by T Gephart
“Lexi,” he sighed as he kissed my neck. “This isn’t how I wanted this to happen for us.” He tried to reign in his breathing as he dipped his head to look at me.
“If I had’ve known throwing on a sexy dress and going undercover was going to turn you on so much I would have done it days ago.” I giggled as I moved my hands across the waistband of his leather pants to fumble with the zipper.
“Lexi, what turned me on was seeing how happy you are. It’s not the dress or the hair or the fake tits.” His face suddenly became serious. “Actually, all that stuff kind of makes me feel like I’m cheating on you, with you. I mean I know it’s you, but it doesn’t look like you. Does that sound weird?”
His brow furrowed as he tried to reconcile whether finding me attractive or wanting to be with me in my current incarnation constituted as cheating. I don’t think I could love him anymore than I already did, but the fact that he was even taking that into consideration was just plain adorable. Who would have thought that notorious ladies man Alex Stone, lead guitarist for Power Station would be so unwavering in his devotion?
“Well Mr. Stone, I won’t tell your wife if you won’t. What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her and I’m such a big fan.” I bit my lip seductively, secretly enjoying his little internal struggle.
“Jesus, I shouldn’t have said anything.” He rolled his eyes, as his grin spread. “It’s not like you to be an opportunist, is it?”
“Oh, please Alex,” I teased as I rubbed my breasts up against his chest. “I heard you have such a big cock. I bet your wife doesn’t suck it like I can.” I lifted my hand and fisted his t-shirt. “No one ever has to know, besides rumor has it she is such a bitch. She doesn’t deserve you.” I knew I was role-playing, but there was a part of me deep down that meant the last part. I didn’t deserve him.
“She is a bitch, but I love her.” He lightly touched my cheek as he moved his face closer to mine. “And no one has ever sucked my cock like she does.”
His lips came crushing down on mine. Whatever struggle he had going on seemed to have either rectified itself or he was making his peace with his perceived infidelity.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
I didn’t see Dan. My vision was obscured by Alex’s back, and the fact his lips were firmly planted on mine. However there was no mistaking his voice or his annoyance.
Alex pulled his lips from mine as I buried my face in his chest to stop from laughing. He held me close as he angled to the side slightly so he could see Dan.
“I can’t believe what I just fucking heard. Stone, you dumb piece of shit,” Dan bellowed, his anger not receding despite the end of our affectionate display.
“Dan. Calm down. It’s not what it looks like.” Alex smiled as I kept my face hidden. Yeah, I know. I probably should have stepped in and put Dan out of his misery, but hearing him get so fired up, willing to defend my honour was kind of touching.
“Not what it looks like? I’m not fucking blind asshole, and I heard you. You’re cheating on Lexi with this groupie whore. What’s wrong with you? I’m so going to kick your ass.” Dan lunged forward with his fist. Alex maneuvered us out of the way just before it made contact with his face.
“Dan. For fucks sake.” I pushed away from Alex and threw my hands onto Dan’s chest. “Calm down.”
“What the fuck?” Dan’s confusion was priceless. “Lexi?” His eyes widened as turned his head from side to side as he took in my appearance, breaking his fighter’s stance. “Is that…you?”
“Yes Dan, it’s me. He’s not cheating on me. It is me.” I repeated as turned to face him. “It’s me.”
“What the hell? Why? What? Dude… this is just messed up.” Dan’s eyes darted between Alex and me. He unclenched his fists and relaxed his arms by his sides. “Is this some kinky role play shit?”
“Dan.” I wrapped my arms around his still tense body and hugged him. “I just wanted to go out without everyone scrutinising me. I thought it would be fun to dress up.” I released him from my embrace. “I wanted one night outside the fishbowl. I was just sick of people looking at me since the attack.” I watched Dan wince as I said the last part.
