by Alla Kar
Val started to laugh. “You’re joking, right? You’re sharing a room! What the—oh, my gosh! This is like movie type shit.”
I groaned and held my face. “I don’t know what to do. He’s mad at me for not telling him.”
Her mouth gapped open. “He saw the blood, didn’t he? I told you to be careful and do it somewhere dark or in the shower. You’ve got to tell him the truth.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Tell him you wanted to lose it before you went to college,” Val yawned. “It’s the truth.”
I gawked at her. “No. It’s none of his business. I didn’t force him to have sex with me. He gave it willingly. I don’t have to tell him my whole life story.”
She smiled. “Then don’t.”
Easy for her to say.
She jerked her head back and then turned back. “My mom needs the computer. I’ve got to go. She needs to talk to her EHarmony fuck buddies.”
I giggled in spite of my situation. “Okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
She turned off her computer and I slowly closed mine. I’d already taken a bath and had no other reason to hide in the bathroom like a little girl. I got up and opened the door to see Paxton shirtless on my bed, watching TV on the monitor that hung over my bed.
“What are you doing?” I screeched.
He turned to look at me, grinning wide. “My side doesn’t have a TV and I need to watch these DVDs. Do you mind, Prissy Missy?”
Prissy Missy? Ugh! I battled with my traitor eyes whether to put myself out of my misery and look at his chest, or look the other way. I won
Biting my bottom lip, I turned and stormed over to his bed. I’d already made my bed with my favorite sheets and comforter. He seemed to like them just fine.
He watched me as I slid into his bed, and I felt his scent overwhelm me, and my thighs clenched together. It was hard not to think about the night before when his smell was all over me. Woodsy and all the male I could take.
The heavy pressure in my lower stomach started scorching down my thighs and I squirmed to get a release. I had only had sex once, but I did ‘take care of myself’ before that. And it wasn’t anything compared to what Paxton gave me.
But that was not happening again—ever.
“Thinking about me over there, Prissy Missy?”
I gritted my teeth and turned away from him. “Stop calling me that.”
He laughed, and my panties dampened. “Would you prefer Stephanie?”
I threw his covers over my head in hope that I’d suffocate myself. “I would prefer nothing. Don’t call—talk—to me at all.”
I heard my mattress squeak underneath his weight and it took all my strength not to look over there at him sprawled out on my bed half-naked. “Goodnight, Prissy Missy.”
I gripped his covers and closed my eyes.
What had I gotten myself into?
***
Something banged loudly and I sat straight up in my bed.
I blinked my eyes rapidly and then rubbed them with the palm of my hand.
“What—what’s going on?”
Paxton was standing beside my—his bed with his guitar in his hand, staring down at me with a sarcastic smile on his face.
“Did I wake you, Princess? It looks like you need a few more hours of beauty sleep. Your hair looks like shit.”
My fingers instantly went up to my rat’s nest of hair and I narrowed my gaze at him. “It’s six in the morning,” I said, looking over his head at the wall clock.
Paxton leaned his guitar up against the wall and stretched his arms above his head. “Oh, your dad didn’t tell you we’d be getting up at the crack of dawn? It must run in the family.”
My mouth dropped.
Paxton matched my gaze for a few seconds, my stomach doing ungodly things, before he reached down and grabbed a cigarette from a box on his nightstand. I watched as he lit it up and took a long drag. When he pulled back, he slung his guitar over his shoulder and walked out.
Butthole!
I got dressed quickly, and grabbed a Pop-Tart on the way to the convention center. We were in Phoenix but would only be here for the night. The band was practicing on the stage when I finally got through security. I guess not everyone had read the tabloids or they’d know who I was.
Dad was sitting in the front row, on his phone, with his assistant, Ginger, sitting beside him. The music was rattling the walls as they tried to get the sound right. But all my senses were on Paxton standing at the left of the stage. His eyes pressed tight, tattoos covering his arm from shoulder to wrist and his fingers strumming quickly over the guitar with ease.
