Kyle: The Hottest Guys You'll Love to Love (Best of the Bad Boys Book 4)

by Jessie Cooke

  Kyle

  Best of the Bad Boys (Book 4)

  Jessie Cooke

  J. S. Cooke

  Redline Publishing

  Copyright © 2017 by Jessie Cooke

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  Contents

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  Kyle

  1. Rose

  2. Kyle

  3. Rose

  4. Kyle

  5. Kyle

  6. Rose

  7. Rose

  8. Kyle

  9. Kyle

  10. Rose

  11. Rose

  12. Kyle

  13. Rose

  14. Kyle

  15. Rose

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  Kyle

  1

  Rose

  Stone Mother finished their last set and left the stage…finally. It was almost eleven and it was going to take us an hour on the subway to get back to Brooklyn from midtown. The rest of the audience wasn’t happy that they were finished. They were screaming for an encore…my sister Lynn was on her feet next to me and screaming louder than any of them. Our seats were crap…back in row “Q” where we had watched most of the show from the large television monitors placed strategically around the giant arena. I would have rather watched it from home, or just been home, not watching it.

  The only reason I’d agreed to this tonight was because it was Lynn’s birthday and she had begged me. She’s a pain in my ass…but she’s my little sister, so what am I going to do? She’d called me earlier in the afternoon and she had used extreme guilt to talk me into this.

  “Hey!” she had said when I picked up the phone. That was my first mistake, I usually screen her calls, but it was her birthday.

  “Hey! Happy Birthday. Did you get my text?”

  I heard her sigh. “Yes, I got your text. What’s wrong with a good old fashioned phone call, or showing up at Mom’s for cake?”

  “I’m sorry honey, I was working.” I could almost hear her rolling her eyes.

  “It’s too late for ‘I’m sorry,’” she said. “My feelings are extremely hurt and you’ll have to do something for me now to make up for it.”

  It was my turn to roll my eyes. She was always so dramatic. “What do you need?” I asked her.

  “You remember Roger?”

  I did remember Roger…mostly because I hated him. My sister is five seven, a hundred and twenty pounds, with curly brown hair that falls to her tiny little waist and big brown doe eyes. She’s gorgeous, like a model gorgeous…for some reason she’s unaware that she could have any man she set her mind to having. Instead, she waits and lets them pick her…and the losers are attracted to her like flies on shit. Our older brother Tommy had conniptions over it.

  “Yes, I remember him.”

  “Well, we broke up.”

  “Yay!”

  “Shut up! My heart is broken.”

  “You’re better off alone than with a loser like that.”

  “I guess,” she said. “But, now I have two tickets for Stone Mother tonight and no date.”

  “Since I have no idea who that is, please tell me that you’re not asking me to go. What about all of your friends?”

  “It’s a Tuesday night and everyone already had plans, and how the hell can you not know who Stone Mother is? They’re only the most popular rock band in history!”

  In history? Jeez, she’s a drama queen. I tried to turn the guilt tables on her by saying, “So I was the last choice?”

  “Only because I knew you would balk at going. Come on Rose…please! It’s my birthday!”

  “I have a deadline.”

  “Bull! I just talked to you yesterday when you were sending the manuscript to the editor so don’t give me that baloney! If you don’t want to go, just say so, don’t lie.”

  “Okay, I don’t want to go.”

  “Oh Rosie…please! Kyle Case…in person…up close….”

  “I have no idea who Kyle Case is.”

  “Are you kidding? Seriously, you use the internet all day long. How could you not know who he is?”

  “I don’t know honey, but I don’t.”

  “Let me tell you who he is. He is the lead singer and founder of Stone Mother. He is a Native American God. He’s sex appeal personified. The hottest thing to happen to music since…ever! And, do you want to know what the absolute best part is?”

  “No, not really.”

  She told me anyways, “They’re giving away two back stage passes tonight. VIP passes. I have a good feeling since it’s my birthday that I’ll win them. They draw one set of tickets at the end of the night, we’re in. I can feel it.”

  I laughed. “Where is the concert?”

  “At the Garden.”

  “You do know that out of 18,000 or so people, at least one other person is bound to have a birthday today.”

  “Such a negative Nellie. So, should I meet you at your place?”

  “What time does it start?”

  “Seven.”

  “No way am I going to be ready in time to get all the way out to midtown by seven,” I told her.

  “Oh give me a break Rose! You’re just coming up with excuses.” She was right, I was…I didn’t want to go. “It’s my birthday!” She whined it that time. The guilt kicked in and I said,

  “Fine, I’ll go. What are you wearing?”

