Rockstar's Angel

by K. T Fisher

  Maisy and Malcolm join us at the bar, thankfully Leo isn't in sight. I can't stop staring at Marcus and Malcolm. I've never been around twins and if I had, they definitely wouldn't have been this hot!

  They each buy us our drinks, and we spend some time laughing at the bar. While the guys are talking to the bar staff, Maisy and I share a look. You know the one I mean, the look that you share with a friend, and without words you know what the other is saying. This look says something like, hot damn we've bagged us some fucking hotties!

  Marcus hands me a second drink, wrapping his arm over my shoulder. "So, what are you girls out for tonight then?"

  "Just a fun night out."

  Maisy has to add. "I'm helping her get over someone."

  Marcus looks a little surprised. "Really?" I just nod my head; I don't want to talk about Leo. I can already feel his eyes are back on me. Marcus leans down closer to me. "I can help you forget."

  He pulls back a little so we can look into each other’s eyes, our foreheads almost touching. He looks down to my mouth and I know he wants to kiss me. I move closer so our mouths touch. After the first kiss we spend quite a lot of our time kissing, rather than dancing. He's a good kisser, not as good as Leo, but I'm not supposed to be thinking about him right now. Marcus strokes my cheek, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear. "Let’s go and sit down."

  Before I can answer he has my hand in his, pulling me in the direction of the booths. As I trail behind him, making room through the crowd of dancers, I look at his wide back and smile to myself. I think tonight is turning out great. Marcus looks back at me, deciding to wrap an arm around my shoulders and whispering in my ear. "You are the sexiest girl here, and I'm fucking glad you're with me."

  I bite my lip and laugh, my laugh soon turning into a squeal when a hand wraps tightly around my arm from my other side and pulls me from Marcus' arms. I know from the tingling in my arm where he's touching me, and his scent, that it's Leo. He pulls me right into his hard chest. Marcus steps closer. "What the fuck man? She's with me."

  I feel Leo tense. "Like fuck she is!"

  They both frown at each other, Leo's grip starting to hurt. "Leo, let me go."

  As soon as he realizes how hard his grip is, he lets go. "Shit angel, I'm sorry."

  "Tanya?" Marcus sounds a little confused.

  "She's coming with me." Leo barks before I can talk.

  Marcus takes a step towards us. I hold my hands out so he doesn't come too close to Leo. From the hardness of Leo's tense body, and his drunken attitude, I know he'll attack Marcus. "Just let me talk to him, OK?"

  He scowls at Leo. "You know him?"

  "You fucking bet she knows me!"

  I turn and glare at Leo. "Just shut up!" I look back to Marcus. "Just give me ten minutes."

  He nods, walking away towards an empty booth when Leo shouts. "Don't bother waiting for her!"

  I push at his chest but he doesn't move at all. "Shut the fuck up!"

  He smiles down at me, stroking my cheek, in the same spot Marcus did earlier. It feels as if he 's wiping away Marcus. "I wanted to talk to you, angel."

  I take a step back from him. "I told you not to call me that."

  "Yeah, and I said I'd leave you alone, but can't do that anymore."

  I frown at him and he mirrors my frown. He looks at the crowd around us, his frown deepening when his gaze settles on someone behind me, I'm guessing that someone is Marcus. "Look, this was great and all, but I need to get back to Marcus."

  "Marcus?"

  "Yeah, as in the guy I was with before you interrupted us."

  Immediately he's pulling me along, pushing past everyone as though he's on a mission. I try to release my wrist from his grip, but it's no use, he's got a firm hold on me. We walk right up to a door that reads Private. He opens it and we walk into a bright corridor. "What the hell, Leo?"

  He finally let’s go of me. "I don't like him."

  "Marcus? You don't even know him."

  He quirks an eyebrow. "Oh, and you do?"

  Well shit, he has me there. "How dare you! Don't even think about going there with me! At least I know his name; you don't know most of the girl’s names that you fuck!"

