Off Your Rocker?

by K E Osborn

  “We have to do that again,” I say as he rubs himself with the pristine white towel.

  He chuckles. “That good, eh?” he asks and my eyes bulge as I nod my head emphatically.

  “Oh, God yes,” I say as he leans in for a kiss.

  By the time Colt and I finish our shower it’s time for us to get ready for his concert at Madison Square Garden in New York. It was so nice to spend the day with him, just us alone – with zero interruptions. I let Colt help me pick something to wear. I don’t have a lot of ‘rocker’ style clothing with me, but my trusty, now ripped jeans, are definitely helping me to fit in.

  “This is cute,” he says pulling out a black lacy bra and matching panties.

  I grab them off him and throw them back in the suitcase, and he chuckles at me.

  “That’s not helping, Colt,” I reply getting frustrated with myself that I only have cutesy tops and cardigans in my suitcase.

  “Okay, how about this, I’ll go next door and grab something of Anna’s. You girls are about the same size. I know she won’t mind helping us out. I’ll be right back,” he continues while he rushes out of the room wearing only his boxer briefs. Man the guy oozes confidence, although I guess with a body and face like his you’re allowed to. I stand around in my jeans and bra waiting for him to come back. The door opens and my eyes bulge as he walks in with Anna, Sia and another couple of Slayettes. I quickly cover myself with the tangled sheet from the bed.

  “Colt,” I exclaim loudly and they all laugh.

  “Baby, they’re chicks! They have their own set of tits, they’re not going to be worried about seeing yours,” he says, walking over to me and then kissing my head. I glare at him.

  “Oh, c’mon Little Bean, it’s sprouting time,” Sia advises as she pulls the sheet away from me. Colt laughs while they all walk me into the en-suite.

  “Okay, put this on and we’ll deal with your hair and makeup,” Anna says shoving a black sequined boob tube into my arms.

  “I can’t wear that,” I answer holding up the thin piece of material which is just enough to cover my boobs and that’s pretty much it.

  “Yes you can and you will. Don’t you wanna look sexy for the Sladenator?” one of the girls asks, which causes laughter to erupt from the rest of them.

  “You’ve been hanging around Dingo too much, Kira,” Sia replies as she shakes her head. “God, I’m married to the moron and I’d never call Colt the Sladenator,” she says. I look over into the bedroom and I see Colt getting dressed while looking at me. I wink at him and he smiles brightly and then gestures and mouths that he’s going next door. I nod and he winks back, and then walks away. I turn my attention back to the girls who are discussing how my hair should be done. I exhale as I look at the shower and remember Colt’s hands all over me.

  “Lia? Earth to Lia? C’mon put the top on so we can decide on your hair, up or down,” Kira says snapping me out of my reverie. I smile and put the top on. It’s barely even a top. I don’t feel comfortable wearing it, but I want to look hot for Colt, so I suck it up and let the girls make me over... again.

  We make our way to the penthouse suite and even I think I look smoking hot. The girls really did a great job, even though I’m still a little self-conscious and walk with my arms wrapped around my naked midriff. Sia opens the penthouse suite door and we all walk in.

  “Colter Slade, come and see your rockin’ it rock chick,” Anna yells out as I flush red.

  Dingo walks in and wolf whistles. “Hooey! Lookin’ hot there, Little Bean,” he says.

  Colt walks into the room and his eyes lock on to mine.

  “Doesn’t she look stunning, Colt?” Sia asks.

  His face contorts, like he’s angry, his nostrils are flaring and I can hear his heavy breathing from here. Not at all the look I was hoping for. He storms over to me and pulls my arms down which are wrapped around my stomach.

  “What the fuck is this?” he shouts pointing to my midriff.

  I grimace and swallow.

  “I know isn’t it awesome?” Anna replies.

  He gives her a huge death glare. “No, it’s not fucking awesome. Anna I don’t care if you wear shit like this, but my girl will not go out in public showing off her flesh, dressed so that every man will want her. No, I won’t have it! C’mon Lia, you’re getting changed,” he shouts dragging me by the arm. I gasp and walk along with him in a state of shock.

