Mouth agape, she stared at Tommy Fischer. It’s really him, in the flesh. She couldn’t believe it. It had been years since she had been in the same room with him.
The night in Gasoline’s dressing room had ended fast when Dean saw her tears. She had expected him to be nice to her back then. Now I know better.
Her eyes opened wide as she searched the room for Dean. He was not in sight. Although she had planned to at least confront him, her courage had begun to wane. She held Chad tighter so she didn’t faint.
Chad smiled at the party host, oblivious to his date’s conflict. “What’s up, Tommy? This is Maggie. Hope it’s OK I brought her.”
“Eh, the more the merrier.” He smiled when he noticed her expression. “Hi, I’m Tommy.” He held out a hand to Maggie. She didn’t move an inch. “You a’right? Chad, she kinda looks starstruck.”
Maggie heard that and sucked in a deep breath. “I apologize for my shock. I’ve never met someone as famous as you, Mr. Fischer.” The lie was one she used quite often. She held out her hand. Most musicians ate it up.
“I get that a lot.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly. “It’s just Tommy. My dad is Mr. Fischer.”
She became flustered with feigned embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, mist—Tommy. Very nice to meet you.”
Chad let out a sigh of relief. Her reaction worried him. His social life was full of rock stars and sometimes included other famous people. If she couldn’t handle it, that would put a damper on things. She hugged his arm as she finally relaxed.
“Do you want to check out the balcony?” Chad glanced around the hallway.
Maggie grinned excitedly. “That would be great!” They had given their coats to someone but she was willing to chance it. When they stepped outside, she gasped. “Wow! Amazing!”
It was mostly dark, but some of the building lights shown on the beach and ocean below. “It is.” Chad gazed out into the inky blackness. “In the summer, this balcony comes in handy.”
Images of fucking Crystal against the wall right next to them flashed before him. When he had stayed with her at Tommy’s that summer, they had been connected at the pelvis quite often.
So far, he hadn’t seen her at the party. He just hoped that memories didn’t emerge at the wrong time that night.
His hair was tugged slightly, so he turned. Maggie was playing with his ponytail. She liked his hair as much as his dick. He wondered how it would go if they went to bed.
Will I see Crystal or call her Crystal? What would she do if I did that? He was scared he would freak out before they got started. I’m such a pussy.
“Come by the railing.” She hugged him from behind and urged him toward it.
He smiled when he leaned on the metal rail and looked over it. More memories flooded his mind. He had fucked Crystal in that spot as well. A cold breeze whipped his hair around. Then he shivered when the cold seeped into his pants.
Wait! What? His eyes drifted down. Maggie had his dick out again. How does she do that so quick? His eyes closed as she pumped her hand.
“We can sneak into the coat room.” She worked him over until he was at his full size. “Or maybe you can bend me over right here.” She squeezed the head which made him shudder.
His breath caught in his throat for a few seconds. “Not out here. Too many people at the party.” Why wait? She’s willing and you need it bad.
“Chad, you out here?” Tommy shouted. “Crystal’s here!”
Suddenly, Chad changed his mind. “Stop.” He yanked away from her and tucked his cock away. “I’ll be there in a minute, Tommy!”
Maggie pouted. She was sure that she had Chad exactly where she wanted him. When Chad opened the door to the condo, she faked a smile and nodded at those they passed.
Her eyes landed on Crystal. She was in the sexiest blue dress possible. Fuck me! Chad’ll be drooling over her all night!
Holy fuckin’ shit! Chad’s eyes almost popped out of his head when they found Crystal. He absently squeezed Maggie’s hand. “Let’s go say hello.”
The two couples exchanged pleasantries. Then Maggie had an idea. If I befriend Crystal, she might help me hold onto Chad. A plan formed quickly.
She tugged Crystal aside and spoke to her about celebrities she had met. They giggled a bit and connected on a fangirl level. Perfect!
“Come on,” Giovanni called to Crystal. They needed to mingle.
Maggie grabbed Chad’s hand with more confidence. “Let’s get a drink.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Chad laughed as he bumped Giovanni’s arm. “Is Crystal drunk?” He had never seen her sing karaoke before.
“She had a few.” Giovanni shook his head as he smiled.
The performance held Chad’s attention well. He watched Maggie and Crystal sway to the music as they sang. Crystal’s breasts continually swung and almost burst from her dress several times. He wanted to hold them and fuck her again.
For a brief moment, he glanced at his empty glass. Maggie had gotten him several drinks over the last hour or so. He hadn’t thought about how much that had affected his judgment already.
His gaze went back to the girls. Fuck! I miss that body. He watched Crystal’s breasts move again.
If they were alone, he might tug her straps down and fuck her right against the wall. No, you wouldn’t! She won’t cheat again.
