One More Night (Backstage Pass Book 1)

by Ali Parker

  "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I whispered hoarsely and prayed that I wasn't interrupting the funeral. I hadn't meant to. "I'm too loud, aren't I?"

  "No. Not at all. Let it out." More hands on me, rubbing my back, running through my hair.

  "There you are." Charlotte. I would know her voice anywhere. I turned toward her and sunk into her arms as I let the last of my anguish race from me. Where it had all come from or why it had built up to the point of exploding in the middle of my mother's beautiful funeral was beyond me.

  "Let's get you home. You don't need to do any more of this. You were here and that's all that mattered." Charlotte turned me and wrapped her arm around my shoulders as I wiped at my tears.

  I glanced to my left to see Jace in his pressed black suit move up to take most of my weight on him.

  "Thank you," I whispered toward him.

  "My purse. Fuck. I'll be right back. Take her to the car." Charlotte turned around and left us as she walked back toward the sanctuary.

  Jace pulled me against him and cupped my face. "I'll always be here for you." He leaned down and kissed my lips softly before kissing my eyes, my nose, my cheeks.

  I clung to him, needing his warmth more than I could ever remember needing it before.

  "Don't leave me," I whimpered and buried my face against his chest.

  "Never, baby. Never." He kissed the top of my head before his voice changed. "Hey man. Thanks for coming. You got here just at the right time, right?"

  "Yeah, no problem. Is she-" Ethan.

  I glanced up and wiped at my eyes, not quite sure what to think about him coming after not having called all week.

  "I'm okay. Just trying to get out of my own head." I kept my arms around Jace, but gave Ethan my attention. "Thank you for coming."

  "I wanted to call, but wasn't sure you really needed to chat with anyone." He reached out to touch my face and let his hand drop. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna go in there now. I'll check on you later." He turned his attention toward Jace. "Take care of her."

  "I have been most of my life. That shit is not changing now." He extended his hand and shook Ethan's before returning his attention to me. "You ready to get back to the apartment?"

  "I think so." I pressed my cheek to his chest and turned my eyes toward the door.

  Ethan glanced back and studied me with pain on his handsome face. It should have been him holding me. We both knew it, but it wasn't. I gave him a sad smile and he nodded, like he understood my thoughts clearly. We weren't meant to be anything but good friends. We'd let lust jack us all over the place without even trying to fight against it.

  Lust or love? Love would have called. Would have come. Would have sacrificed everything to be the one holding me in the lobby.

  It wasn't love. It was lust. It was fun and felt so damn good when it was happening, but in a moment of true need... it never showed up.

  Chapter 6

  Ethan

  I glanced back one more time before ducking into the sanctuary. Some lady a little older than me was singing Amazing Grace. I stopped beside the pew where Frank and Deza sat. They moved over and I took a seat next to Frank.

  Deza leaned across him, her cheeks stained with tears, her eyes wide as if frightened. "Did you see Riley?"

  "Yeah. She's going home." I brushed my fingers by my lips and sat back as the image of her losing her shit in the foyer washed over me. I'd arrived just in time to catch her as she hit the ground. Never in my life had I wanted to offer someone anything I had to bring them back from their misery. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that it should have been me taking her home instead of Jace.

  I should have scooped her up as she fell and jogged out to my car. We could have spent the afternoon sleeping in my big comfy bed in the darkness, holding each other and me letting her see a side of me that even I wasn't sure existed. Though I'd never shown that part of me outside the setting of a movie, it felt real - alive - needy to be seen, to be acknowledged and loved by someone.

  No. By her.

  "I feel sick over knowing it's her momma up there," Deza whispered softly and leaned back.

  I nodded, but was already lost to my thoughts of holding her, kissing along her shoulders and up her back as I ran my fingers over her skin softly, whispering that I would be there when the sun came up. The movie played out in full by the time Frank nudged me to stand. The service was over.

  What was interesting was that we never made love, in the drama in my head, we never had sex. It was better than any sex I'd ever experienced, and yet all I'd done is touch her, kiss her, whisper encouragement to her.

