternity. I will link him to me permanently. Ryan, you are mine.

  Lunar can’t hold back her scoff, and I wince slightly while the song ends and I shake my head. I figure this is a little too weird and people on the feed don’t need to see messages like that, it needs to stop. So I end the feed considering the song has ended anyway, and make sure the video has stopped as the guys start another song. Lunar turns to me as I exhale.

  “What the fuck was that?” I ask, and Lunar shakes her head.

  “Fucking hell, that chick was an A-grade freak show.”

  “I know, thank God the song ended, or I would’ve had to stop the video mid-song. The rest of the viewers wouldn’t have liked that.”

  Lunar sighs. “Do you think we need to tell Oliver?”

  “Yes, and Declan. It’s probably nothing, but you can’t be too cautious. Now the guys are getting bigger the freaks will get weirder. That’s for sure.”

  “You stay and watch, I’ll go find Oliver and Declan,” Lunar says turning and rushing off before I have a chance to say anything further.

  Taking a deep breath, I wonder whether I should tell Ryan about his crazed fan or whether it’s safer for him to be in the dark about such crazy shit.

  Chapter Eighteen

  RYAN

  We’re at the after party with our backup band. They’re a young bunch of grunge guys. Nice enough, but they’re not as cool as Luminous from Australia. Those chicks were as fun as hell. But these guys still know how to have a good time, and their sound is great. They’re a good fit for us and they’re pretty good guys as well. They’re over by the bar ordering drinks while Nate dances with Candace, the air hostess on the dance floor. Matt is busy on his cell, as Lunar and Danger sit cozied up opposite Tillie and me in the booth in their own little world, as they do.

  I look to Tillie who seems a little preoccupied. She keeps checking her cell like she’s watching something and it’s a little worrying.

  “Hey, you all right?” I ask reaching out and gently grabbing her wrist. She looks up at me with a sincere smile and nods putting her cell down.

  “Shit. Yes. Sorry.” She sighs and winces. “There’s probably something I should tell you.”

  I sit up taller as she links her fingers with mine and I nod giving her the all clear to talk to me.

  “So, when I did the live feed tonight there was a creeper on there saying she was in love with you, that you were already in love with her and your bodies were going to entangle in all sorts of strange ways… that kind of stuff. I ended the feed before she got too carried away.”

  I pull my eyebrows together in slight shock. Usually, that kind of talk is always reserved for the twins, definitely always for Danger, but hardly ever for me.

  “Wow! Are you sure she meant me?”

  She nods. “She said your name… quite a few times.”

  “Ha, cool.”

  She furrows her brows and purses her lips. “Cool?” She tilts her head like she’s confused.

  “I’ve never really been the one to have fangirls, but it’s nothing new for bands to have those kinds of fans. Danger and the twins have that sort of stuff all the time, maybe not to that kind of extreme, but it’s all part and parcel of this gig. Just typically the whack jobs go for the lead singers.”

  She hums and slumps into the booth like she’s surprised by my blasé attitude, but really I’m not worried and she shouldn’t be either. These girls are all talk. They love us behind their keyboards and say creepy things but that’s all it is. They would never do anything in real life, and if they did the most it would be is lunging at us for a hug. They’re harmless. They are just hardcore fans. We should appreciate them, not be scared of them.

  “So, you’re not worried?” she asks.

  “No, it’s nothing to be concerned about. Trust me, this is completely normal. She’s just a super fan... it’s kinda cool, actually.”

  She nods and tighte
ns her hand in mine then leans in pressing her lips to me tenderly. My lips tingle when hers touch mine and I love the electricity I feel when we’re together. It never fails, but I pull back and look her in the eyes.

  “Wanna ditch this place and go back to the hotel?”

  She smiles brightly and nods. “Hell yeah.”

  ***

  We’re back on the jet traveling to Florida and I’m watching Matt flirt with Candace yet again and I can’t help but chuckle. I can’t keep up. First Matt is flirting with her, then Nate is dancing with her, now Matt is flirting with her again. I have no idea who’s going to win this little battle. I’m glad I don’t have to fight with anyone to get my girl. She’s right here next to me.