  His eyes widen and he stands tall. "You're gonna fuck him?"

  "That's none of your business."

  I lean against the cold wall behind me, feeling a little tired. Leo takes a step towards me, his eyes looking softer than before. "Don't go back with him."

  "That's my choice to make."

  "I was asking, not telling you." He takes another step closer, we're standing toe-to-toe, placing one of his big hands on the side of my neck. "Please don't leave with him, leave with me?" He leans down, softly brushing his lips against mine. "Be with me again, angel."

  His other hand runs through my hair, then travels down my body. When his hand caresses my stomach I freeze. I shouldn't be here, I can't do this. I place my hands on his hard pecs. "I have to go."

  I shove past him, opening the door we came through. I scan the dance floor and find Maisy, she's still dancing with Malcolm. I walk over to her and tell her I need to go. When she starts say goodbye to Malcolm I stop her. "No Mase, you stay."

  "I'm leaving soon anyway. We can leave together."

  "I'm not going back to yours. I have my keys in my bag, I'll go home."

  "You sure?"

  "Positive." I turn to see Leo glaring over at me. "I have to go."

  Maisy spots Leo too and stops me. "You're gonna explain tomorrow."

  I nod, quickly leaving before she can stop me. I walk outside the club, down to where the taxis are usually waiting. I hear footsteps behind me and quickly turn. It's Marcus. Shit. "Sorry Marcus, I'm just gonna go home."

  "Did that scumbag upset you?"

  I ignore the fact I don't like that he called Leo. He may be on my shit list, but he's not a scumbag. "It's not that. I just want to go."

  He stays with me until I get into a taxi. On the quiet ride home I softly trail my fingers along my stomach, memories flooding me.

  Chapter Ten

  Leo

  The first thing I see when I walk back into the club is Tanya walking towards the exit, the fucker she was dancing with following her out. I'm not good enough, but she'll leave with someone she doesn't even know! God I'm so angry right now that I want to punch someone, smash their fucking face in, preferably Tanya's date.

  I walk up to the bar, drinking my beer, trying to figure out why Tanya is so pissed at me. We had great sex, by far the best I've had, and as far as I know we got on fine. Things have changed since I've been back. I think back to the last time I saw her, we'd had awesome sex the night before and had to keep quiet while Kendal broke up with Jax right outside my bedroom door. We had to keep to Tanya's rules over not telling anyone about us. I thought hearing their breakup pissed her off when she left, but now I'm beginning to think that wasn't the reason. I think it was something more than that, something big, but I've no fucking clue what it was.

  As I'm nursing my second beer, I catch sight of Maisy coming towards me. Shit!

  She storms up close to me, hands on her hips, looking pissed. "You stupid fuck! What did you say to her?"

  "Nothing!" I shrug, my words slightly slurred. It's the truth anyway. I don't know why Tanya stormed out of here. I notice the guy standing behind her and frown. "Well, if it isn't Tanya's dancing partner. What's the matter, Marcus? She let you down? Yeah she does that, shame too because her pussy is golden."

  A hard slap on my face stops me from talking. Maisy looks a little shocked that she just did that, her anger quickly returning though. Fuck, did I really just say that about Tan? Shit, I must be drunk!

  "You arrogant son of a bitch! You didn't deserve her, and you never will!" She knows about me and Tanya? Maisy turns to leave, before she does she adds, "Oh, and just so you know, this is not Marcus, it's his twin Malcolm and they like to share. We're going to meet them right now to start the real fun." She gives me an evil smirk, storming
off, leaving me with my blood boiling in rage. The image that Maisy just planted in my head doesn't make me feel so good.

  By the time I've finished my beer I've had enough of sulking. Why am I letting Tanya give me the run around? I don't need this shit! I'm a fucking rock star. I can have any girl in this club. I'm free to do whatever I want. My eyes scan the dance floor. I see Max and James enjoying the company of the girls draped across them. They're too busy to notice any of the shit that just happened to me.