  "Ethan, really?" Deza leaned around Frank as her eyes adverted toward my crotch.

  I glanced down, not realizing how hard I was over the idea of taking care of Riley.

  "Shit," I whispered and reached out, grabbed D's purse. "Yeah, I'll carry this for you."

  "Do I even wanna know why you're turned on by a funeral?" She moved around Frank, looking like the big sister in my life that wanted to kick my ass all over the lawn. "I'm going to get you counseling if you don't lie and help me believe it's something in your head and not this shit."

  I glanced around and turned to move out of the pew. I wasn't answering her question with a dignified response. She knew it was something in my head. I was a little off, but not nearly as off as she was making me seem. At least I hoped like hell I wasn't.

  The guy at the door nodded toward me as I walked out of the funeral home and into the late afternoon sunlight. It was beautiful in the spring in L.A., but the events of the last few days had me wanting to hide out under my sheets and let someone else enjoy nature.

  "Hey. Where are you going?" Deza grabbed my arm and pulled.

  "I'm going back to my house. I don't owe you an answer on why I was turned on. The fact that you think it had something to do with the funeral is fucked up, and you know it." I pulled my arm from her.

  "I'm coming with you." She jogged to catch up to me. "I didn't think that. I'm sorry, all right?"

  I glanced down at her as she slipped her hand over my forearm and moved closer. We looked like the average couple to most that would walk by. I stopped by my Mercedes and gripped her hand as she tried to pull from me to walk around to the other side.

  "I'm headed out to Liam's. You know you can't stand him. I'll call you later, all right?"

  "Okay. You sure you're not mad at me?" She pressed her hand to my chest and cupped her free hand over her eyes.

  "Since when do you care if I'm mad at you?" I chuckled.

  "Since I know you've been struggling with everything lately. I don't want to be part of what has you crawling into a dark room and locking the door on all of us for a few days."

  "That does sound like bliss." I pulled my keys from my pocket. "I'm falling in love with Riley. She crumbled in the lobby and I caught her. I got turned on at the idea of simply taking care of her." I shrugged and ignored the stern look on Deza's pretty face. "It's nothing. Just me playing 'house' in my fucked up head."

  "Ethan." She took a step back as I opened the door and got in.

  "Nope. Don't right now. I need the visual I have of what life could look like. It might just be a good dramatization that belongs in a movie, but I want to play dumb and think it could happen. Check you later, chickie."

  "All right. Be safe and don't-"

  "Do anything stupid, I know. Count on it. Me and stupid are good friends, and my brother..."

  "Is stupid. I know. Call me later." She wrapped her arms around herself and backed up as a sexy smile played on her mouth.

  "You sure you don't wanna come be the object of our combined lust? Could be hot?"

  "I'd rather mop the floor with my tongue."

  "That could be interesting." I lifted my eyebrow before laughing and closing my door. She was only trying to do what was best for me. Now I just had to remember that as she continued to cock-block me from not only Riley, but from myself.

  ***

  "Hey buddy!" Liam opened the do
or to his elaborate mansion and moved back with a big smile on his face. "You look like shit."

  "You say that a little too often, asshole." I smiled and pulled him into a quick hug.

  "It's the truth. I owe you that if nothing else." He patted my back and closed the door. His black hair and dark eyes left him looking nothing like me, but it was probably for the best. The last thing I needed in town was a doppelgänger, especially one that acted as poorly as my older brother did.

  "You remember my best friend from school, Cole?"

  "Matthenson?" I walked down the hall as the sound of the TV filled up the hallway.

  "Yeah. He and his brother, Ian, own a security company in San Doggie. They're in the middle of some shit right now, but I told him to come up for a day to get away from everything. He's a hot mess. Headed toward divorce with Cindy."

  "Do I know Cindy?" I whispered back as we entered into the kitchen. Liam shook his head and walked toward the big guy nursing a beer at his kitchen table.

  "Hey man. You remember my little brother, Ethan, right?" Liam stopped beside the guy as he glanced over his shoulder and nodded at me.

