by Addison Jane
Oh, and a fucking tour bus.
The tour bus for Kaiser Leigh.
Myth pulled up next to the building, Shotgun pulling his SUV in beside us.
We all piled out, one by one, everyone in an array of emotions as we eyed the elephant in the room.
“Am I missing something here?” Brook asked as she hurried around the vehicle, her eyes so wide I could see mostly white. She shouldn’t have really been here considering she’s underage, but Myth insisted it was a private event, and there wouldn’t be a problem—she was not going to be drinking.
Brook spun around on her tiptoes, Kennedy catching her before she could bail off her black strappy heels. “Do you know Kaiser Leigh?”
“Yeah,” Myth snorted but offered no other explanation. Instead, he reached for my hand and pulled me toward the back door of the bar.
Everyone else fell in behind us, Brook not so silently freaking out.
The boys were wearing their colors, but they’d donned clean, crisp white T-shirts and clean-ish jeans for the occasion, while us girls had whipped out the works, not knowing what to expect. I was wearing a deep royal purple chiffon dress with lots of gathers and a silver belt pulling it in just under my bust, giving it a bohemian look. It had thin, sexy spaghetti straps and was short at the front then flowed down at the back where it just barely brushed the floor.
Party in the front, red carpet in the back.
That paired with a dark leopard print ankle boot, and the way Myth was eyeing me, I was already thanking God I’d thought to put something on that was easy to get off.
The two bodyguards at the back door stepped to the side silently as we walked into the club.
It wasn’t the usual entrance, Myth weaving us through the back past the storage area, the staff room and piles of unidentified boxes and junk stacked up everywhere. The thumping music was getting louder, I could feel it vibrating in my chest as we stepped out into the actual club and bar area.
I pulled Myth to a sudden halt.
He paused, turning back to look at me with one raised eyebrow.
“It’s Friday night in the middle of L.A.,” I noted, speaking a little slower than normal. “Where the hell is everyone?”
“You made it!” a loud voice crowed over the thumping bass, followed by a guy suddenly leaping over a table in a booth right in the corner of the room. “Turn that shit down, man,” he called over his shoulder as he strode toward us, the music almost instantly cutting to a soft hum.
The child-like grin on this guy’s face grew wider with every step, the atmosphere swirling around him was so freaking infectious I found myself fighting a smile. It wasn’t until he got to a few feet away that my brain finally realized just who the hell he was.
Myth’s hand fell from mine, and he stepped toward Kaiser Leigh, both of them with their arms out wide. Surprisingly, Kaiser was slightly bigger and a little more muscular than Myth, but I had heard about his obsession with the gym. I’m sure everyone in the western world probably had.
He wrapped his arms around Myth, picking him up off the floor in a bear hug I knew Myth would hate, but as they spun around, Myth’s face told me quite the opposite. “Put me down, fucker,” Myth growled through a laugh, pounding his fist against Kaiser’s back.
“What the hell is going on?” Brook murmured, looking to the boys around us for answers, knowing they would know what was happening, but all they did was smirk and shake their heads. Shotgun even headed off toward the empty bar.
Kaiser finally released Myth, and they took a step back, the young rock star laughing as he tucked his long hair behind his ear.
And then I saw it.
“No. Freaking. Way.”
The two men looked identical. One had no hair. The other, a little too much.
“How did I not know this?”
Myth reached for me, tugging me toward them while the others stood back for a second. “This is Laken. Laken, this would be my little brother.”
He held out his hand, and I took it, squeezing tightly as we shook. “Name’s Kaiser,” he said with a smug grin. He had all Myth’s features—strong jaw, piercing eyes, even the slight crook in his nose. All the things I found sexy, attractive, and alluring but not on Kaiser.
His eyes wandered down my body for a second or two before he pulled his gaze back to my face. “Voice like an angel. All-round king of awesome. Sex god.”
The urge to punch him was strong.