My trauma had had a kind of domino effect on the people closest to me. All the guys in the band had worn the same pained, angry looks when they’d seen my broken body in hospital. During those dark days, each one of them had given me their heartfelt pledge to be there for me and for Alex, and to do whatever needed to be done. James even broke protocol and made a statement to the press a few days later—despite me instructing him to let Matt handle it and to say nothing—insisting that they back the hell off and let Alex and me heal. I knew that during those times Alex struggled and wouldn’t open up to me, it was with his brothers he took solace. They grounded him, stopped him from getting on a plane and taking matters into his own hands. They had stopped being my job a long time ago and I loved each and every one of them. Without out a doubt, this was my family.
“Lex,” Dan’s voice softened. “You do whatever you need to sweetheart. Just maybe give me a heads up so I don’t go beating up this douchebag unnecessarily.” His easy smile lit up his face. Despite him being a complete and utter horn dog, underneath it all—though I would never admit it publicly—he was genuinely a decent guy. Questionable morality, but hey, who was I to judge? I had more than my share of questionable before I’d fallen in love with Alex.
“Dan, I appreciate you defending Lexi’s honor but there’s no chance of you ever kicking my ass,” Alex laughed, his arms finding their way around my waist.
“Says YOU. I would have totally had you,” Dan insisted.
“I was holding my wife and you still missed.” Alex hugged me closer.
“I didn’t want to accidently hit her, I was aiming wide.” Dan justified the punch that didn’t happen.
“Incidentally you might want to apologize for calling her a groupie whore.” Alex raised his eyebrow and tilted his head in my direction.
“Yeah well, I thought she was a groupie whore. She was rubbing her tits all over you, trash talking your wife and wanting to suck your dick. It was entrapment so it doesn’t count,” Dan explained, wondering how we hadn’t worked it out ourselves.
“Dan, entrapment? How did I entrap you? You saw what you did out of context.” I put my hands on my hips, wondering how Dan jumping to conclusions constituted entrapment.
“You’ve got tits. That by default is a trap.” His eyes lowered to my cleavage. “Wow did they get bigger? They look freaking amazing.”
“Dan stop staring at my wife’s breasts,” Alex snapped impatiently.
“Can’t help it, they are so out there and perky.” Dan’s eyes widened as he moved forward. His hands extended in front of him.
“Dan.” I tore my hands from my hips and held them out in front of me in warning. “Your hands get anywhere near my tits you are going to be shitting out teeth, and I assure you, I will not aim wide.” Seriously? Only Dan had the capacity to make me go from feeling all warm and fuzzy one moment, to reminding how much of a pig he could be the next.
Alex circled his arm protectively around me, drawing me closer to his side. “He wasn’t going to touch you baby. Were you Dan?” In Alex’s eyes simmered a dark warning.
“Gee. I was just playing. You two are no fucking fun anymore.” Dan pointed a finger wildly at Alex. “I should have known you had ulterior motives.”
“Last I checked, no one invited you.” Alex lightly kissed my neck, his arms still tightly coiled around me.
“Dude, you completely blew me off when I showed up at your apartment. You flew out of there like the place was on fire.” Dan turned to me before continuing. “When Stone is high-tailing it to some random club without his smokin’ hot woman on a Thursday, it’s going to get me interested. Now I’m always down for a little excursion, especially if it means tight dresses and high heels, but this cocksucker hasn’t seen the inside of one of these places in months. It got my attention.”
> “You followed him?” I smiled curiously, genuinely interested to hear Dan’s interpretation.
“Of course I did. Followed him the whole way, and he didn’t even notice. Then he walks in here.” Dan pointed to Alex before continuing. “He scopes the place out before he eyeballs some red hot piece of ass on the dance floor.” Dan explained like he completely forgot that I had actually been the red hot piece of ass on the dance floor with Alex, living it.
“Dan, you know know it was me,” I pointed out.
“Well I didn’t then,” he snapped. “So I watched as Alex grinds his junk against this girl. Big shit eating grin on his face like he’s about to blow his load.”
“Dan, it was me.”
“Stop interrupting. I’m telling you what I saw.” He shifted back on the balls of his feet as he continued. “And the son of a bitch followed her off the dance floor to the back end of the club.” Again completely losing the fact that he was still talking about me.