  "Your brother is the next James Bond, idiot. Of course I know him. Everyone does." He stood and extended his hand to me. The thin bony kid that looked like he was always scrapping for a meal was long gone. The dude in front of me looked like something out of a special ops group. Dark brown hair cut close to the scalp, tanned skin and a mean ass look on his face that warned anyone that came around, this fucker wasn't buying anything, including Girl Scout cookies.

  "Hey man. Good to see you again. It's been a while." I shook his hand and turned to grab a beer from the fridge.

  "You ready for another, Cole?" Liam followed me into the kitchen as his friend grunted a response I didn't hear. Didn't care to either. I wasn't his waitress, but it was cute that my brother was. "So what's going on? You still suffering over that hot little piece of ass they hired to work next to you?"

  "Yep." I got a beer and popped the top off of it. "Her mother died in an accident and the funeral was this morning."

  "Hence the monkey suit." He reached out and tugged at the lapel of my suit jacket. "Hey, what happened with Izabella the other day? I haven't heard anything from her."

  "That's because you pimped her out." I chuckled. "Why would she call you? Jackass."

  "Don't be jealous that I have a new business in the making." He pushed at my cheek as Cole walked into the kitchen.

  "Selling women is illegal. Ain't that right, Cole?" I moved over a little as Liam turned to face his childhood bestie.

  "Yep, but none of my business." The big guy ran his hand over the top of his head. "Women are trouble, nothing else. My brother is locked in the game of his life right now over a pretty girl with big blue eyes and a perfect rack."

  "Here, here." I lifted my beer toward him and tapped it against the side of his as he tilted it toward me. "I say we gather all of them up and spank them."

  "I'm in." Liam moved toward the fridge as he mumbled something incoherent.

  "Hey, Liam told me about Cindy. I'm sorry to hear you're going through that shit." I nodded at Cole, trying to seem a lot more like the caring type than I was.

  "Thanks. It's been a bitch of a year this year, but I'll make it through."

  "Tell him your plans." Liam glanced over his shoulder as he passed us with a plate of steaks.

  "I'm thinking about maybe applying to be a cop here in L.A."

  "A cop? Ugh. Don't we have enough of those bastards? Why not just be a security guy like you are? I thought you had a pretty rock-solid business down by the beach."

  "I do. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it. I'll probably keep it and work it on the side, letting Ian take over the majority of the work if he's up for it." He shrugged. "He's still playing muscle for Senator Moore right now."

  "Senator Moore." I shook my head as we walked toward the back patio. "That guy has everyone fooled, right?"

  "Yep. Asshole. He looks like a tree-hugging, baby-loving grandpa, but he's not." Cole shrugged and held the door open for me. "He'll unravel soon. No one has to do anything to help him. Greed makes sure of that no matter who you are. It respects no one."

  "Yep. Take Liam for instance." I nodded toward my cocky older brother as he snorted and glanced over his shoulder.

  "What about Liam?" my brother asked.

  The smirk on Cole's face said he knew where I was going. I spoke directly to Cole and ignored Liam as if he weren't there at all.

  "He's greedy for pussy. Pretty soon that shit is going to catch up with him. He's going to try and get in the wrong pair of sloppy wet panties and boom! The bitch is going to own him."

  Cole chuckled and nodded toward me. "You got that right. Make sure you call me when it happens. I'll bring some beer up so we can celebrate."

  "I'll buy the steaks." I turned and laughed as my brother barreled into me playfully. The asshole had me over his shoulder and headed toward the pool before I could figure out what was happening.

  "I'll show you wet, you little turd."

  "No! This fucking suit is-"

  He jumped into the pool, pulling me and my beer, and my four thousand-dollar suit with him. I popped back up and finished what was in my beer bottle as he swam to the side.

  "Four thousand dollars." I chucked the bottle at him and lay on my back, floating as he got out.

  "That's chump change to you." He ran his fingers through his hair and shook hard, getting Cole wet in the process.

  "That's just asinine. I didn't say I wanted you to learn a lesson." Cole lifted his beer toward me. "That was all Ethan."