Lucky he’s pretty.
“Laken,” I replied, amused by the way he was studying me, trying to piece me together and work out exactly who I was. “Repeller of bullshit. Believer in mermaids. Taco lover.”
He didn’t let go of my hand, holding it a little tighter while the corner of his mouth twitched.
“Mermaids aren’t real,” he stated, trying, but failing, to fight a smile.
“Don’t be so quick to assume,” I argued with a shrug. “I always thought the term shit for brains was just a saying. I never thought I’d actually meet someone who had shit for brains... yet, here we are.”
Laken – 1
Kaiser the sex god – 0
That playful adolescent sparkle lit up like a child’s eyes when they saw fireworks. Maybe that was what was different, where Myth’s whole aura is quiet, mature and broody, Kaiser screamed small kid on a playground after too much candy. “Think you found a winner here, bro…” He grinned, pulling his hands back and raising them in surrender. “Don’t shoot, one of those flying projectiles might hurt my feelings.”
“Maybe you could write a song about it,” I threw back as Myth’s arm curled around my waist, pulling me back against his chest, encouraging a ceasefire.
Kaiser looked over my shoulder to his brother, clearly amused. “You just gonna let her talk shit?”
“Yeah,” Myth agreed, leaving it just like that.
“Fair call. Come on,” he urged, waving his hand to the group to get us to follow him. “I’ve got drinks coming and a table set up.”
MYTH
“A lot of media attention on you at the moment,” my little brother commented, his eyes on the girls as they lined up at the bar to order shots—probably the third or fourth in the hour we’d already been here. Kaiser and I were sitting alone, my brothers were letting us have a little time, taking a table close to the dance floor where the gaggle of women were headed next. “I like her… a lot. But you sure she’s worth it?” Kai questioned, trying to keep it casual-sounding as he raised his glass to his lips.
I swirled my beer bottle, the liquid sloshing around inside while my eyes focused on this woman who had swept in and kicked up a storm of chaos, and yet, it seemed like it was the chaos that I knew so well and felt like it connected us.
Lake clicked the shot glass in her hand with the other girls, the light tinkle of their laughter filling the empty space before they all threw back the clear liquid.
“Yeah.”
That was the simple answer.
But Kai would never be satisfied with the simple answer. “Why?”
“Because she saw my fire and walked straight fucking through it,” I explained, looking up at my brother’s intense gaze. “She’s something else. Someone who just fucking gets me. She’s got this whole independent thing going on, so she doesn’t care if I spend six hours at the gym trying to fight my own brain. She simply knows what I need, and she ain’t asking for it to change.”
That was the short version.
There were a million other things I could list.
The way she fiercely protected the people she loved.
The way she got excited about things I was passionate about like the gym.
And the way that sharp tongue got my blood pumping, but how she would instantly melt under my touch.
“So, you’ve considered what this means?” Kai questioned, throwing back the last of his drink and lifting the empty glass into the air. I knew in a minute there’d be a new one placed on the table.
I’d spent my life fighti
ng the way my ADHD urged me to constantly jump feet first into shit with no consideration for the consequences, but this time there was no fighting it.
This time I just didn’t give a shit.
Fuck the consequences.
Fuck the implications.
Because the instant I felt that spark between us, I had no idea it was going to become this wildfire, but I was pretty fucking sure I was going to use it to burn down anyone who tried to come between us.
I sighed, leaning back and hitting my little brother with a heavy frown. “You still not seeing it?”
“What I’m seeing is you ending up knee-deep in someone else’s problems.”
He was trying to be protective. Kai knew life in the spotlight, he’d been living there for years, and it had definitely tested his mental strength. But he forgot I was reasonably familiar with that shit myself. “You know better than anyone not to judge someone based on what you’re told,” I scolded. “It’s easy to take a bowl of sugar and tell someone it’s salt.”
Kai huffed, shaking his head. “So what is she? Sugar or salt?”
