by K. T Fisher
Cole decides to take a shower, leaving me alone at the kitchen table. I can hear Mason and Roxie talking in the front but a bang from the hallway makes me jump. Booker swaggers into the kitchen with his girl trailing behind. I take a quick look at her and I'm quite shocked at his choice in woman. Booker is a very good looking man, with the big drummer build, rock and roll look about him with his tattoos and style, but this girl is not. I'm not being a bitch, but she's not to his league at all. Her clothes are hardly covering anything at all. She has on a tight gold skirt that could also be a belt, and a top that isn't really a top. It's strapless and reveals all her belly, kind of like a bra but it's not. Her figure is so skinny that I see her rib cage as she walks in her very high heeled shoes. She has a pretty face but it's drawn and pale, probably from the drugs she obviously takes by the looks of the purple shadows under her eyes and the way her long black hair looks thin and scraggy looking as it hangs down her back. They walk pass Mason and Roxie and out the door.
Booker returns quickly, he's shirtless and only wearing loose jeans. All of his chest tattoos are on show along with his nipple piercings as he stands across from me, smirking. I feel my cheeks burn under his gaze.
"So, little Lacey has a kinky side?"
I drop my spoon into my bowl and glare up at him. "Shut up."
Booker chuckles. "There’s also an attitude. What's the matter did I spoil your fun last night?"
I quickly stand and put my bowl in the sink. "I had plenty thanks."
I feel my cheeks burning bright and curse inwardly at myself for letting his teasing get to me.
"Yeah I know, I heard you screaming babe."
I gawk open mouthed at him. "Booker!"
He laughs and shoves at my shoulder in a playful way. "I'm teasing, lighten up girl. Besides, you ain't gotta be embarrassed about anything. You are one hot babe."
He winks at me and I can't help it, I laugh and he joins me. Cole then walks out the shower room in only his towel, my laughter stops as I stare at him. Cole grins cockily as I do, I don't care. I take in every tattoo, every muscle and every water droplet as it falls down his abs. My mouth turns dry and I want nothing more than to lick his chest. I hear Booker clear his throat but I don't bother looking back at him.
Cole laughs and holds his hand out. "Come on babe."
I take his hand and let him lead me to the bedroom.
"Thank fuck for that, I thought she was gonna fuck you right here. Not that I wouldn't mind watching."
Cole turns to Booker and I know he has that threatening look on his face but Booker just laughs him off as he disappears into the shower room.
The more I get to know Booker, the more I like him. He's just a big softy really who enjoys sex, lots of sex and likes talking about it. He's a big and happy pervert. I've noticed that whenever he has the chance, a girl will be hanging off his arm or draping her body over him. He's always talking as if he's horny all of the time, acting the typical rock star but I think there's more there. Something that must have happened to make him be the way he is, or I could be wrong. He could just be the typical rock star, loving life and his groupies.
***
Later that day, after Cole let me lick the water from his chest and he did some licking of his own, he decided he wanted to take me out. I obviously agreed. Any time with Cole is good for me, especially alone time.
He takes me out to a pretty little restaurant on a corner lit by candles and fairy lights. It's an adorable place and I love it straight away. While we eat I decide to question him about Booker, but not straight out. Instead I ask about all the band members.
"What do you wanna know?"
I innocently shrug my shoulders. "I dunno, where they're from, what they're like and what not."
I place some pasta into my mouth and act like I'm just making conversation but Cole knows me better than that. He smirks over at me. "You just wanna be nosy and find out their stories."
"Don't be silly." I laugh, but Cole raises his eyebrows and I crack. "Oh all right, I wanna be nosy. So tell me."
He sighs a big huff. "OK. Well, Mason and I are the same really. Grew up with a dad who played guitar but never got anywhere with it, but we wanted to. There's Tate, who I met in school. We clicked from the age of ten and shared a dream of a life in a band. Booker, was added to us by Mason."
That shocked me. "But they act like they hate each other."
He bobs his head. "Yeah they do but that's their thing. Anyway we needed a drummer and as you know, Booker is the shit at playing them."
"So you're all from the same town?"
"Yep, born and raised in San Diego."
I want to dig a little more, so I wait for him to finish his next few bites of food until I dig some more. "So, there aren’t any girlfriends or children or anything?"
Cole’s eyes widen in shock and then laughs. "No, absolutely no children. Or none we know of." I don't like the sound of that. “There's been some girlfriends in the band, not for me and Tate, but Mason and Booker sure."
I laugh. "That's a little backwards don't you think? Mason and Booker seem like the playboy types and they are the ones who have had partners."
"Just be glad you didn't see us when we first started. Trust me on that." He laughs a little awkwardly as I narrow my eyes in his direction. "Maybe you could say they are playboys because of the girlfriends."
This confuses me. "What do you mean?"
Cole shakes his head and laughs. "Oh no, that's not my business babe."
Sadly that's all I manage to get and we soon leave when we have finished our meal. We only have so much time to ourselves anyway because we have to get back to the others as tonight we set off to Nevada.
