by TM Watkins
“Can you imagine what’s going through their minds? They’ve gloated for years, telling anyone that would listen that their perfect son James is a lawyer. Beth the doctor and Jane, well she’s on the right track to follow in her sister’s footsteps. But that insolent Curtis, he didn’t do what he was told. Instead of going to a university as his parents demanded, he joined a rock band. They told him he would fail and he’d be broke, living in a squalid place that wouldn’t be fit for a rat. Then he proves them wrong, rising above the hatred and becoming someone that is loved by the world. He becomes a millionaire almost instantly, something that his siblings will have to struggle to attain. Curtis is rich, famous, adored and he’s talented. He proved them wrong, and they can’t stand it. He’s shown them that he is amazing and they’re jealous.”
Jaxon was right. He’d hit that proverbial nail right on the head. Sam contemplated what Jaxon had said and how terrible it was that this has happened. All Curtis wanted was to be loved by his parents and Sam couldn’t figure out why they were like this. There was nothing wrong with being a drummer in a rock band. It took great talent yet his parents didn’t see it that way.
His attention turned to Curtis who staggered out of the bathroom, being held up by Austin.
“Sammy!” Curtis crooned.
Sensing that he was about to be inundated, Sam moved over on the bench seat. Curtis dumped himself next to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, landing a big, wet kiss on his cheek.
“Glad you’re back buddy.”
“Thank you, Mister Andrews. I am glad to be back.”
“We’re going to,” Curtis frowned. “Where are we going?”
“We’re in Glasgow, on our way to the performance, so you need to be sober for it.”
Curtis shook his head in dismay. Sober and performance didn’t reside in the same sentence as each other.
“Can’t. Don’t want to.”
“You have no choice,” Jerry said tersely.
Again, he shook his head.
“Come on man, do it for pokey.”
Curtis looked at Sam, wondering when he started to call himself pokey. He hated that name.
“You want to be sober and kick my ass at the competition, right?”
He huffed, almost rolling his eyes with the amusement.
“I don’t bang groupies, pokey. You know that. Random women who don’t know who I am, sure but groupies, no.”
“Whatever. My point is that everyone around you wants a brother that is sober and awake to enjoy this life. I’ve been on this bus for a few minutes now, and yet this is the first time you’ve spoken to me. Rather sad, don’t you think?”
Curtis grumbled as he pushed up from the seat. He’d said something but Sam couldn’t understand him. Sam and Jerry exchanged looks, both of them knew that the battle had only just begun.
Chapter 12
Sam narrowed his gaze at the brightly lit stage. Curtis was partially sober. It was enough to keep himself going in his own mind while maintaining what Jerry wanted. There was no alcohol on the bus and the hotels that Eleanor had emailed, returned the email saying that the alcohol in the rooms would be replaced with juice, water, and sodas but as for the backstage area, that was forgotten.
Jerry cursed up a storm when he walked into the room. Curtis had walked ahead of them, still in sight and given the freedom that he needed. All it took was one little distraction, and Curtis was on his own. When Sam walked into the room with Jerry, they both instantly found the table that was lined with things that the band had requested on the rider. The small table was so full of bottles it looked like it might collapse at any moment. It outshone the table of food, Sam turned his nose up at the junk and wished that they’d listened to him when he said they needed to eat healthier.
It was obvious that a bottle was missing. Each of the bottles was lined up with almost perfect precision, so the spot that stood out like a neon light was enough to make Jerry panic.
Curtis was halfway through the bottle of Jack when Jerry found him. He protested when the bottle was ripped away from him, and if it was anyone else, Curtis might have thrown a punch. But not Jerry. The man was almost like an adoptive father to him. He’d taken him under his wing, helped him in every aspect of his life.
Sam sighed and turned away from the stage. For two hours, he didn’t have to watch any of them. He was free to do his other tasks. Like making sure that one of the staff for the entertainment center had removed the alcohol. They weren’t impressed, but Sam pointed out that they’d be able to use the alcohol elsewhere.
“Mister Easton,”
Sam stopped, his body tightened. He’d hoped that he wouldn’t run into Lilly the events coordinator for this place again. Forcing a smile, he turned to the woman who had been hounding him all evening about the alcohol portion of the rider.
“Yes, Miss Stanley.”
“We can go around in circles all night, and this can drag out into weeks of emails between the two of us so, I think that we can cut to the chase here. The rider was provided as requested and then altered at the last minute, putting my team out of pocket. We can move past the alcohol portion even if we can’t reuse it elsewhere as you claim.”
She was air quoting with two of her fingers, the others wrapped around her phone and a lanyard full of keys, access card, and identification. Sam ignored the air quote, mindlessly thinking of how much he hated it when people did that.
“But the juice? No way. I had to send someone to the overpriced place across the road.”
Taking a deep breath in, Sam opened up the rider list on his tablet and turned it to show the woman.
“What does the second line say?”
Lilly rolled her eyes, displaying a lot of attitude.
“The rider may be altered at any point leading up to and including the time of the band’s arrival at the performance location. That’s not the point Mister Easton.”
“I’m afraid it is, my dear.”