  Turning to Tillie, I wrap my arms around her shoulders and pull her to me. She leans in and I run my finger along her chin forcing her face up. Leaning down I press my lips to hers and kiss her. She kisses back and a tingle starts in my cock as the blood rushes and it grows hard just from kissing her. She has that effect on me.

  Tillie seems to notice somehow as her hand runs down my torso. My cock is throbbing and I need a bit of relief, so I grab her hand forcing it down onto my cock. She pulls away from the kiss in a gasp removing her hand in a fit of giggles as she looks around frantically to see if anyone noticed.

  “Ryan!” She chides as her cheeks flush a bright crimson.

  I chuckle even though my cock is aching so badly against the seam of my jeans. Glancing around I see Matt has gone, but what I want to do can’t be done here. So I stand up, grabbing her hand which forces her to stand with me. She laughs as I drag her with me down the aisle of the jet.

  “Ryan, what are you doing?”

  I turn to face her just as we get to the back of the jet where the biggest bathroom is located and waggle my eyebrows. “Mile high?” I smirk and she gasps.

  I open the door to a muffled moan, and we look in to see Candace on the sink with Matt pounding into her. They both stop, look at us and Tillie laughs nervously with a slight gasp as I quickly close the door.

  “Fucker stole my idea,” I say.

  Tillie bursts out laughing. “Guess you’ll have to wait till we get to the hotel. I’m sorry I’m so irresistible.”

  A deep throaty growl echoes from my chest as I frown. “You have no idea, baby.”

  She grabs my hand as muffled moans echo from inside the bathroom and we both chuckle as we turn and walk back down the aisle toward our seats.

  ***

  As we walk through the airport the fans are all here screaming and yelling.

  I love this.

  I live for this.

  Feeling their appreciation makes it all worthwhile.

  Seeing the love they have on their faces as we walk through the airport—the adoration in their eyes—well fuck, there’s nothing like it. I wave to the crowd as Tillie walks next to me giggling slightly. Danger cheers and Matt and Nate high five everyone as they rush past them all. It’s fun, and even though we’re causing a scene, I don’t care. This is part of the reason we do this. The fans are why we make music. If they didn’t love what we do there would be no reason to put it out there. It’s nice to know they appreciate our sound as much as we love making music for them.

  “This is crazy,” Tillie calls into my ear. I nod as I wave out to my fans. “Oh, there’s that girl again,” Tillie says pointing to a girl who has a normal camera with a long lens pointed right at us. I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

  She doesn’t look old enough to be a paparazzi, but hey, everyone can have a hobby and maybe hers is photography? But as she pulls the camera from her face, she looks right at me and smiles wide giving me a small curt wave. I recognize her. I’m not entirely sure who she is but I’ve definitely seen her before, many times. Her purple and aqua hair is not something you forget easily.

  “Oh, I know her,” I say to Tillie. She raises an eyebrow in question. “She was around when we played with Staked and Slayed all that time ago. She must be a real fan.”

  Tillie smiles as I glance over to see Declan just behind me. “Oh, that’s nice, she must really be a fan if she knows you guys from back then,” Tillie replies.

  “Hey Declan,” I call out, he looks to me and steps up. “Can you flank me, I’m gonna do something a little crazy.”

  “Oh God,” Tillie groans as Declan exhales stepping up to my side.

  I move over toward the purple haired girl, and Declan shifts people out of our way as girls scream and rush around us. The girl smiles widely as she puts her camera down watching in awe as I approach her. Her eyes open so widely as she watches me advance toward her. She doesn’t scream or go bat shit crazy like most girls would. Rather she’s calm and a little shy as I give her a panty dropping grin.

  “Hey, what’s your name?”

  “Ah, um… Cadence,” she says shyly with a shaky voice.

  “Well Cadence, that’s a beautiful name, and very musical, too. I like it. Would you like to have a photo with me?”

  Her eyes open wider and she looks like she’s almost about to faint as she nods her head frantically and adamantly. “Oh, umm… yes, please. If it’s not too much trouble?”

  “Of course not. Declan do you mind?”

  “Nope, not at all. Can you set it up for me Cadence, and then I’ll just press the button?”