  “Seriously Colt, get a grip. She’s hot, deal with it,” Anna says.

  “And that’s exactly the reason she can’t wear this shit. Lia, your skin is for my eyes only remember?” He looks down at me with his forehead furrowed and lips pursed. I swallow hard and nod as he drags me from the penthouse suite to our suite next door.

  I feel a sudden wave of dejection wash over me.

  Maybe he doesn’t think I look good enough to be seen with him and that’s why he wants me to change?

  “Colt,” I whisper softly.

  “What?” he replies abruptly as he swipes the key card to open our suite door.

  “I’m sorry I’m not pretty enough for you,” I whisper quietly. He grunts and pulls me through the door shutting it behind me. Then his lips are on mine as he pushes me hard against the door. His tongue enters my mouth while his hand makes its way to my breast. He massages it hard making me moan slightly. His other hand takes my wrist and holds it above my head against the door. My head is spinning, one minute he’s flaming mad and then the next he’s flaming lascivious. I can’t keep up with his mood swings. He grinds his hips into me and my head falls back against the door.

  “Fuck Lia,” he murmurs as he slows his passionate kiss. “Don’t you ever think that you’re not pretty enough for me. That’s the problem Lia, you’re too damn hot, and if you dress like that, then while I’m on stage all the guys will want to get their hands on you and I can’t do anything about it while I’m up there. No one can touch you except for me. Is that clear?” he states tightening his grip on my wrist and grinding into me again. I nod and he exhales resting his forehead against mine.

  “Good. The things I want to do to you right now. You look amazing baby, but I can’t take the risk of some other guys coming after you. So, let’s get you into a different top, yeah?” he asks seemingly a lot calmer.

  “Okay,” I reply as he releases my wrist and moves his hand from my breast to my cheek.

  “Good girl,” he says and lightly kisses my lips. I’m not sure what to think about this. I can kind of see where he’s coming from, but he could’ve gone about it differently. He takes my hand and leads me over to my suitcase where he picks out a white vest that extends well down past my hips and he take out his leather jacket for me to wear. I still look like a rock chick, but just not a glammed up rock chick because the leather jacket is swimming on me.

  “There. Still hot, just leaves more to the imagination, which I like,” he says as he takes my hand and then gestures for me to twirl. I giggle and do as he says.

  “Perfect.” He kisses me so softly.

  We arrive at Madison Square Garden and are ushered into our dressing rooms. The Slayettes in one and the band in the other. Apparently it’s the same everywhere they go. The guys like to focus before they go on stage and the girls are a distraction so they are separated. Anna walks up behind me and folds her arm in with mine. I turn to her and smile.

  “So what was with Colt’s ‘you can’t wear that’ overprotective bullshit? I’ve never seen him act like that toward anyone before,” she says raises an eyebrow as we take a seat on the white leather lounge.

  I shrug. “He said that he doesn’t want any other guy to look at me dressed like that because they’d want me or something crazy like that. Which is ridiculous because no one would want me when there’s Slayettes who are way prettier than me. I was so shocked by him making me change that I didn’t really question it, but now I can’t help but think how ridiculous it was.”

  “Yeah, tell me about it, but he’s right about one thing, the way yo
u were dressed, guys would’ve wanted you. So, if he’s worried about that, then he must have it bad,” Anna exclaims, as Sia brings us over some champagne in fluted glasses.

  “Cheers, slags and sluts,” she exclaims and I take my flute from her.

  “Cheers,” Anna and I both say and then take a mouthful.

  “So, Colter has his dick in a spin about you hey, Lia?” Sia questions while she sits down next to me.

  “Pardon?”

  Sia and Anna both laugh. “You’re hilarious – Pardon? The way you say that, makes you sound so posh,” Anna says. Sia laughs and I roll my eyes. “He has his dick in a spin. You know he’s all twisted up about you. You really have affected him, Lia. The way he looks at you, well he’s never looked at any of us that way. Well, of course he wouldn’t look at Anna and me that way but Jessi, Kira, Steph and Rach have all been with him and none of them have the effect that you do on him.”