His finger dragged over the screen, moving to the second page. This was his foolish attempt at trying to make those five boys healthier. It was nothing but a waste of time in his opinion, but as always, he tried.
“And this line here?”
Lilly pressed her lips together, glaring at Sam.
“Fresh juices of various flavors.”
“So, we can agree that if you had completed the rider as agreed, then you would not be out of pocket as you say that you are. I find it curious that only the first half of the list has been provided. If you weren’t prepared to complete the list, then you should have notified me.”
Stepping back, Sam turned on his heels and walked away. As he stalked down the corridor, he could hear the click of her heels on the floor. The music overhead was drowned out enough that the sound of her hurried pace was rather loud.
“The list was ridiculous.”
“Not as ridiculous as some,” Sam muttered, stopping to look at the woman. “Night Fire only ever ask for things that can be easily obtained. They do not ask for expensive water, they are happy with standard bottle water. They do not ask for mood lighting, fancy furniture or amenities that are ridiculous. Just an air-conditioned room that can accommodate five men and a few of their helpers. Clean, reasonably well maintained and enough for them to relax before and after the performance. Yes, they asked for a lot of alcohol, but this place has a restaurant and a bar, so I’m sure that you didn’t pay that much for what has been provided. If you didn’t get the items at cost, then more fool you. In fact, I think that you could have got the juice from the restaurant.”
Sam stepped closer, Lilly backed away as she looked up at him. Her back hit the wall, she gasped with shock.
“Perhaps you’d like to tell me what’s really going on, then we can deal with it and move on. I’ve got so much to do tonight, and there aren’t nearly enough hours left in the day. So, Miss Stanley, what is it that you want? Photos with the band? To meet them? Perhaps you’d like to have a little fun with one of them?”
&n
bsp; Lilly’s cheeks flushed, her mouth parting slightly.
“It’s not like that.”
“It never is.” He whispered dryly.
Sam grinned as he moved closer, lowering to her.
“I control their time.” He whispered in her ear. “If you want in their bed then you have to go through me first.”
Lilly smiled, walking into the room next to them. She waited for Sam to walk in, closing and locking the door. As she unzipped the dress, Lilly watched Sam’s eyes as they followed a path down her body.
Once she was naked, Lilly pulled herself up onto the table, waiting for Sam to undress.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to induct you into the hall of fame.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s a competition the band is running and one that I am unfortunately participating in. All I need is a photo of my conquest, naked and with the used condom. Date and location wrote on the woman, and I get to add another notch to my belt.”
She grinned at him.
“Will the one that I pick ask this of me as well?”
“Absolutely and I ask that you don’t tell them of what’s about to happen.”
“You’re planning on flying under the radar?”
“Bingo.”
Lilly thought about it and decided that if she was going to give him a nude photo, it had to be worth her while.
“Alright but on one condition.”
“Name it.”
“I want mind-blowing head.”
Her legs parted, and Sam looked down at the flesh that glistened from the light overhead. She was wet and ready.
“They won’t know?”
“Not a word.”
Sam nodded and lowered to his knees, shifting Lilly forward for easier access. His tongue dragged along the seam, Sam watched as Lilly’s eyes closed with ecstasy. Long fingernails dragged over the hard nipple, teasing and pulling on the flesh.
Sam Easton ate pussy like a starved man, Lilly had never been given head that was so good. He circled the apex over the clitoris, lashing his tongue at the delicate skin. Pressing his lips, he dragged it out, letting it go so that his tongue could flatten and slide over it.
It was never enough for him, always craving the pleasure that he could give. This made him feel invincible, it made him feel stronger and proud. He was a man that gave, and it was always good. There was something about it that he loved. Maybe it was because it made the woman happy, maybe it was because giving it was a powerful thing. For Sam though, it didn’t matter. He was what his cousin called a candy licker, and Sam always said that he was proud of that name.
When her body tightened, Sam looked up at Lilly again. Her body sagged as a heavy groan escaped her, a sated smile stretching over her full lips.
Aware of how short time was, Sam stood and put a condom on.
“Ready?”
Lilly nodded, still smiling. Her breath hitched as Sam filled her slowly, his hands pushing up her torso and cupping her breasts that were full. She was gorgeous, full figured and tight.
“I am going to fuck you hard and fast. It’s going to be quick so, hold on.”
Sam’s hands moved to her hips, gripping her body tight. Lilly was a screamer, as soon as Sam started flexing into her, she was moaning. Flat on her back, naked as the day she was born. Sam was between her legs, pounding hard. Screwing her had been the best thing in Sam’s night, and as he came with a mighty groan, he grinned.
Aside from the amazing feeling of his pleasure, Sam had the wicked thoughts of the game running through his mind. While they worked, he’d screw whatever woman batted their lashes at him. Those boys would have their time with the pretty ladies, but it was nowhere near as much as what Sam could set aside.
He’d keep it low, pretending that he was plodding along and far behind everyone else. He would listen, keeping a mental tab on who was in the lead and how far he was to taking the lead. The time apart hadn’t been much, one day. It was significant in the way that they could have got up to a lot of mischief in his absence, but Sam knew their schedule. Time didn’t really permit for anything on the larger scale. Small pockets of time would have crept up the tally but nothing that could be detrimental.