I had remembered Dad saying they were getting one of the best guitarists in the business but I didn’t care enough to get his name. Then I wished I had.
I stopped and sat in the tenth row from the stage and watched. Nerves fluttered through me while I gawked at him. My fingers latched onto the armrests and my body hummed. Regardless of how arrogant and aggravating he was, just seeing him made my first time even more surreal.
The song ended and my memories slowly started to fade as I saw my dad’s assistant walking toward my seat.
I frowned. What did she want?
She was young—in her late twenties—and was having an affair with my dad. It wasn’t a secret or anything, I was sure the entire band—half of the world—knew about it. Everyone but her husband, obviously. Because I saw the big ring still sitting on her ring finger as she sat beside me.
“Missy, how are you?”
What? I crossed my legs and gave her a long sideways glance. “Fine. You?”
She steadied her huge black glasses on her tiny nose and gave me a pageant queen smile. That was how my Dad liked them. Pretty and obedient.
“I’m great. I’m enjoying the tour so far.” She looked over at me and gave me yet—another—perfect smile. “So college is coming up soon.”
Uh-oh. I eyed her carefully as she talked about her college experience and her sorority. Dad had planned out my future well before I cared about anything other than Power Rangers and Barbie. I was to go to The University of Chicago and get my master’s in Business where I would do the business part of his job for him as his assistant manager.
After ignoring him for the past three months—brushing him off and pretending to be busy with whatever I could think of, I knew he’d put her up to seeing my intentions about college. The truth was—I didn’t have any. I knew I didn’t want to go to Chicago and I didn’t want to help my brother’s career.
I wanted my own.
Ginger furrowed her brow and waved her hand in front of my face. “What—what were you saying?” I blushed. I’d completely ignored everything she’d said.
She gave me a small smile and waved it off. I could only imagine the look on my dad’s face when she tells him I zoned out while talking about college. Because that’s what I’d been doing for the past three months.
I cleared my throat and excused myself. I walked out of the double doors, and relaxed once the door shut and I could only hear the muffled sound of their music in the distance.
A payphone was at the front of the building. I locked myself in and pulled out my quarters and dialed my mom’s number.
She didn’t get custody when they divorced and we all knew my dad had paid the judge. Not that my mother didn’t have money, she did, but she didn’t buy her way into things. I missed her.
She was eccentric and a bit nutty but I loved her. We were nothing alike but we had been best-friends. Until dad ruined it all for us.
I was about to hang up when I heard my mother’s rough voice over the phone.
“Mom?”
“Hey, baby,” she said, and I heard her moving on the other end. “How are you? You left yet?”
I sighed. “Yeah, we’re in Phoenix now.”
She giggled and I figured it was her new fiancé—Dave—and smiled through the phone. She never laughed that much when she was with dad. I didn’t either. “I still can�
��t believe your dad made you go with him. What a hag.”
I smiled.
“Hey, can you hurry it up in there?” I turned and saw an elderly man tapping the glass with the end of his cane.What was he even doing here in the middle of the day?
I held up my finger. “I know.” I sighed because there was so much I needed to tell her. We’d shared everything and I wanted her to know that I’d lost my virginity. I wanted her to know who it was with and what it was like.
“Why are you in trouble again? Was it breathing this time?”
I laughed again.
Tap. Tap. Tap. “Hurry up!”
Doesn’t this man know I’m in the middle of a huge crisis?
“I actually wanted to tell you about that—,”
Tap. Tap. Tap. “Lady, I need to call my ride. Hurry up.”
Mom laughed into the phone and then I heard Dave yell. “It’s okay, honey. Can we Skype later? Dave and I are going to the beach.”
I frowned. I wanted to go stay with Mom in Malibu. I missed her like crazy. “Okay, I’ll talk to you then.”
“Love you baby.”