“And if anyone knows what that means, it’s me.” Dan proclaimed proudly, “The whole time I was thinking, I must be fucking high or something. There is no way he’d fuck around on Lexi. Why go out and eat an Arby’s burger when you have a fucking filet mignon at home?”
In true Dan style he was making an arse of himself. I’m sure he meant it as a compliment, which was amusing, but I think he could have gone with another analogy. Preferably one that didn’t draw a parallel between me and a steak. I stiffened in Alex’s arms ready to unload my wrath on Dan.
“You’ve called my wife a whore and now you are comparing her to a piece of meat. This isn’t going well for you.” Alex raised his brow.
“Anyway,” Dan dismissed Alex. “So I’m thinking I must be mistaken, like maybe he is just going to fucking sign her tit or something and then go chill at the bar. But, then when I walked back here and his hands were all over you,” Dan exclaimed wildly like he was just now remembering who he was talking about.
“And you are telling him his bitch wife doesn’t have to know, how big his dick is and how much you want to suck it. And he takes it, tells you he loves his wife, but still puts his tongue down your throat. I kept thinking no fucking way, there is no fucking way…” He shook his head.
“OK Dan. Thanks for the replay,” Alex tensed. “Seeing as now you know it’s Lexi maybe you can give us some space? We’d like some alone time.” He was done being polite and his patience with Dan was wearing thin.
“Yeah… I feel ya.” Dan’s eyes danced with mischief. “You guys do whatever you want to do. Don’t mind me.” The smirk spread wide across his mouth.
“This isn’t a peep show Dan,” I shifted in Alex’s arms, glad that some the intensity of the situation had dissipated.
“Could have fooled me with your dirty little display. Do you have any other outfits? Naughty Nurse?” Dan raised his eyebrow suggestively, biting back his grin.
“Guess I’m going to have to wait a little longer,” Alex groaned. I could tell he was frustrated, but not enough to forget we had an audience and Dan showed no signs of leaving. In fact he seemed to be enjoying it a little too much.
“I could always give you a hand job under the table, isn’t that how the groupie thing works?” I stage whispered as I playfully swatted at Alex’s arm. I was only half joking. I wanted to touch him so desperately and have my hands on every part of him. I felt the familiar tug in my lower stomach as I retreated into my fantasy, one that did not include a wise-arse bass player who wouldn’t take a hint.
“You are not giving me a hand job under the table. As much as I know I’ll enjoy it, I’m fairly sure Dan would as well, and I’m not about to let him have that pleasure.”
“Stone, I always knew you were a selfish bastard, but that is just plain heartless as well,” Dan whined, his hand clapped over his heart to indicate his hurt over Alex’s words. “For the record, I think I’m in love with your wife.” He shot me a wink, nodding appreciatively.
“Ha,” I snorted. “I think you’ll find the emotion you feel is a little further south Dan. And as much as you would like to believe your cock is the most important organ in your body, it’s not your heart.”
“You wound me,” Dan stumbled back, his hand still clasped to his chest. “The groupie whore was right, you are a bitch. Now let’s bring her back, with her talk of blow jobs and under the table hand action.”
“I really want to hurt him.” Alex was tense as he kissed me gently against the neck. “It’s not like anyone would really miss him.” He gave me his beautiful twisted smile as Dan wisely took a step back.
“There you are.” Taylah rounded the corner with two martini glasses filled with Ben’s magical mystery creation, slightly out of breath.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Alex? Dan? What are you doing here?” Taylah handed me a glass before taking a well-deserved sip from hers. “You can’t go gate crashing our girls night.”
“After watching Lexi leave I was suddenly thirsty,” Alex mused, his words loaded with a double meaning.
“Stone, you have more money than God,” Taylah snorted. “You couldn’t have paid someone to bring you a drink?” She was clearly not buying his bogus explanation.
Dan smirked sarcastically. “I caught him with his tongue down her throat and his hand on her ass. It’s how I usually quench my thirst.”
“Please stop talking Dan while I try to erase that visual.” I winced at the thought of any parallels being drawn between us.
“Suit yourself, Lex,” Dan shrugged. “But, the visual I got of you grinding against Stone—that one is for keeps. I’ll be recalling that baby later.”