  I spot a gorgeous girl dancing in a group with her friends. She's blonde and that's been my only type for the past four years. I wonder why?

  I stand behind her. She's a tiny little thing, smaller than Tanya in fact. I lean down close to her ear. "You wanna dance?"

  She turns, instantly smiling when she sees me. Backing her ass into my groin, we begin to dance. Most of our dancing is her ass grinding on me, when she feels my reaction she gives me a sultry smile. Well, what did she really expect? She's an attractive chick giving my cock attention, of course he's going to pop up and say hello.

  She seems like a girl who's up for it, it doesn't surprise me when she turns and reaches up to kiss me. When I kiss her back, she wraps her arms tightly around my neck, pushing her tits into me. It's nearly 3:00am, and when we come up for air, I lean in close. "You wanna come back to mine?"

  "For sure", she attacks my mouth again. Thoughts of what Tanya is doing right now interrupt me. I break away from her, holding her hand as I track down Max and James. I need to get this chick home and in my bed, because I need Tanya out of my head.

  All three of us walk out of the club, a girl each under our arms. A few flashes go off. Shit, that's not going to work in my favor if I want Tanya to talk to me. What am I thinking? She's gone back with fucking Marcus, doing God knows what! John opens the limo door and drives us home. James is staying in the spare room tonight so the house is going to be a fuck fest. On the drive to our place the girls become a little excited and start to put on a show for us. Max and James cheer them on, but if I'm honest, it's a little boring. I'm looking at the girl I've brought back and I'm starting to find faults with her. Her hair isn't the right shade of blonde, it's not white enough or long enough, and when I wrapped my fingers in it on the dance floor, it wasn't silky enough. She hasn't got the right ass, it's too flat, it needs to be more plump and round, and her skin needs to be a few shades paler.

  When we pull up in front of mine and Max's house the girl jumps onto my lap. I have no idea what her name is, and honestly I have no interest in asking her. Well, didn't I just prove that Tanya was right! Fuck!

  Then it hits me! I'm bored and irritated by this girl because she's not what I want. I'm picking faults and comparing her to the girl I do want. She's not Tanya. This girl walking beside me, giggling annoyingly, is not my angel.

  I want to remove this girls hand from me, then I remember just how Tanya ran away from me and left with her admirer. So, I pull harder on the girls arm as I walk faster, heading to my room. I see James enter the spare room, but Max isn't here. He's probably gone out to the jacuzzi, the fucker loves taking his women in there!

  I push her into my room before me, slamming the door behind me. I walk right up to her, wrapping her in my arms. I capture her mouth with mine before she can talk and laugh anymore. I'm afraid if she annoys me again I'm just going to chuck her out, but if Tanya can do it so can I. With our mouths still attached, I walk her backwards to the bed, demanding she strip, when the back of her knees hit the bed frame. I remove my shirt once she's in her underwear, and her eyes widen. I look down at her body, she's an attractive girl, she's just not for me. Her underwear isn't even right. No lace or patterns, just plain cotton.

  She grabs my belt, dropping down to her knees and keeping eye contact, while she unbuckles it and unfastens my jeans. Her movements are too slow so I take over, removing them myself. As soon as I'm standing naked, she has my dick in her hand, pumping, when her mouth smothers it I groan and close my eyes. This is just what I need. I can hear her moaning as she takes me in her mouth. I look down at her and can tell she’s loving this. Sure my dick in her mouth feels great, but I'm not as into this. Shit, I think this is the first blowjob I haven't enjoyed! It's not the poor girls fault though; it's mine for being pathetic. I close my eyes, imagining Tanya on her knees before me, and my dick hardens. The girls sucks harder and pumps faster. With the image of Tanya in my mind I fill the girls mouth with my come. I feel kind of bad for the girl, so I pull her up and lay her down on my bed. I pull her thong off, spreading her legs wide, and feast on her. I could have fucked her like she was probably expecting when she came back here with me, but I don't want my dick in her. I bring the girl to her climax with my tongue before telling her that it's time to go home. She looks heartbroken. I'm not living up to my rock star image. "You don't like me?" She whines.