He wished Giovanni would bring him in for another threesome. Since Giovanni and Crystal had gotten together, Giovanni had refused to allow Chad into their love life. He was quite sure there was some leeway in their relationship. It just didn’t include him.
“That was fun!” Maggie hugged Chad and looked up. “Are you gonna sing?”
He rolled his eyes. “I can’t sing.”
“That’s the idea. You just let go and pretend you can.” She pulled him back a bit. “Come on. I’ll do one with you.”
“No.” He planted his feet. “I don’t sing in public, ever.”
She frowned with defeat. “Fine.” She grabbed his hand. “Let’s just go get another drink.”
He let her tug him to the bar in the dining room. At least there he didn’t have to watch Crystal with Giovanni. “Two kamikazes.”
Maggie climbed up to a bar stool and slid her dress up some. Then she pulled Chad between her legs. “This could be fun.”
Nervously, Chad braced his hands on the bar edge. When he was inebriated, he tended to get horny. It had been a while since he had been drunk with a woman other than Crystal.
There was that one time… but I couldn’t get it up. Well, and the strip club. Both times he had been in a very emotional state, so sex was not on his mind at all.
When the glasses were set by his hand, Chad downed his fast then handed the other to Maggie. “Remember, you need to drive.”
“I know.” She nursed her drink. “I promise, I’ll be fine to drive later.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “OK.” He tried to pull back, but she held onto his tuxedo jacket. “What?”
“This.” She reached up and kissed his lips again.
Dominic walked into the room and whistled. “Getting the party started?” He patted Chad on the back, glad to see him in a relationship.
“Oh, hi.” Chad turned as much as he could. “We were just… uh, kissing.”
A smirk on his face, Dominic replied, “I noticed.” He squeezed Chad’s shoulder. “Is this the mysterious Maggie?”
“Yes.” She almost choked when she realized who Chad was talking to. “Oh, wow! Dominic Spinelli?”
He laughed. “Yep, that’s my name. Guess you heard of our band.”
“She’s a fan.” Chad felt a bit slighted by her reaction to all the boys of Gasoline. When their singer Dean Johnson had bumped into them, she almost cried. “At least she likes my band, too.”
She threw her arms around Chad. “I didn’t mean to make you feel slighted. Sometimes I just get excited.” Their run in with Dean had spooked her a bit, but
she knew she had to take the opportunity that night.
“Maybe I’m too sensitive.” Chad knew he was.
Dominic sighed. “You can be, but usually for the right reasons. Careful with the alcohol. You know how you get.”
“Thanks for your concern, but I’m OK.” Chad didn’t want Maggie to know how he was when drunk. “By the way, happy birthday.”
“Thanks. We’ll talk later.” Dominic winked and ordered two drinks.
Maggie waited until Dominic had left the room, then she yanked on Chad’s lapel. “Where were we?”
“Um…”
He wasn’t sure if they should start anything at all. When she pulled him between her legs again, she wrapped her legs around him and forced his crotch against her core. The heat was unexpected, although it shouldn’t have been.
“This is not really the place for this.” Chad glanced around at the somewhat crowded room. The food and alcohol were in there. “PDA is not really my thing.” It was not exactly a lie, but he was only all for it with Crystal.
She bit her bottom lip and met his eyes. “OK, so then let’s go somewhere else.”
“Gimme just a few.” He needed another drink before he could attempt to sneak into a room with her. When she let him go, he relaxed and moved next to her.
“Hey, sweet thing.” Crazy Mike walked in and grinned at Maggie. He worked for Gasoline. “You ready for another wild night?”
Maggie’s eyes widened and she waved her hands in the air. “Shut up!”
“Something wrong?” Chad noticed that Mike’s eyes were on his date. “Maggie, do you know Mike?”
She shook her head. “No, no, no. Never met him before.”
“What?” Mike was insulted. “How could you forget that night?”
Chad’s mouth dropped. “You fucked him?” He had no idea what to think about her at that point. “Is that all you want from me, sex?”
She laid her hands on Chad’s chest and looked up. “No. I like you.” She didn’t want him to find out her plan to hook him because he was famous. At least he was to her.
Chris Bradley walked in the room behind Mike and also spotted Maggie. He wasn’t happy to see her at all. One night was enough for him. She had been clingy after they had sex. He had caught her trying to steal his house keys.
“Oh no,” Maggie mumbled when Chris came into view. “Can this get any worse?”
Chad smiled at Chris. “Hey, come meet my date, Maggie.”
“We’ve met.” Chris ordered a beer and shook his head. “Is this who you went out with the night after Christmas?”
Quite confused by Chris’ attitude, Chad replied, “Yeah. Am I missing something?”
“She gets around.” Chris frowned. “I can’t believe you fucked her and let her stick around.”
Chad’s face fell. “I didn’t fuck her. We’re just dating.”
