by Turner, Skye
His words piss me off. Does he want Blue? And if he’s interested, why does that thought make me want to punch him in his pretty boy face?
Fuck me! I need to go out tonight and get that blue-eyed witch off of my mind!
“Shut the fuck up, Pretty Boy. Are you assholes in here just to fuck with me? And if so, are you done? I’ve been through a traumatic experience. I need a damn nap!”
Jude stops laughing and looks at me with a serious look on his face. “Jessie, whatever is going on with you and Blue, she’s not like the women you’re used to. I know you know that. But she’s a friend of the band, and well, she’s a really close friend to me and to Lexi now. Don’t fuck that up for a piece of ass. And if that’s what you want from her, I will personally beat the shit out of you, even if you are my best friend.”
“Shit, Jude, give me some fucking credit! I’m not going to fuck Blue! We don’t even like each other. We were trapped in an elevator.” I’m pulling my hair in my exasperation. “That’s all. And if I was going to do whatever with Blue, I know she’s more than a piece of ass. Jesus, I’m not a complete dick you know.”
“I do know that.” He smiles at me as he continues, “I’m just reminding you. Don’t jump my ass. Get some sleep. We’ll catch you tonight. Last hoorah in Vegas before this tour is over. Later, man.” He grabs the guys and they all walk out, leaving me at the mini bar, but not before Liam looks back and clearly communicates that I am not to play with Blue. Grabbing two mini bottles of tequila and a new beer, I hurriedly shoot the tequila and chase it with the beer, before throwing myself face down on the bed and passing out in exhaustion. The last thing I see in my mind before I fall asleep is a purple dangly belly ring.
Blue
I’m getting ready to meet Lexi and Bradi for the mandated “Girl’s Night”. Luckily, my hair is so short, and the cut is so easy, all I have to do is add some mousse to it and as it air dries, it gets that “perfectly styled” look. As I sit down to put on my makeup, I look in the mirror and my eyes widen in horror as I see my neck. Son of a bitch! I have a freaking hickey!
Jessie “marked” me?! I haven’t had a hickey in over ten years! Getting out the concealer, I cover it as best as I can. It’s still slightly visible, but hopefully the clubs we hit tonight will be dark enough that no one will notice.
I do my face up, and my eye makeup is darker than usual, but I’ve decided tonight I am letting loose. I’m going to find a hot guy to spend some time with and wipe one sexy ass bass guitarist off my mind, so I’m pulling out all the stops.
My outfit is the last step and I’m zipping up the back of the emerald green bustier mini dress and stepping into my nude heels as a knock sounds at the door. I hop over to open it and slip my shoe on as Lexi and Bradi walk in. As I straighten up, Bradi lets out a whistle.
I smirk at her. “Good for ‘Girl’s Night’?”
I also take in their appearance. Lexi looks stunning in a black halter mini dress and black stilettos and Bradi is wearing a skintight hot pink knee length dress with a slit to her hip. She has a matching pair of boy shorts underneath it that peek out as she moves. Anywhere but Vegas, we’d look like hookers. But we look sexy and ready for a night on the town.
Bradi claps and says, “Sexy bitches to the third power! What, what!”
Lexi and I laugh. I wasn’t sure how to take Bradi at first, but I’ve come to love her no filter personality. You get it straight with her and I love that! What you see is what you get.
“Bradi, you are a nut case, but I love nuts!” giggles Lexi.
“Oh, I love nuts too!” She wiggles her eyebrows and winks at us. We all laugh.
I grab both of their arms and ask if we’re ready.
We agree that we are, link arms, and head out the door!
We catch some eyes and turn some heads as we head down the Las Vegas Strip. We hit a couple of bars, before we decide to head to the Venetian and TAO Nightclub, where my Rock Hard ID gets us in the door, no questions asked.
By the time we get settled into a table by the dance floor, again, thank you Rock Hard Magazine – we are all buzzed and having a good time. Bradi grabs the cocktail waitress as she saunters past and orders us something called a “Horny Bull”. She winks at Bradi and takes off to fill it. I think she likes her.
Twenty minutes later, we have our shots and also a second round, sent over from the bartender. We look over our shoulders towards him and he gives us a wave and a wink.