As much as I’d hoped, I knew he wasn’t kidding. Dan would happily use whatever mental stimulation he wanted to get off. He had even justified it in the past insisting that everything he’d seen was public domain, therefore admissible for use. I’d often wondered if Dan had somehow missed his calling as litigator, other than the whole you-have-to-be-smart thing. Dan was not stupid, but he certainly would never pass the bar. He could argue his way out of anything, and I do mean anything.
“I’m not gate crashing.” Alex pulled me flush against his body. I could still feel his rock hard erection pressing firmly against my back, clearly getting sprung had not deflated his mood or anything else for that matter.
“Anytime Lexi wants me to leave all she has to do is ask.” As ridiculous as it sounded just the intonation of his voice was turning me on. “Do you want me to leave, Lexi?” He spun me around in his arms, allowing my body a slight reprieve while his blue eyes intensified their gaze. There was no way I could ask him to leave. My brain could not formulate my mouth to speak those words. What’s more, I wasn’t even ashamed of being what I would once have dubbed pathetic. Deep down while I knew Alex had that power over me, it was given without my loss of free will and lovingly returned.
“Lexi is too love drunk and well… too regular drunk to be objective. I’m invoking the veto clause that sees you peel yourself off of her and let us enjoy girl’s night. Oh and take the walking ad for CK jeans with you.” Taylah not so subtly gestured toward Dan as she tugged lightly on my arm.
“Is she talking about me? I’m not wearing Calvin Klein,” Dan asked as he tried to make the connection between himself and an over-sexed jeans advertisement.
“Taylah, Lexi. Do we have a problem here?” Nick lips twitched as he unbuttoned his tailored jacket.
Nick seemingly materialised from the hallway, obviously having exited from a door which I had assumed lead to office space. He was stealth-like in his approach, although the one or five drinks I had consumed had probably dulled my senses substantially.
“Ladies, is there a problem?” Nick reiterated as he assessed the situation without the benefit of context.
“Not at all Nick. Looks like we ran into some celebrities.” Taylah arched her brow indicating the presences of Dan and Alex.
“So it seems.” His voice betrayed no emotion as he regarded them while clearly r
ecognising them. “Mr. Stone, Mr. Evans. Welcome. I do believe you would be more comfortable in our private section with the rest of the VIPs. I’ll see Lucy attends to your needs.” A hint of a smile crept slowly along his mouth as he squared off his shoulders. What was it with men and testosterone? It always felt like a pissing contest.
“Thank you Nick,” Alex’s jaw tensed as his eyes darkened. “But, actually we’re happy to mingle with the regular folk. It keeps our egos in check.” He bristled with just a little more sarcasm than required.
“Of course, please yourself.” Neither Nick’s smile nor confidence faltered. It was almost alarming how nonplused he was. Like an alpha dog packing a massive set of balls, he disregarded Alex and Dan before he gently cupped my elbow. His words, level and sure, were directed only to me. “Lexi, a word.”
“Me?”
What did he want with me? Granted I had been suitably unimpressed by his earlier posturing display so perhaps he was curious as to why I hadn’t dropped to my knees and worshiped him? He was sexy, this was undeniable, and I certainly could appreciate what this man did for a suit, but for me there was only one man whose attention I wanted; and that was the man who was currently trying to extrapolate what my connection was to Nick.
“Yes, Lexi. You.” Nick’s eyes darkened as he gestured impatiently to the hallway.
Alex’s body straightened in alertness. I wasn’t sure if it was Nick’s hand on me—albeit the slight contact of his palm to my elbow barely counted as on me—or his insistence on speaking to me that was causing Alex to get territorial, but I could almost see the tension radiate off his body.
“Lexi and I were actually having a conversation.” Alex not so subtly moved in closer.
“Alex, I can speak for myself thank you.” While I appreciated his protectiveness—is that even a word?—I was done being treated as fragile, and I sure as hell could handle Nick or anyone else myself.
“Well it seems that conversation has come to an end.” Nick’s smile tightened. “I’ll be brief Lexi, this way.”