  Now here I am…hours later as my little sister ruins her voice screaming for one more song and I look at the face of my phone, see the time, and think about all the work I could have gotten done tonight. I’m a freelance writer and I seldom miss the rare opportunity to have the apartment to myself. It wasn’t that I minded music…I had enjoyed the concert, sort of. The warm up band was almost as good as this main attraction everyone is so crazy about in my opinion. I don’t remember that bands name, but the lead singer was about six-foot five or six…even from our crappy seats, I could see that he’s huge. I could also see that he’s hot. He had tattoos all over his big muscles and long hair and he wore a pair of faded, torn jeans and a white muscle t-shirt. I got a chill down my spine just looking at him before he even opened his mouth. When he did, this sexy, raspy voice came out…Shit! It has been way too long since I had sex. I’m creaming my panties over a guy in a second-rate band that’s not even good enough to headline.

  The relentless stomping of the fans on the stadium floor and in the stands coupled with their screams caused Stone Mother to come back out for one encore song. The four extremely good-looking guys stood at the edge o
f the stage. From where we sat they looked like tiny little tatted up action figures. I could see them more clearly on the monitor, but I honestly just wanted them to call it a night, so I could.

  “You want more of me New York?!” Kyle Case asked. The crowd erupted again and my little sister was again right with them. This Kyle Case that caused Lynn to need a change of panties was good-looking in a dangerous sort of way. I really couldn’t see what the fuss was all about though. He could have been any good-looking guy off the street…at least from where I sat. He looked just like the type Lynn would pick, or in Lynn’s case, the kind that would pick her. They were all good looking…but defective somehow. In this guy’s case I could practically smell the arrogance from where I sat up in the rafters. “You want more of ME?” What about the other three members of the band? I had to wonder what they thought of his extreme narcissism.

  “Okay New York, just one more because I love each and every one of you…here goes,” That prompted another eye roll from me. I wondered how many of these celebrity-crazed women thought he really meant that. I bet he said that to all the cities.

  Once again, the band began pounding out another wild rock song and the audience stayed on their feet and danced and clapped and incessantly screamed out marriage proposals…or something less decent. It was obviously a song they all knew too because people were singing along and towards the end of the song, Kyle Case would hold the microphone out and then the audience would take over singing the chorus. I think I was the only one not on my feet and no matter how hard Lynn tugged on me, I refused to stand up.

  When the song finally ended, Kyle Case flashed his dimples to the audience again…and then with nothing but his guitar and no back up from the other guys who disappeared off stage, he began to croon out a love song. For the first time all night I was riveted to the stage. I had judged too quickly…Lynn was right…this guy was the best singer since…ever. When he finished that one, he said good-night to the screaming fans again. As much as I had enjoyed that last song…I’d gotten goose bumps…all I wanted to do still was to be at home in my sweatpants and in front of my computer. I’d been looking for inspiration all day for a new story I was working on. The one good thing that came of being drug down here tonight was that I think I found it. I might just do a rock-star gone bad story.

  “Excuse me, Miss?” I looked up into the eyes of a huge bald guy with a black shirt that said, “Staff” across the front. The climb up must have been a bit much for him. He was huffing and puffing and there was a light sheen of sweat across his brow.

  “Yes?” It was still loud and we were both yelling.

  “Can I see your ticket?”

  “Really? The show’s over.”

  “Please,” he huffed out. I rolled my eyes, dug in my pocket and handed it to him. He used his little pen light to look at it and said, “Thank you,” as he handed it back. Then he asked, “Is she in this seat?” He pointed at Lynn.

  “Yes.” I tugged on the back of her shirt. She turned around, took one look at the guy and pulled her ticket out of the back pocket of her jeans. She handed it to him, looking positively giddy. He looked at it with his light and said something to her I didn’t catch. Lynn jumped up and down clapping her hands together like a seven-year-old. She grabbed my hand and yelled,

  “Come on!” I followed her…anything to get closer to the exit. She was following the big guy. When we reached the main level, we were led to a kiosk that said,

  “The Jim and Ted show.” These two clowns I’d heard of. They do a morning radio show and couldn’t be more vulgar and annoying if they tried. My sister looked like she was about to burst. I couldn’t imagine why she was so happy to see these guys. One of them was literally tattooed from the underside of his jaw down to his feet and the other guy weighed about four hundred pounds and breathed like an English bulldog. They definitely had faces for radio.

  “What’s your name pretty girl?” Tattoo guy…I think he’s Jim, was talking to Lynn. She was so excited she couldn’t stand still.

  “Lynn Cardinale.”

  “Well Lynn Cardinale it’s so nice to meet you. I’m Jim Bob and this is my brother and partner in Crime Ted Bob and…” he laughed, “This girl can’t stop hopping. She knows why she’s here!” He turned to me then and said, “Well hello beautiful, what’s your name?” I gave him a dirty look. My sister laughed nervously and said,

  “Rose, her name is Rose Cardinale. She’s my sister.”