  I cringe at the mention of four other girls in the room that Colt’s slept with. Obviously I knew he’d been with some of them, but knowing exactly who makes my skin crawl. I clear my throat and half-smile.

  “Sorry I shouldn’t have said anything about the other girls. That’s probably too much information for our Little Bean to handle. It seems you’re as taken by our Colter as he is with you.”

  I tilt my head in curiosity. “How do you know?”

  “Because that little ping of jealously that just crossed over your face, told me everything about how you feel about Colt,” Sia replies and smirks at me.

  “I like him, I do—”

  “But?” Ana questions.

  “He said he doesn’t do the boyfriend thing, but that we’re exclusive. I don’t think that I’m enough for him,” I babble.

  “You’re right, he needs a bad arse sexual woman, not a tight arse prissy little chick like you,” Jessi grumbles drawing my attention to her. And in a way I know she’s right, but I also want to prove her wrong.

  “And by a bad arse sexual woman you mean a skanky arse bicycle?” I reply surprising myself.

  “Bicycle? What kind of stupid insult is that?”

  “It means everyone’s had a ride Jessi,” I say as Anna and Sia laugh, really laugh. Jessi glares at me and walks out of the room in a huff.

  “Holy shit Lia, that was awesome sauce,” Anna exclaims and Sia pats me on the back.

  “Little Bean, you’re definitely sprouting. I’m proud of you,” Sia states while she stands up and then walks out of the room.

  “I feel bad, I shouldn’t have said that to Jessi,” I tell Anna.

  “Are you kidding me? She’s a bitch and she deserves to be put in her place. I just wish Colt was here to see it. It probably would’ve made him hard to watch that little cat fight,” she says with a smile. I let out a slight giggle and take another sip of my champagne.

  There’s a quick knock and then I see Colt peep his head around the door. His eyes flick around the room until he spots me.

  “Hey, Sladenator. What the hell are you doing in here? Isn’t that breaking tradition?” Kira asks as he walks in.

  “Yeah, but rules are meant to be broken,” he answers walking over to me with a massive grin on his face. “Lia, Anna, can I have a word?” Colt asks as he gestures for us to head out into the hall. I nod and we stand up and walk out with Colt, his hand on the small of my back. I’m thinking that maybe jealous Jessi has gone and told on me like the school girl bitch that she is. Once outside, Colt takes my hand in his and walks us down to the band’s room.

  “Colt what’s going on?” Anna asks.

  “We have something we wanna ask you ladies.”

  “We?” I ask.

  “Yeah Dingo, Johnny and me,” he replies as we walk into their room. Sia’s already there and sitting on Dingo’s lap and when we walk in Anna goes over to Johnny who’s strumming his bass guitar quietly on the lounge.

  “So ah, what’s this about guys?” Anna asks as I stand next to Colt holding his hand.

  “So, we decided seeing as it’s our first night in a new country playing to our fans, we thought that we’d start a new tradition,” Johnny says.

  I look at Anna and she shrugs.

  “We have nothing but the utmost respect for our partners, so we want you to be with us as close as possible when we play tonight,” Colt says.

  “I’m not coming on stage with you, Colt. No way,” I reply and the guys chuckle.

  “No, we don’t want you on stage, but we do want you in the wings of the stage, so we can more easily get to you as soon as we finish playing. You’re my muse and I need to be able to see you and not have to worry about the crowd and how rowdy or rough they might get around you,” Colt advises looking directly at me. “That goes for you two as well. We want you in the wings with Lia, because you both mean so much to all of us that we don’t want anything to happen to any of you.”

  “But what about the rest of the Slayettes?” Sia asks.

  “They can still go out to the front of the stage and watch. We just want you three to be safe. We don’t know what the crowd will be like here, and we don’t want to risk any of you getting hurt,” Dingo states, saying the most sensible thing I think I’ve ever heard him say, not that he actually says anything sensible normally.

  “Okay,” I mumble and Anna nods and leans in to kiss Johnny.