Oh boy. Let’s do this. I don’t really drink all that much in my everyday life and this drink sounds scary, but we’re all leaving together, just like we came. So why not! Oh shit, here we go.
We take the first shot and holy shit it’s strong. It makes me cough and Bradi and Lexi laugh. We clink our glasses and take the second before we head onto the dance floor. Our table is reserved, so we don’t have to worry about losing our spot.
By the time the second song starts, the shots are running through my body and the music is moving my hips. The three of us are drunk and dancing together provocatively, ignoring all the men, and some women, trying to dance with us. After about forty-five minutes, Bradi nods her head towards the table and we head back that way, a bit sweaty and sticky, but still drunk and happy.
As we sit down, I kick off my shoes and our cocktail waitress is there in minutes with bottles of water and more shots.
Bradi takes a long swig of water and holds her shot as she stares intently at me. It’s making me nervous.
“What? Stop staring at me. You’re creeping me out!”
“What happened with you and Jessie today?” she blurts out.
Lexi laughs and shakes her head, but then says, “Yeah, Blue. Tell us. What happened?”
I take my shot to distract them and then look at the table before just blurting out, “How do you know something happened?”
Bradi says, “I know because I know these things. And it’s Jessie and you look at him like he’s dipped in fucking chocolate and gold dust. And… you have a hickey, bitch!” She smirks as she points at my neck and says, “Now, spill!”
I gasp as I grab my neck, “I look at him? Oh my God, does everyone know?”
Lexi chuckles. “No, everyone doesn’t know. I don’t think the two of you know. But yes, I know. Bradi knows. Jude knows. Erik knows. And I’m pretty sure the other guys know.”
“FUCK!”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How can everyone know? I didn’t even know. I mean I knew he affected me. But shit, he’s gorgeous, what woman is not affected by him? He’s just such an asshole though. How can they know?!
“Calm down, girl. It’s ok. You look at each other that way, when you think no one is paying attention.” Lexi is saying, trying to calm my freak out. “So, are you going to tell us what happened?”
I grab my last shot, take it, and slam the glass down while looking around for more liquid courage. “We fought. Then we kissed. Then he got me off to ‘distract’ me.”
I hear a glass hit the table and it makes me look up. Both Lexi and Bradi are sitting there wide-eyed with their mouths hanging open.
Lexi is the first to recover. She puts her hand on her chest. “He kissed you and got you off and said it was a ‘distraction’?”
I nod my head “yes.”
Bradi finds her voice. “Wait. Wait. You fought… then he kissed you… then he got you off? How?” I look at her incredulously. She screeches at me. “No, I need this explained to me!”
I feel my face heating, thank God it’s dark in here. It’s also weird to be talking about this, because it’s so loud, we have to shout to be heard above the music and noise.
“Yes, we were arguing, as usual. It’s all we ever do, then I got mad and I shoved him. I shocked him with my actions and I shoved him again. I was so pissed. He flipped me around and backed me against the wall and then the next thing I know, we’re making out and then he’s touching me. I don’t really know how it happened.” I mumble.
“Shit, I know how. He’s hot! And
you want him. In the elevator… That’s so hot! How did he get you off?” Bradi is peppering me with rapid fire questions.
Lexi opens her mouth to say something, and then closes it. I think she wants the answer to Bradi’s question too.
I shake my head. I’m going to tell them. I don’t have girlfriends and they are nice. Besides, I need to talk to someone. “With his hands. He kept kissing me and my neck and he gave me this damn hickey. He just kept touching me and it was so sexy, plus it was Jessie, I exploded. And then he smirked at me and told me it was a distraction. So, I slapped him.”
“Wait! You slapped him?” Lexi asks.
“Yes, I slapped him. He was being an asshole. I don’t do things like that. I’m far from a virgin or a prude, but I don’t let guys just kiss me or touch me. I slapped him; we fought some more and that was that.”
Lexi sputters angrily, “I’m going to slap him too!”
“No need. I doubt he comes near me again. After I slapped him and we fought, I told him it wasn’t a big deal and he looked like he got pissed. So it’s over. It’s no big deal.”