“You like that?” Lilly purred.
Her muscles tightened, and Sam groaned.
“Damn.”
She giggled, teasing her fingers along the taut arm. As much as she wanted time with any one of the band members, she’d happily take from this guy again. He knew his way around a woman’s body, much to her devious delight. He knew where to touch, what felt good and damn, that cock was a good size.
As he pulled out of her, Lilly looked down at that pleasure machine. Biting her lips, she wondered if he stayed in the same hotel as the band. Maybe she could get another round from him after she’d bedded one of the band members.
Sam offered the condom to Lilly and picked up the lipstick, writing the city and the date. To add to it, he wrote her name and job title on her stomach as well. Those boys never bothered with the girl’s names, but Sam would be different. He would do this for all of them. The bonus was that he’d remember them better too.
Lilly leaned back on her hands, spreading her legs. The condom was draped over one thigh, waiting for Sam to take the picture.
“It’s a turn on.” She cooed. “Sam, fuck me again.”
He looked up at her and wondered if it would count as another number or if it would be ignored because it was the same woman. Did Jaxon mention that? Sam couldn’t remember.
“Sorry, my dear. Rather worn out. Perhaps later?”
Lilly grinned, nodding. Taking the phone off him, she added a few more pictures to the camera roll.
“You like having your picture taken?”
Again, she nodded. The devious glint in her eyes gave Sam a wicked idea.
“On your hands and knees, face the wall.”
Lilly handed the phone back and moved onto her knees, lowering onto her hands.
“Ass up in the air, go down onto your forearms.”
As she lowered, Sam picked up the lipstick and wrote the letters s and m on each thigh. At the edges of each of the inner thighs, he outlined the a. The letters were large, spelling out his name in the dirtiest way possible.
Stepping back, Sam took the picture and smiled to himself. The only one who could even come close to doing something this wicked was Jaxon if he shortened his name to Jax.
“What did you write?”
Sam showed Lilly the picture, making her laugh. Taking a tissue, he wiped the lipstick off Lilly’s body and helped her off the table.
“So, which one of those deviates do you want to spend the night with?”
Lilly bit her lip, thinking about it as she redressed.
“Not sure. Any thoughts? Who is better?”
“Well, considering that I’ve never fucked them, I can’t honestly say.”
Pulling his pants on, Sam did up the zipper and button and leaned on the wall.
“What about looks? Any of them do it for you?”
“They all do. I’m not fussy.”
“Okay, so what about the package? Sadly, I have seen things, and as much as I don’t like the memories of it, I have them so for you, my dear, they are beneficial.”
Lilly gestured to Sam, grinning slightly.
“Well, you were a pleasurable size. So definitely no smaller than you. Maybe bigger, is that possible?”
Sam huffed with mild amusement, lifting off the wall to continue dressing.
“Yes, it’s entirely possible. There is one that is what I term, porn star size.”
“You mean, like really big?”
“Big and thick.”
“Oh,” Lilly said softly. “I guess so.”
He grinned, wondering if she was regretting the request. Putting the used condom into his pocket, Sam picked up his phone and tablet. Lilly was dressing quickly, much to Sam’s delight. He didn’t want to be delayed for any longer.
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Good. There will be an after party at the hotel. Go to the front desk and ask for me. Don’t mention the band to them because they will kick you out while telling you that they’re not in the hotel. Don’t bring anyone else with you because this is an invitation for you alone.”
Why? Because he wanted to control the environment. If he limited how many women came to the hotel, he could ensure that their nightlife was capped. Austin always liked to double his love, and he’d be determined to win again so it was likely that he’d try to triple his love this time around. But Sam was wiser than he let on. He’d pull it back to the two women and say nothing.
It would be a struggle, and he couldn’t do it all the time. Otherwise, Austin would wise up to him and take the selection out of Sam’s control.
It could work. Sam smiled as he opened the door, letting Lilly walk through with a sultry swing of her hips. It would be more than could. This would work.
Chapter 13
Fraser narrowed his eyes at the blonde woman, pokey was in his ear about her.
“She looks rather well endowed.”
“Dude, you’ve learned. Well done.”
“I aim to please Mister Newton. Have fun.”
He huffed his mild amusement, wandering off to the woman. Sam watched as Fraser wrapped his arm around Lilly’s waist, whispering something in her ear. She giggled and looked back over Fraser’s shoulder, winking at Sam.
With the two of them safely ensconced in Fraser’s hotel room, Sam turned to the other women that had been selected. Austin was already off with his two women, and Evan had wandered in with two that he’d found by himself which meant that there was one left over.
“My dear, into this room,” Sam said softly.
“Oh okay.”
She frowned, looking across the corridor. The door to Jaxon’s room was closing, and she realized that she wasn’t getting a band member.
“But I,”
“I know,” Sam said with feigned reluctance. “But we can’t win them all, right? He might emerge later, you never know what will happen. Now, make yourself comfortable, I’ll be back with some friends.”
Sam closed the door and scurried down to the staircase door. Carefully he opened it, letting out the other women he’d brought back.