  She nods setting up the camera and then moves to my side. I place my arm around her and pull Cadence to me. She’s completely stiff beside me, and I lean into her which makes her stiffen even more.

  Poor thing.

  “Okay… smile,” Declan says, so I do so as does Cadence and he presses the button a few times trying to get the perfect shot. Then I hand him my cell to take a shot for me too.

  He finishes taking the photos with my cell and I turn to Cadence and give her a giant hug. “Thank you for being with us from the start, we really appreciate it,” I say, and she gasps.

  “Y-You r-remember m-me?” she stutters.

  I pull back and smile at her. “Yeah, I do, and I mean it, thank you.”

  She chews on her bottom lip. “Thank y-you, Ryan, y-you’ve made m-my year. C-Can you s-sign my book?” she hesitates to ask.

  “Of course,” I reply as she hands me a book with all our pictures on it, with love hearts all around us, and a giant love heart around my face. I grin as she hands me a Sharpie and I sign right next to it making sure to add two x’s for effect.

  “We should get going, the others are waiting,” Declan informs, and I nod.

  “Okay, I gotta go. But thank you for your support, and I’ll see you again soon.”

  “You betchya.”

  I pull her in for another hug as girls around her scream while she hugs me so tightly. Declan taps my shoulder and I let Cadence go, give her a final smile then walk briskly back to the group. Tillie is smiling so wide that I raise an eyebrow at her.

  “What?” I ask and she links her arm with mine as we continue to walk through the airport.

  “Oh, nothing. I just think it’s sweet that you care about your fans like that. Even if that girl is uber creepy, but she’s obviously a massive fan so it’s great you’re making an effort with her.”

  I chuckle. “She’s not that creepy… Okay maybe the scrapbook with love hearts around our faces was a little creepy, but it’s all in good fun.”

  She shakes her head, giggling. I love her giggle, it makes my cock throb. Man, I wish that bathroom wasn’t occupied on the jet. Fucking Matt!

  “So we’re heading right from here to the local radio station to do a group interview. I don’t want any stupid answers from you lot when we get there. Got it?” Oliver demands as we reach the Hummer.

  I chuckle as Danger ignores him and Nate and Matt grin mischievously.

  “I can’t promise anything,” Matt says.

  “I don’t do anything stupid, ever,” Nate quips making Tillie and me both burst out laughing.

  “Hey!” Nate chides as we all slide into the back of the Hummer.

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sp; The drive to the radio station isn’t far and on the way we generally talk about the upcoming schedule, boring stuff. I feel a little tired actually, and I’m wishing we could go straight to the hotel. I’d rather be in bed next to my girl, but we have things to do, promotions to uphold—the life of a rock star and all. So I suck it up and step out of the Hummer to make my way with the rest of the crew up into the radio station for our group interview.

  The station manager leads us up the hall toward the studio where the interview will be taking place. “So the interview is going to be live to air, with callers calling in after Gregson has asked a couple of questions. So please, guys, be on your best behavior. Keep the language to a minimum. We don’t need the head of the network on our backs. Okay?” the station manager relays leading us down the darkened hallway.

  I nod as Nate and Matt grin like always, and Danger is zoned out too busy playing with Lunar’s ass to listen to what’s being said. We step into a giant room that’s surrounded by big glass windows. Inside is a massive desk with soundboards and microphones, and at the desk is a man wearing headphones. He’s talking into a microphone, and above the door a red light is on. The station manager hits a button and a voice comes over some speakers and we can suddenly hear what the guy—who I’m assuming is Gregson—is saying.

  “So coming up after the add break… yes, you guessed it… the uber talented guys from Recoil. Not one, not two, but all four of them are here and will be in this very studio waiting to take your calls. Right after this break.” Some music sounds followed by the theme for the radio station and then it goes into ads as Gregson takes off his headphones. The light turns green and the station manager opens the door and gestures for us to walk in.

  “Go in, guys, and take the seats around the desk in front of the microphones. Ladies and Oliver, you can sit on the sofa by the wall,” the station manager tells us.

  I give Tillie’s hand a squeeze as she winks at me mouthing ‘good luck.’