She hung up the phone and I stepped out into the sunlight. The old man grumbled something underneath his breath but I didn’t care to listen.
Tears pricked at the sides of my eyes. I felt like a child that’s been separated from its mother. It didn’t feel like I was ready to go to college and become something my dad wanted me to be.
I wanted to do something else. I had no idea what it was at that point but wasn’t college where you figured everything out?
The tour bus was empty, and I wanted to drown in that silence forever. I just needed to clear my head and get ready for the show.
And watch girls throw themselves at Paxton. Not that I really cared, but it made everything more awkward knowing that he’d slept with me two nights ago.
I shivered at the memories and started getting ready.
Paxton wasn’t that great anyway.
Chapter Four
Paxton
The curtains pulled back and the lights beamed down on us.
My body hummed along to the crowd screaming our names. All the nerves from playing with a new band flew out of the window. I sank into the lights and swam in the music as it blared from the speakers.
Nick turned to look at me and grinned. “We have a new guitarist. Girls—give it up for Paxton Evers.”
I lifted my arm and the crowd erupted. A few signs shoot up across the crowd.
Fuck me, Paxton.
Marry Me, Paxton!
I smiled and dropped my mouth toward the mic. “Put them panties to the sky, ladies.”
More screams.
Nick shot me a dirty look and started singing along to the song. But I didn’t care. Girls loved that shit. Even though I knew I wouldn’t bring one of the groupies back to the tour bus. Hell no. I shared a damn room and it wasn’t really my thing. Most of the groupies that did fling themselves at rock stars weren’t the type of girls I’d want to sleep with.
I closed my eyes and listened to the music, drifting away in the chords until I was completely lost. I didn’t feel the heat of the lights or my fingers near bleeding from strumming so hard, I just felt the music.
By the time the concert was ending I had ten pairs of panties at my feet. I reached down after the last chorus and shoved a pair in my jeans which earned me a loud screaming match from the girls in the front row.
I exited the stage and pulled my guitar strap off of my shoulder. My eyes scanned the backstage and I had no idea who I was looking for. Mr. King slammed his hand down on my shoulder and shook me.
“Great show boys,” he said smiling down at me.
“It would have been great if Paxton didn’t basically ask the girls to take their fucking panties off,” Nick growled. If Nick was good at anything it was keeping a good appearance. I was sure his dad had shoved it into his brain since he could walk.
Mr. King gave Nick a look I couldn’t pinpoint. “Nick, it’s perfectly fine to get the ladies worked up every now and again. They are your fan base.”
His face turned beat red and he marched over to a group of girls waiting for his autograph. Mr. King winked at me and disappeared into a sea of people. Dillon was taking pictures, so I slipped away before anyone could notice.
My fingers were still twitching from playing and I felt jittery. I needed some kind of release. My thoughts went back to Missy and I dismissed it just as quick. Her smooth skin and little moans drove me insane. I hadn’t had anything that tight and good since—ever.
I took the stairs two at a time and jetted up toward my room.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw clothes in the middle of the floor toward the bathroom door. Steam was floating from the open door and I could hear—moaning. Was she—oh hell no! She wasn’t fucking another guy in our room. My fingers clenched and I tossed my guitar onto my bed and stalked toward the open door.
I stopped as soon as I got to the curtain. The thin white curtain hardly shadowed her body and I could see her silhouette through it. She was alone but moaning.
Oh, shit. I tried not to smile and then I was hard as a fucking rock. She’s masturbating. I bite my lip, feeling like a huge pervert, and listened to her. Those sounds had made me come undone. Her mouth was so fucking sweet and those sounds—no.
I shook my head. I shouldn’t have wanted to fuck her so badly. I deflowered her and that was a rule. I broke a rule.
Rules are meant to be broken.
I scowled at myself and ran my fingers through my hair. But who knows if it wouldn’t turn into something bigger than a fling?