  "No, it's not that." I pull my jeans up, fastening my belt. I sigh, what can I say? "I'm just fucked up right now."

  She's dressed now in her barely there dress, and she smiles at me. It's a sad smile. "I get it."

  "You do?"

  She nods her head, grabbing her shoes and bag. "You're hung up on a girl." I don't answer, guiding her to the door. She hunts through her bag for her phone. "Why am I here then?"

  "We're not together, and she won't even talk to me."

  "I don't get it."

  Shit, why am I telling her this? We walk into the living room, sitting on the giant sofa. Maybe I can get some useful girly advice. "We knew each other, we hooked up, but then she ran out on me, pissed one morning. The band got signed and it went crazy. We all wanted to come back home and I saw her, but she never talks to me. She doesn't give me a chance to ask her what's wrong."

  "What are you going to do?" She suddenly looks sad for me.

  "Fuck, I don't know. I thought bringing you back would help me get over her." I rub my face with my hands and groan. "Maybe I should just leave her alone."

  "You must have done something to upset her." I look up at her and frown. "A girl usually acts like that if a guy has hurt her. She's protecting herself."

  "Yeah?" This is the most honest insight I've got! Yes, she doesn't know Tanya, but the girls won't tell me shit. I'll take what I can.

  "I can't be sure because I don't know her, but it might be that. Think back to the last time you saw her and what happened, what was said and you might find out what upset her. You can't give up on her. I can tell she means something to you."

  A scream interrupts us and her eyes widen. James is upstairs so I know it must have been Max's girl. I stand, this girl deserves a good night, after all that's why she got into the limo, and I've acted like a bastard. "You wanna join them?" Her cheeks blush, but she stands and follows me to the games area. Now Jax isn't here, Max and I added a bed in the outhouse, perfect for when you're having some pool or Jacuzzi fun and don't want to run up to your room.

  As we walk closer to the passionate moans the girl adds. "Since when does Leo give up on a girl? She's lucky to have you, keep trying."

  I smile. "What's your name?"

  "Rose."

  "Well Rose, Max will give you a great night." I walk outside and see Max has moved from the Jacuzzi to the bed now. I clear my throat, Max looks up from the girls’ pussy. "You want another?"

  I nod my head to where Rose is standing. Max gives me a puzzled look, and I give him a nod of my head. I'll let him know later. He smiles at Rose. "Hey beautiful, you ever licked a girls pussy before?" She shakes her head, no. "Ever had a girl lick you while you suck on a cock?" Rose's eyes widen, and she shakes her head no again. Max breaks into a wide smile. "Come and join in then."

  Rose drops her shoes and bag, walking towards the bed. I take that as my cue to leave and smile at Rose as I do.

  When I get back to my room I fall onto the bed. What the fuck is happening?

  Chapter 11

  Kendal

  I get into bed, laying down with a long, appreciative, sigh. It's so nice to
be back in my own bed. Jax and I got back from our honeymoon this afternoon, and I am so tired. I loved every single second, The week alone with my husband was amazing, but I'm glad to be finally home. Now I can sleep in my own bed, and vomit in my own toilet. Jax is constantly nagging me to be careful about everything I do, my full time sickness isn't helping his worrying either.

  I've missed the hell out of my little boy, he's been on my mind the whole time I've been away from him. I can't wait to see him tomorrow. I'll have to wait until the afternoon though, in the morning we're having our first baby scan! I'm super excited, and I know that Jax is too, he hasn't stopped talking about it.

  Jax walks out of the bathroom, gloriously naked, confidently sauntering over to me on the bed. "I know you're tired baby, so I'm gonna be gentle."