  “Well maybe Rose isn’t aware of why you two beautiful sisters are here and that’s why she looks so grumpy. Ted, would you like to do the honors?”

  Four-hundred-pound guy put his microphone to his lips. All that could be heard for the first few seconds was his wheezing. The concert goers were filing out of the seating area and gathering around us. I absolutely hate being the center of attention, especially in a group setting and Lynn knows it. She was in for an ass-kicking when we got home. “Miss Lynn Cardinale and Miss Rose Cardinale, you have each won a VIP pass for the after party with the Bar Boys and most importantly Stone Mother! How do you feel about that?” Lynn was screaming and jumping up and down, clapping her hands. I was in shock. Surely she didn’t expect me to go. I didn’t do crowds and I didn’t do parties. “I think Miss Rose is in shock,” Giant Ted said with a laugh.

  “She’s about to go further into shock right now then.” Jim said over the microphone and to his partner as if I wasn’t standing right there. I could feel the electricity of the crowd before I heard the change in the noise level. Chaos erupted around me and I looked up in time to see four large men with “Staff” t-shirts coming towards us. When they reached us and the cover of the canopy they parted. In the center of their big bodies was the guy from Stone Mother…Kyle Case. I hate to admit that Jim and Ted were right about anything…but now I was in shock. The monitors hadn’t even come close to doing this guy justice. He was the most beautiful person I’d ever laid eyes on.

  2

  Kyle

  I hate this local radio station fan crap. We’d already done the before the show VIP groups. Security brought them back stage to us and they got to spend about a half an hour taking pictures and asking questions. Sometimes I’d pick one out and let the PR guys know I wanted her back at the end of the night, but tonight I wasn’t feeling it. I did my best with them, taking pictures and signing autographs. I was thankful we didn’t get any tonight that were just over the top crazy like some of them can get. It was tolerable…hopefully this after party group would be just as easy to handle.

  As the body guards walked us out, I looked over at Mick. He was still smiling. He was always smiling. Maybe it was because he was fucking the only girl I ever really wanted. I’d smile too, lucky bastard. The black shirts herded us out to the center of the lobby, blocking us from view of the audience that had begun to gather after coming out of the arena. Don’t get me wrong…I’m grateful for my fans. Without them, I’d still be that troubled boy on the Rez in Reno, but when you did 18 cities in 25 days, these fan promos got old. It was easier when I stayed high through them. Then it was all a blur of bottles, lines, and glass pipes…and pussy, lots and lots of pussy. Now, it was just stilted, boring conversation with a stranger and wishing the night would hurry the fuck up and be over.

  The big guys parted and suddenly I was staring at an angel. She was tiny, with dark hair that came to her shoulders and light blue eyes. She reminded me of Skye and all of a sudden this fan thing didn’t seem so bad after all. I smiled at her, making sure to flash my dimples. She had a strange look on her pretty face, like an animal that’s been cornered and was looking for a way out. She didn’t smile back. Great, I got a pretty one with an attitude. I glanced sideways and saw Mick talking to a taller girl with really long, thick hair. Her hair was really all I could see, but judging from the way she was bouncing back and forth on her toes as he talked to her, she was a lot more excited to see him than this one was to see me. I turned back to the angel with the attitude and said,

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sp; “Hi there.”

  She looked like she’d rather be doing anything in the world other than saying hello to me…but she finally squeaked one out. “Hi.”

  “I’m Kyle.”

  “Really? I would have never guessed.”

  I laughed. I guess if nothing else, this night wouldn’t be boring. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

  She narrowed her eyes at my use of the word darlin’ and said, “It’s Rose.”

  “What a pretty name. Are you ready to party with us tonight?”

  “Not really.”

  I laughed again. “You’re a disagreeable little one, aren’t you?”

  She didn’t answer me; she just narrowed her eyes again. Before I could say anything else, Mick and his girl who was still bouncing like Tigger came over. “Kyle, this is Lynn and she’s really excited to meet you,” Mick said. I flashed my dimples at Lynn and she almost visibly melted. That’s good, I was afraid they were broken.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you Lynn. They sure did pick us a couple of pretty ones tonight, didn’t they Mick?” Mick was looking at Rose. I could see by the look on his face that he’d picked up on the resemblance to Skye as well. “Mick?”

  “Huh? Oh yeah! Yeah, they sure did.” he looked back at Rose. We’d been on the road for 20 days so far. We only had one more before we got a little break and he’d be able to go home to Skye for a couple of months. He missed her so badly that it was killing him and in a twisted way, I was enjoying his pain.