  “Good,” Colt says wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

  “What does Hux think of this new tradition?” Sia asks. Colt shakes his head as I realise that he’s not in the room.

  “He’s just pissed because he’s the only single one,” Dingo adds making me look up at Colt. He looks down at me and smiles. I guess that means the exclusive thing cancels out Colt being single. I still don’t get how he can say that he’s not my boyfriend, but that he’s not single.

  How does that even work?

  “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Colt leans down and whispers in my ear.

  “Just shocked that I’m here,” I reply.

  “I wouldn’t want you anywhere else, baby,” he says as Huxley walks back in with five other guys.

  “Hey Jarred, you all right, yeah?” Colt asks as he high fives the lead singer of their warm up group, Dragon’s Lair. I remember them from the concert on London, although I haven’t met them officially.

  “Who’s this pretty young thing?” Jarred asks walking over to me raising his eyebrows insinuatingly.

  “No way mate, she’s mine,” Colt reveals, halting Jarred in his tracks. I edge a little closer to Colt. There’s something about Jarred that makes me uneasy. He’s looking at me like I’m a piece of meat he’s about to devour and I don’t like it one little bit.

  Another person from Dragon’s Lair walks over to us and slaps Colt on the back and then pulls him in for a manly hug.

  “Hey fucker,” the guy says making Colt laugh.

  “Hey Brad,” Colt replies.

  “So, this must be, Lia, right?” Brad asks.

  I nod my head feeling somewhat intimidated and slightly embarrassed being in a room with all of this rock royalty.

  “Well, you were right, Colt. She’s definitely a stunner. Nice to see you’re finally settling down you man whore.”

  “I’m not a man whore, and I’m not settling down either. Just putting all my time into one instead of many,” Colt replies and they both laugh.

  I let go of Colt’s hand feeling disheartened regarding what he’s just said. I bite my bottom lip while they carry on a conversation, but I tune out and go and sit down on a lounge at the back of the room. Colt doesn’t even notice that I walked away. Everyone’s so happy and cheerful waiting for the concert to start that I fade away into the background. I wrap my arms around myself once again, I seem to do this when I feel unsettled, like I am now. I feel like my feelings for Colt are growing each day, but the idea that Colt’s just filling his time with one instead of many doesn’t make me feel good at all. It makes me think that when he’s sick of me I’ll just be another s
lutty Slayette who’s been with him. I’m lost in my thoughts when I feel the lounge dip beside me. I turn to see Jarred leaning back into the lounge stretching, like he’s yawning and he rests his arm behind me on the lounge.

  Yeah, subtle Jarred, real subtle!

  “So Lia, I can’t help but notice you have a thing for lead singers,” he says making me curl up my lip in disgust.

  “Not singers, singer – just one, his name’s Colt and he’s standing right over there,” I reply.

  “Right well, when he’s had his fill, let me know. I’m more than willing to take care of you and I won’t sleep around behind your back like he will,” he says.

  Would Colt really do that?

  After everything he’s said to me about not letting anyone touch me except for him? I thought I made myself very clear that the same rules apply to him?

  “You should see your face, seriously ditch him. He’s the biggest man whore around. You’re definitely not his first and you probably won’t be the last, either. Guys like Colt, they never settle down, especially when they’re as famous as he is. If it’s a relationship you’re after, then you’re barking up the wrong tree with our Colter Slade. You need to go for someone less known, someone who’d look after you, and spoil you. Someone who’s maybe in a support band, I dunno just sayin’.”

  “Someone like you, is that what you’re saying?”

  “Well, if you want me baby I’m all yours,” he replies with a salacious grin. Urgh, he really makes my skin crawl.

  “I don’t think so, but thanks for the offer.” I move to stand up but he grabs my hand and I turn to look at him.

  “Seriously Lia, you’re too good for him. Just don’t get too attached,” he says letting go of my hand. I frown at him and walk over to Anna and Johnny who are still sitting with each other in the corner of the room.

  “Hey,” Johnny says looking over at Jarred and then back to me. “He causing trouble?” he asks and I shake my head.

  “No, he’s just trying to spook me.”