Chapter Eight
Cole
On our way back to the bus, Lacey was giving me crap about how guilty she felt that we were hogging the only private room. The thing she doesn't know though is that before she even decided to forgive me back at her apartment in L.A, was that I had told the guys we were having the room and they didn't really care. We're used to sleeping wherever so as long as we have a bed, we're happy. But to keep Lacey happy, which I'm finding myself doing a lot of lately, I give in and let Mason and Roxie have the room for the night. I made it pretty clear it's just for tonight because when I'm lying beside Lacey's beautiful body I can't resist and I have to have her. I don't think that's going to be happening tonight though because she didn't want to sleep in one of the bunks because they were the guy’s beds according to Lacey. So we have the fold out bed in the front of the bus. Not great when I want some of Lacey's honey tonight and I know she won't let me seeing as anyone can walk in on us. Plus, Ronny is close by seeing as he will be driving through the night. I guess I'm going to be sleeping with a rock between my legs tonight!
When everyone’s gone to bed, Lacey decides she needs a shower and I fight myself to not go in there and fuck her senseless. What's wrong with that? There's a door with a lock on it, which we probably should have made use of last time because now Lacey is being extra careful and I didn't like the fact Booker got an eye full of my woman. Instead, I fight my urges and make the bed ready for her when she gets out.
Lacey is not playing fucking fair when she walks up to the bed though! She has tiny pink silk shorts on and a matching vest top that shows her hard nipples through the material. Geez, my dick is already hard and she's not even fucking naked! Her hair is wet and hanging down her back as she walks over to me, unaware of what I'm seeing because she doesn't realize how sexy she is. Lacey is one of those girls that never has to try, she always looks beautiful and sexy but right now she's down right pornographic for my state!
I watch her as she gets into bed, tying her hair in a bun before lying down and looking up at me. She smiles and my cock twitches, fuck I've got to have her now. I don't think I can fight it anymore!
Everyone is asleep, I think, by the quiet and Ronny can't see or hear anything. He was sick of our shit a long time ago and made us have a privacy screen pu
t up for him and a separate sleeping area up front so unless he really needs to, he won't have to see us. Plus he drives with his music blasting in his headphones anyway. Luckily for me, I know just how to get my woman in the mood and begging for me.
I roll onto my side and innocently stroke her stomach, gradually getting my fingers under her top and touching her naked skin. She lets go of a blissful sigh as she closes her eyes and I hold in my smile. Slowly I move closer and closer. I don't know whether she notices or not but she doesn't say anything. When I get close enough, I lift her top higher and higher and when I reveal the curve of her breasts I stroke them, making Lacey groan some more. I know if I was to go down her shorts, she would be wet and ready for me.
I let my hand slowly go higher, rubbing her hardened nipples. Lacey's breathing gets deeper and I fully reveal her big and luscious breasts. Lacey opens her eyes and lazily gazes at me. I have her where I want her. Right now she doesn't care where we are and who could find us, she's so wet and ready she doesn't even think about that now. All she wants is me and I lean over and give her what she's silently begging me for. With one long swipe of my tongue over her waiting nipple she arches her back to push her breasts further into my mouth. Begging me for more and I obey, I love to please her. Never have I felt like this before. Sex before was always about receiving and making sure I came, but now I adore making Lacey crazy with passion, panting and coming apart in result of me. I almost don't care about me, almost. I am a red blooded man and of course I want some attention of my own. My hard dick demands for it and I can't leave him out. Besides, Lacey always begs for me to get inside of her anyway.
Not even a minute has gone by when she grabs the back of my neck and holds me down, giving her nipples the attention she craves.
"Cole." She moans in that sexy tone that drives me wild.
In an instant she surprises me and rolls me over, sitting on top of me. I rip off her top over her head so I can see all of her. Lacey fumbles around, removing her silk shorts and lowers back down onto me. Already naked, because I don't sleep in anything, I feel her heat against my cock straight away. Her eyes twinkle when she feels me twitch against her in response. Without any effort she hovers and slowly lowers herself onto my dick. Her groaning becomes louder when my piercing enters her and rubs back and forth on her sweet spot. I grab onto her hips and yank her down, too impatient for her teasing. Lacey's mouth opens wide and loudly screams. She definitely doesn't care about waking anyone on board anymore.
As Lacey rides me I catch a glimpse of movement in the darkened kitchen area. I can't see who it is, but I know who is standing there. I don't tell Lacey because I'm worried it will freak her out and I'm fucking enjoying what she's doing on my dick too much to want her to stop. Lacey's screams become even louder as she comes closer to her peak and I meet her thrusts as she comes down, slamming myself into her wetness harder than before. Her eyes roll and her head falls back, tits bouncing above me making me want to bust all over them right now, but I hold it in. I want my woman to come before me, I'm generous like that.
The man hiding in the shadows comes closer and bangs into the counter because he's too absorbed in my girls sexual beauty to watch where he's fucking going. It causes a loud bang as he knocks something to the floor and immediately Lacey screams and tries to crawl off me but I hold onto her, not wanting her to move another inch.
"Stay still baby, it's only Tate."
Her eyes search my face. "Tate?"