What am I thinking? I can’t start a relationship with my manager’s daughter. My bandmate’s sister. I had already went down that road once and I was not going back down it—
“Oh my gosh!”
I stumbled backwards and tripped over her shoes sitting in the middle of the bathroom. “What are you doing creeper?” she yelled louder.
“I’m—I was just …” I trailed off and stood up.
Her cheeks were blood red and she knew I’d heard her. And before I could stop myself I let myself look at her. A small white towel was wrapped around her and she was clutching it for dear life. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen what she had to offer—and it was pretty damn beautiful. A tiny waist and legs so long you could run them.
A drop of water trailed down her neck and disappeared between her breasts. I wanted to lick it off of her.
“Why are you in here?”
I corrected my gaze but her pretty blue eyes didn’t make any difference to my dick. I was still turned on. “The real reason. To spy on me?”
I raised an eyebrow at her and took a step toward her. She took a step back until the back of her knees hit the tub. “I heard you in here,” I whispered, looking down at her pretty lips. “You should have closed the door, Sugar.”
Her red cheeks turned even darker. “I thought you would be hooking up with a groupie—or three—right now.” She gave me a tightlipped smile.
Oh, she wants to go there? “No, I usually look for virgins to fuck.”
Her eyes widened and her grip did too. “Shut your mouth, Paxton.”
My dick strained against my zipper. Hearing her say my name made everything harder to handle. I wanted to bury myself inside of her again but I knew just thinking about it was pushing the limits.
“I’ll shut my mouth and let you explain what happened the other night. How about that?”
She paled and tried to get around me but I blocked her off. “Let me by,” she demanded.
I smiled down at her and tried not to kiss her. “Tell me why you chose me?”
She tried to take another step passed me but I pushed her up against the cabinet and trapped her there against my body. I was too aware of her breasts brushing my chest and her eyes darting toward my lips. “I’m waiting, Prissy Missy?’ I asked.
She exhaled in defeat. “My friend and I had a bet that if we hadn
’t lost our virginity by the time we graduated that we would do it.” She moved her gaze up to look me head on. “And I chose you.”
God—if my dick hadn’t been hard before it was then. “Why me?” I asked trailing her pouty lips with my eyes.
She blushed harder. “Because I think you’re hot? Sue me for wanting my first time to be with a guy I find attractive.”
I couldn’t stop my grin. She tried to get away from me but I held her there with my pelvis. “You think I’m hot, Missy?”
She rolled her eyes. “Let me go.”
I grinned and leaned closer to her, resting my lips against the soft skin below her ear. “I think you’re pretty hot too, Missy.”
Her breath picked up and hit my neck in short gasps. She twisted her towel in her hands and pressed her eyes shut. She wanted me just like I wanted her. And I was a fool for it.
Before I could touch my lips to that skin I’d been yearning for, I heard the guys downstairs and pulled away.
We stared at each other for a long time and I was sure she had to have felt the want I had for her. “Close the door next time. I told you I wasn’t a knocker.”
I ate downstairs with Dillon and Nick. They’d gotten pizza and I was glad they were semi-normal. Saving Fate, the band I had been with, I loved them like brothers but they were always eating crab and fancy shit. Sometimes a guy just needs a slice of pizza.
“How is it sharing a room with Missy?” Dillon asked over his beer.
I looked up and caught Nick and him both staring at me. I shrugged. “It’s fine. Why do you ask?” I prayed to God they didn’t know anything about the deflowering but since I was still in the band I figured they didn’t know.
Dillon laughed. “Just wondering.”
Nick threw his crust into the pizza box and leaned backwards. “I can’t believe Dad is making her come. It’s going to be a long summer.”
Since they brought up the topic, I figured I’d ask. “Why is your dad making her come again?”
Nick grabbed another slice and scoffed. “She got caught making out with some loser outside of Club Freedom. Who knows what the hell they did after that. And here I was thinking she was still a virgin.”