  "Oh, great." I gave him a look as Liam turned, ran back toward the pool and did a cannon ball, splashing me in the face with a tidal wave.

  He came up laughing, but stopped as I grabbed him and ducked him under.

  "You want some of this?" I growled and wrestled with him playfully.

  "Cole! Help, you bastard. He's stronger than me." Liam pushed at me as best he could, but I had a good hold on him.

  "Really guys? What are we, ten again?"

  "You guys might be ten, but that would make me two. I'm still young and beautiful, you decrepit old bitches." I laughed and pushed Liam under again.

  "Oh, hell no." Cole pulled off his t-shirt and ran for the pool.

  I might not have been in trouble before, but I sure as fuck was now.

  Chapter 7

  Riley

  "Your family is hoping that we can go over to the luncheon in a couple of hours. Do you think you'll feel up to it?" Charlotte brushed her hand down my back as I stood in the kitchen with my hands on the counter and eyes focused on the view of the street below.

  "Hmm? No, I'm good. I don't want to go over there. I can't." I shrugged, not really caring what anyone thought about me not making an appearance. My family was weird at best and now that I had found some semblance of success, they were a little too loving. It was fucked up, and I wasn't in the mood to pretend like it wasn't.

  "No problem. I'll let your Aunt Debbie know." She rubbed my back for another few seconds before walking out of the kitchen and leaving me in my numbness.

  I couldn't seem to shake the image of Ethan watching me in the foyer of the funeral home. The longing on his face showed me the part of him that I wanted to pretend didn't exist. It made things easier. We were supposed to make movies together, not fall in love. Or lust, or whatever the fuck we were in.

  "Hey baby. I got the sheets changed on your bed. Come lay down with me." Jace wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his lips to the side of my neck.

  I relaxed against him and whimpered softly as desire resurrected. I needed to feel anything but the clammy cold I was experiencing. "Can you take the tray in the fridge over to my aunt’s hotel first, and then we can go to bed."

  "Anything you want." He slid one of his hands up to cup my throat and the other down to rest on my sex as he squeezed both softly. "I want to take care of you this afternoon
, make you forget everything."

  Lust burned through the center of my body and pooled between my thighs as I rolled my hips and rubbed myself against his erection.

  "I need that." I closed my eyes, forcing myself to see him and no one else. He was my lover, not Ethan. I'd let him take care of me for years, and that wasn't changing now just because I was having trouble keeping myself grounded in reality. Ethan Lewis was the biggest man-whore in all of the universe. He wasn't interested in me, and I wasn't willing to sustain another loss. The bastard hadn't even called since Rio.

  He was at the funeral today. He caught you when you fell.

  "Good. I'll run this over to the hotel your family is staying at and be back in an hour. No going to bed though. I want you to wait for me." He licked the side of my throat and growled softly against my ear. "I wanna lick every part of you."

  "Please?" I whimpered again and cupped my hand over his, pressing him to hold my mound tighter. Delight danced in my stomach and I knew without a doubt that I was going to give myself over to him for the day. Whatever he wanted to do... I just wanted to feel warmth. Pleasure. Acceptance. Hope.

  "Fuck yeah." He bit the skin under my ear and growled softly. "I'm going to take my time and remind you why you belong to me."

  "Do I? Belong to you?" I turned in his arms, breaking his sensual hold on my body and sliding my arms up his thick chest.

  "Do you want to?" He leaned down and brushed his lips by mine. "I know you have something going on with Ethan. Do I want to know what?"

  "Are you asking?" I lifted to my toes and kissed him softly a few times. He was so familiar. His smell, his strength, his voice. It was the blanket I'd carried with me from my teenage years. I wasn't sure anything could force me to give him up.

  "Yeah, I am." He nipped at my lips as desire filled his dark blue eyes.

  "There's nothing between us. Acting together has us lusting after each other a little, but nothing has happened, nor will it." I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted, pulling him down for a long, hot kiss as he gripped my ass and forced me to wrap my legs around him.