I nod and softly stroke her hair, trying my best to soothe her. I need her to deal with this so she can continue to work my dick. She has me so hard and worked up I need her to carry on.
Tate slowly walks into the room and I give him a hard stare. He has a fetish of watching and I've caught him a few times watching in the shadows, not really bothering because I was with some random, but this time is different. I'm with Lacey this time, my woman and he's seeing her naked. Tits and all on show, he should realize I wouldn't be as cool this time.
I lean in close to Lacey’s ear. "Listen baby, Tate just likes to watch. It's his thing."
She leans up a little and looks curiously over at my best friend who is standing there watching with a hard on. I feel her take a deep breath and move slightly, causing shivers down my spine. Lacey notices and bites down on her lip.
"Will he join in?" She whispers quietly so only I can hear her.
"Only if you want him to." However, I don't know if I'm ok with that.
Lacey takes one look back at Tate and then back to me and then she begins to slowly grind again. Picking up her rhythm quickly and screaming like she was only a few minutes ago. I never knew my little Lace was so kinky. The thoughts run through my mind of what I could introduce her to and my cock hardens. I know Lacey notices because her breath catches and she slows a little as she adjusts. Not liking this new pace, I harden my grip on her hips and hold tight as I flip us so now she is under me. Her eyes widen in response but close when I slam my cock back into her. I feel Tate walk closer, but now that I'm in control and pumping hard and fast into Lacey, I don't care that he's watching. It's what he does so I carry on fucking my girl, wanting to make her come apart as she orgasms.
Lacey
As Cole fucks me like no other I begin to forget that his band mate and best friend is watching us. Cole's large, pierced dick is causing my mind to go blank apart from thinking over and over how fucking amazing he feels. I want to see his glorious toned and tatted body so I fight against my eyes and slowly open them through my lust filled gaze. I see him as he thrusts over and over and as he reaches down for my leg and lift it over one of his shoulders. The feeling becomes fuller and more intense as he sinks deeper and if that's not enough, Cole swirls his thumb along my magic button and I scream. Fuck me that's amazing!
I hear a groan that's not Cole's beside me and I look up to see Tate watching where me and Cole join. His eyes drift to my bouncing breasts and back again and weirdly this only adds to my fire. I never thought I would like this sort of thing, but here I am! I couldn't have him involved like what Roxie and I did with Cole and Mason when we first met. That was my first and last time with multiple sex partners, but I'm ok with this. I can feel Tate here with us, but it's not too much. It's hot as hell, but I'm more than happy with just Cole touching me.
Cole growls like a wild animal and presses down hard with his thumb as he fucks me harder, making me scream my release. Cole follows quickly after as he collapses on top of me.
As I'm floating in a cloud of sleepy bliss, I'm slightly aware of Cole whispering and hearing footsteps as Tate leaves us alone to fall asleep.
Chapter Nine
Roxie
That day we arrive in Nevada and from the moment I woke up this morning, I’ve fucking hated every minute. Well apart from Mason, he’s amazing and it only makes me feel worse for what I have done, but that’s what my bottle of Jack is for.
The reason for me not liking today is sitting opposite from me. Lacey is currently eating her toast while Cole nibbles at her, up her arms, across her neck and kissing into her hair. If it didn’t anger me so much I would think the sight was sweet, but it does anger me. I don’t understand why the way Cole touches her makes me boil inside. The fact he can touch her, kiss her and love her the way he wants is unfair. I’m not allowed and besides I have Mason. I love Mason. I know that, so why do I get the feeling I also love my best friend too? This wasn’t supposed to happen. We were supposed to be having the time of our lives with these fabulous rock stars we stumbled across, but for me it’s not going so well. Not only have I discovered that I may love Lacey more than a best friend should, but I’ve betrayed Mason.
As I’m drowning in guilt, Mason wraps his arm around me as I sip on my tea. Mason made me this, but little does he know, I also added something to make it have some kick. It’s my usual now.
“Mind if I have some?” Mason asks, eyeing my cup.
I smile and innocently shake my head. “No, make your own.”
M
ason grins naughtily. “Don’t start being feisty, you know it turns me on.”
He bites down on my shoulder, making me stir inside. I love how Mason makes me feel and I don’t know the moment I actually fell for this man. Covered in ink and a touch of vanity, but it did happen and I’m glad, but my feelings for Lacey and my cheating make me feel like shit. I never should have followed Joe, the scumbag that roadie to the toilets and I should never have agreed to his secret fuck in a dirty toilet cubicle, but I did and now I’m left with the aftermath. Thank fuck for alcohol is all I’m saying.
***
Another gig has ended in Nevada and I’ve spent nearly the whole time avoiding Joe. I don’t want a repeat of what happened at the last gig to happen again. So imagine my surprise when I catch Tate winking over at Lacey and she giggles in return. She avoids looking at me and blushes bright red. I look back to the stage, the band is walking towards us and Mason kisses me hard as he approaches. I know what he wants and I’m eager to give him his after show fuck. After returning his kiss and whispering sweet nothings in his ear, I look back to Lacey and see that she’s still blushing. Cole has his arm around her as Tate and Booker laugh at them. Mason guides me over to them.