“What she tastes like depends on how you treat her.” I smirked, taking another swig of my beer before I paused to watch Lake walk toward the dance floor. The way her hips swayed to the music was hypnotic, and I was stuck in her trance, my cock growing hard in my jeans and making everything slightly uncomfortable. “You sure all these questions are about Lake and me, or is there something you need to talk about?”
A barmaid placed a drink on the table, and Kai quickly swept it up, the liquid sloshing over the side in his hurry to get it to his mouth. He drained half the glass, swallowing hard with his lips pursed tightly before he let out a heavy breath. One I could already tell carried a lot of weight but that he tried to disguise with a burst of laughter.
“Man, I’m done with women, you know?”
“What happened?”
He grinned. It was forced, almost painful. “She got a recording deal,” he murmured before draining the rest of his glass and slamming the empty vessel down on the wooden table, drawing the attention of everyone. “And then told me my job was done. She didn’t need me anymore.”
I could feel the pain in his tone.
It hurt me.
It always had.
When my siblings felt pain, I’d always felt like I could feel it too. I think it was just a thing my brain made up like those women who can convince their bodies to take on pregnancy symptoms when they aren’t pregnant.
I believed it like it was real.
So my body assumed it was.
“You really liked her?” I questioned, already knowing how stupid it was to ask given that two more drinks had already appeared on the table and a third was in his hand.
“I’d been carrying a ring around for three months.” Kai laughed darkly, his eyes falling to the glass, his nose crinkling as if he’d suddenly realized what he was doing. He placed the glass back down and sighed. “I was going to do it during our first tour show next month.”
“Do what?” Laken asked as she slipped into the booth seat beside me, my arm lifting on its own to accommodate her as she curled perfectly into my side.
“My little brother here was going to propose,” I simplified, seeing the way Kai clammed up.
He was embarrassed.
He didn’t like admitting he’d opened his heart to someone just to have them tear it out and decorate their career with it.
“Turns out she was just looking for a fast track to fame.”
“You want me to cut her?” Laken asked instantly without even blinking.
The mouthful of Jack and Coke in Kaiser’s mouth spurted out, spraying across the table in front of us and down the front of his shirt. “Jesus,” he choked, pounding his fist on his chest as he attempted to breathe, laugh, and not die all at once. “Okay… I approve,” he scratched out, pointing at Laken and winking.
The corner of Lake’s mouth curled up. “Was that a yes or a no?”
“I’ll let you know.” Kai laughed, scooting out of the seat. “I’ll be back in a minute. I actually have a club full of people coming in about an hour, and I don’t need to look like I’ve run through a fucking sprinkler.”
Two bodyguards who had been close by followed him out the back to his bus.
The girls were owning the dance floor at the other end of the room, making the most of the open space while my brothers watched on.
The Reign Bar was this collision of a nightclub and a more relaxed bar environment. It was a good balance for anyone who was looking to party but also sit down and relax with friends in between. It was the same vibe we were trying to achieve with Dynasty, keeping the club pumping but also having what we called a gentlemen’s bar out the front for a more relaxed atmosphere.
The gentlemen part being the half-naked girls, who danced at several poles around the bar.
I squeezed Laken’s hip, and she shuffled out of the booth. I followed close behind, directing her with my hand on her back when she automatically assumed we were heading toward everyone else. “Um, okay?” She laughed, allowing me to steer her toward the exit, snatching a container of cut lemons off the bar before we snuck past and out the employees-only door we’d come through.
Just outside, we made a sharp right before the hallway that led out the back and ducked into a dark room I’d seen as we came in. When the door clicked shut behind us, I flicked the lock first, then the light switch.
The space illuminated, Laken blinking through the brightness and looking around at the shelves and shelves of alcohol. Kegs, mixers, bottles of liquor—anything they wouldn’t need tonight that didn’t need to be chilled.