Lexi frowns and says, “Well, I still think that’s bullshit. But ok, if you’re sure you’re ok with it, now onto something I’ve been wanting to ask you.” She’s tracing the lip of her water glass and her hands appear to be shaking. Is she nervous about something? “Will you be a bridesmaid in the wedding?”
I sit there shocked. Did Lexi just ask me to be in her and Jude’s wedding?
“What?”
Lexi is wringing her hands and Bradi is looking at me expectantly.
“Did you just ask me to be in your wedding? When is it? Where is it? You want me to be in your wedding? Why?”
Bradi cuts in. “Yes, she asked you. It’s in four weeks, you know that! In Louisiana, duh. And because you’re her friend, though not as awesome as me, of course!”
Lexi smiles and reaches for my hand. “Yes, I want… no we want you to be in the wedding. You mean a great deal to Jude and you’ve become a good friend to me. The wedding is at our house in Baton Rouge. December twenty-ninth. It won’t be a large ceremony. Just family and friends. If you say yes, I’ll have three in my bridal party: Bradi, Erik, and you. So, what do you say?”
I’m speechless.
Eventually I find my voice, “Yes, I’d love to. Thank you. I’m honored.”
Lexi jumps up to hug me and Bradi lets out a whoop before exclaiming, “Yes! You get to help me plan a bachelorette party! New Orleans, baby! Though it’ll probably end up lasting several days and be co-ed before this is over.”
I laugh. These girls have become such good friends and I’m so happy for Lexi and Jude.
Lexi backs away and smiles, before looking sheepish. “Well, there is one more thing…”
I take in her face and my stomach drops. “What?”
I know what she’s going to say.
“Jessie is in the wedding. Dade is the best man, but, well, you’re walking with Jessie.”
Sonofabitch!
Chapter Five
Jessie
We hit LAX and stayed there a couple of hours, before Liam and Dade decided they wanted to head on down to one of our personal favorite hangouts, TAO. Besides, the groupies were out in full force tonight and none of us were really in the mood to deal with all of that. It’s the end of the tour and we are all ready to end it and head home for a little downtime.
We get to TAO and are ushered right to the VIP entrance. We are also immediately given a booth upstairs. Ah, the perks of being a celebrity.
The place is packed tonight. The music is pumping and all I want to do is sit down and have a few drinks. From our perch, we can see everything and be seen, but we’re also separated from everyone enough that we won’t be bothered.
Dade orders the six of us a round of drinks. Within minutes they are delivered and Jude toasts to us.
“To the band. My boys. My brothers. Love you all and may we continue to be blessed with success. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else, but fuck I’m tired, and I want to go home and get married. And to Micah, thanks for hanging with us tonight.” We clink our glasses and all laugh and agree, then slam back our drinks, and order another round.
Liam is scoping out the dance floor as we wait for our second round. Our drinks are delivered and she leaves the bottle this time. Dade pours some and grabs a lime wedge from the bowl in the middle of the table before he joins Liam to watch the crowd. Jude and I sit quietly on the couch and listen to our own thoughts while Cruz plays on his phone and quietly talks to Micah. Suddenly, Dade bellows out, “Shit! Hey, Jude! Lex is looking fine tonight. Bradi looks like a cotton candy playmate, and is that Blue?”
That gets Jude’s and my attention. We jump up and look over the railing to where Dade and Liam are watching the floor. Micah also gets up to catch a peek of his lady.
Sure enough, there are the three girls all looking like every man’s wet dream. They’re talking and laughing. They all look animated and like they’re having fun. But they are oblivious to the fact that they are practically surrounded by men all leering at them, like bait in shark infested waters.
Jude says, “Oh, hell no! I’m going to get them to bring them up here. Micah, you coming grab your girl?” They head towards the stairs with some obvious hustle in their walk.
Liam looks over at me and smirks, “I think I’m going ask Blue to dance.”
I grind my teeth, but don’t respond. I just stare at him.
“You cool with that?” he puts his hands in the back pockets of his jeans and I can’t help but want to punch him in his model perfect face.
“Yup. Why should I care? Do whatever you want, man.” I grit out.
He smiles and winks. “Ok, then. See you later. I’m going dance on a sexy lady!”
As he strolls away, I punch the rail and bite out, “FUCK!”
Damn, why am I so mad? It’s not like I want her. No, I do not want Blue. Besides, she doesn’t want me anyway. But why can’t I get her taste and her scent out of my damn head. Fuck, she’s screwing with my head. She’s a witch! Dammit to hell!
Blue
I’m glad Lexi and Bradi dragged me out tonight. This is fun and it’s taking my mind off of a blue-eyed rocker whose sole purpose in life is to make me insane.
Bradi is telling us some story about her and Micah and we’re all laughing so hard we’re almost crying. Suddenly, strong arms go around Lexi and she tenses and gets ready to scream, but then she relaxes and melts into the chest at her back. Bradi and I look up and see sparkling hazel eyes.
Jude says, “Hey, ladies. Having fun?”
Lexi turns to kiss him and her whole face lights up. When she’s done, they’re both smiling.
“Hey Baby. What are you doing here? Did you know we were here? I thought you were with the guys?”
Micah steps up beside Bradi and whispers something in her ear before biting her lobe. She starts laughing and blushing, so I’m sure I don’t want to know what it was.
Before Jude can answer Lexi, I have hands on my shoulders and I turn see who it is. Jude hasn’t moved, so it has to be one of the band members. My eyes meet the mischievous blue of Liam’s eyes. He smiles as he looks around the table.
“Ladies. Blue. Dance with me?”
Jude quirks a brow and then smiles. I take Liam’s hand, slip my shoes back on, and we head out to the dance floor. Between the alcohol and the heels, my legs are a bit wobbly.
“What are you doing, Liam? Why are you asking me to dance?”
“Why not? We’re friends. And I like to dance.”
“Yes, we are friends, but we’ve never danced before. So, I repeat, what are you doing?”
“Why do I have to be doing anything? Can’t we just dance?”
“We can, yes. But that’s not what’s happening. So, what are you… oh my God… you know!”
His eyebrows go up and he looks confused for a minute. “I know what?” Then his face clears, he smirks, and he clears his thr
oat, “Oh, right. Yes I know you and Jessie had a moment in the elevator earlier.”
I’m so embarrassed. How much does he know? Did Jessie tell him what happened? I’ve never gotten that vibe from Liam and he doesn’t need me if he’s horny, so what is he doing?
“What are you doing, Liam? I’m not going to sleep with you.”
He looks shocked and then laughs. “Seriously, Blue? I don’t want to sleep with you. I mean you are gorgeous, but I don’t want to sleep with you.” He’s laughing and I’m not certain if I should be relieved or offended.
“Well, you’re gorgeous too. Like it’s not even normal for you to look like you look. You look like a Greek God… But I don’t want to sleep with you either.” I’m staring into his face with drawn brows.
“Shit, woman. How much have you had to drink tonight?” He’s trying desperately to hold in his laughter and failing miserably.
“Why? Because I don’t want to sleep with you?” I’m exasperated. What is with these men and their egos?!
He’s grabbing my hips and we’re dancing while we have this insane conversation. I am really drunk.
“No, I know you don’t want to sleep with me. You’re in love with Jessie.”
The fuck you say?
“I am not in love with Jessie!” He looks at me and arches his brows. “What? I’m not! I can’t be in love with Jessie. That would be stupid and ridiculous. I’m not in love with that asshole.”
“Right. Ok, then. Back to your question,” He has a look in his eye that I would probably be wary of if I was sober. “So, ‘Why am I dancing with you?’ I’m proving a point. Want to help me make it?” He’s watching me, waiting for my reaction.
In my inebriated state, I think about it… am I in love with Jessie? Well if I am, I’m screwed.
“Sure. How am I going to do that?” I shrug.
He stops dancing and just looks at me with twinkling eyes, while he pulls me closer to his body. My eyes go wide as I realize too late what he’s about to do. Too late.
He whispers, “Just go with it and wrap your arms around my neck,” right before his lips find mine and I’m kissing Liam in the middle of a crowded dance floor in Las Vegas.