Laken’s eyes soon returned to mine, this sultry look in her gaze told me I wasn’t the only one feeling this intense need building. I stalked toward her, her body retreating step for step until her back hit the metal shelf—right where I wanted her.
Leaning in, my lips dipped to graze her jawline as I took her hand and placed it over the front of my jeans. My cock was like a rock, throbbing and aching to get free. I placed the lemons on the shelf before reaching past her, my fingers wrapping around the neck of a bottle of tequila.
She stood a little taller, sucking in a deep breath and tilting her head back as she flicked open the button and reached for the zipper of my pants, eager for my cock to be inside her. I undid the lid of the bottle behind her back before lifting it to my lips and taking a mouthful. The sharp taste tickled my tongue, the burn swirling down into my gut warming my body from the inside out.
“Uh, my turn?” She laughed, chewing on her bottom lip as she finally drew out my cock, letting my jeans fall to the floor. Her delicate fingers curled around it, her grip perfectly tight like she was ready to jack me off and take everything I gave her, but at the same time, she’d easily rip it off if I ever thought of hurting her.
I grunted. “You gotta earn it.”
That was all it took.
Laken’s eyes held contact with mine as she sunk to her knees in front of me and didn’t break her gaze for a second. Not as she swiped her tongue up the length of my dick, not as she lifted her skirt just enough for me to see she wasn’t wearing any fucking panties. And definitely not as she sucked my cock into her mouth at the same time she slipped a finger inside her pussy.
“God. Fucking. Damn,” I cursed, bracing my hand on the shelf in front of me as my knees instantly weakened. My cock moved in and out of her mouth, nothing more fucking beautiful than watching your woman get off on pleasuring her man. I threw back a shot of tequila, slamming the bottle back on the shelf and trying not to choke when she groaned loudly with my cock buried deep down her throat.
“Mmm,” she moaned softly, her tongue circling the head of my cock while at the same time, her fingers circled her clit.
Reaching out, I swept my fingers through her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail and wrapping my fist around it. My cock fell from her lips with a pop as I dragged her to her feet, the seductive smil
e on her plump lips almost enough to make me pop off right then.
“Open,” I ordered, lifting the tequila and pressing it to her obedient mouth, pouring a little inside before I reached for a lemon. The lemon went in my mouth, and I bit the sour flesh sucking the juice into my mouth as she swallowed the generous shot of liquor.
Tossing the peel over my shoulder, I rushed forward, pressing up against her, my mouth covering hers in a kiss so intense, I wasn’t sure if I was breathing her air or if she was breathing mine.
Or if either of us were breathing at all.
The sour lemon juice passed between us, soothing the burn of the tequila that lingered on her tongue. My hand slipped up under her dress, my fingers sliding between her folds and becoming instantly soaked. I used the moisture, gathering it on my fingertips before flicking them back and forth over her clit.
She pulled back, gasping for air and spreading her legs a little wider, welcoming me in.
I gripped her hair tighter in my fist, smirking as she rolled her hips against my fingers and pleaded for more. “Fuck me,” she rasped, grabbing the shelf behind her with one hand while the other dove under my T-shirt and tickled up over my abs, her nails scratching lightly at my skin.
“Was that a request?”
“Yes.”
Her body sagged and shuddered as I stepped back, grabbing my cock with the hand I’d been touching her with and wiping the wetness from my fingers over the head. “It’s yours,” I told her with a shrug. “Take it if you want it.”
“Fine, guess I’ll just fuck myself.” She wet her lips and slowly turned, gathering the length of her dress and pulling it up over her waist to reveal a perfectly round ass with her glistening pussy peeking at me from underneath. Laken grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and slowly backing up.
The head of my cock pressed against her tight, wet hole, and I quickly pulled my hand away as it slipped inside her.
“Fuck,” I cursed, a surge of pleasure tingling straight up my spine and forcing my entire body to shudder. “Damn woman.”