“That’s all she’s good for.” Chris glared at her. “Stay away, far away.”
Maggie knew the truth was about to come out. “Chad let’s just go outside.”
“No.” Chad’s eyebrows narrowed and he walked toward Chris. “What the hell, man?” He stared, annoyed. “How can you say that about her?”
Chris shrugged. “I call them as I see them. We all had a piece of her and moved on. She’s crazy. Run while you still can.”
“Are you drunk?” Chad had never heard Chris talk that way about anyone.
Maggie stepped between them again. “He’s just jealous I turned him down.”
“Whatever.” Chris knew he had to get Chad alone to explain. Maggie would just twist his words. “We’ll talk about it later.”
Chad glanced down at Maggie. “Did you fuck him?”
“Well… yes.”
Mike could see that Chad was confused. “I fucked her, too. I think Mike P. did also.”
“What the hell?” Chad wished he hadn’t had a few drinks. His mind was clouded with confusion. “Do you fuck every man you meet?”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t. I swear. They were just guys I met at shows.”
“I need another drink.” Chad ordered another kamikaze. “If all you want is my dick, you’re not getting it. I’m not like most guys.” He turned his back on her.
Unsure of where they stood, she wasn’t sure what to do. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about them.”
“What else haven’t you told me?” Chad knew in his gut they could never last. Maybe I should just tell her to fuck off. That was just not in him though. Deep down, he was just a nice guy.
“Nothing I plan to tell you in front of everyone.” Frustrated, Maggie left the room.
In the hallway, Maggie smiled when she noticed Dean. He leaned on a wall with a glass in his hand. She approached him quietly. “Hey there. Remember me?”
He turned. “Uh…” His eyes moved up and down her body. “Nope.”
“What’re you drinking?” She knew she needed to spark his memory.
Dean tilted the glass slightly. “Just soda. I’m on the wagon again.”
“Really?” She moved in front of him. “Do you remember a 17-year-old girl coming on to you one night in your dressing room in Philly five years back?”
He thought for a few seconds. “My memory is kinda shot from all the coke, honey.”
“She was a virgin and you flipped her over.” Her hands shook as she said it. The scene played back in her mind. It was painful and not what she had hoped for.
His eyes lit up. “Oh, you mean that fat chick who cried because I didn’t ask her if she wanted my dick or not? She was lame.”
“Fuck you!” She slapped him across the face as hard as she could. “Look at me now, asshole.” She rushed away from him in tears.
Chad grabbed Maggie as she ran down the hallway. His savior tendency was on alert. He knew something was very wrong and he couldn’t abandon her. “Hey, what happened? Talk to me.”
“Dean… Dean… He…”
His face screwed up with anger. “What the fuck’d he do now?” His eyes roamed around, searching for Dean. “Talk to me. Did he touch you? Hurt you? What?”
She was shocked by Chad’s assumption. Dean’s reputation must be real. She had thought the tabloids exaggerated his sleaziness. “No. He just scared me.”
“You sure?” He held her close. “I’ll beat the ever-loving shit outta him if he tried to-” He gritted his teeth. Just the look on Crystal’s face when in Dean’s proximity told him that Dean had touched her inappropriately.
His extreme anger made her realize that she had to calm him. “I’m fine.” She thought back and realized that Dean had been high for sure when they first met. It was his eyes. “I think I encouraged him. I’m sorry.”
“You can tell me.” He framed her face and made her look him in the eye. “Did he touch you?”
She shook her head. “No”
“Did you fuck him, too?” He had a bitter taste in his mouth after what he had heard, but he wanted to give her a chance, since she was so upset. Her nod made him groan. “Tonight?”
After she took in a shaky breath, she shook her head. “No. A long time ago. He wasn’t very nice.” She wouldn’t burden him with the residual effects of their first meeting. “I’m OK. I just need some air or something.’ She grinned when she realized that she had faced Dean and slapped him. “I’ll be fine.”
He knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth again. However, it didn’t seem like it was the same type of thing. Dean had done something to upset her. He just hoped it wasn’t what he suspected.
If Dean attacked her years ago, could that have screwed with her head and skewed her view of men? That would explain a lot. Dean’s a nutcase.
They headed outside. It was colder, but they stayed close to the building. Maggie laid her head on Chad’s chest and smiled. She felt better since she had gotten out her anger for Dean.
Her desire for Chad had not waned in the least, though. His body against hers made her imagine herself under it. Maybe he’ll stay over if I
say I feel vulnerable.
*** ♫♪♫♪ ***
Around 11:30, Maggie decided she would trick Chad into an unoccupied room. He had an excuse every time she had come up with something. Even the suggestion that he stay at her place because she was scared was turned down. It was frustrating to say the least.
A way to make it happen popped into her head as they stepped into the hallway. “Let’s get our coats and go outside again. It’s just so beautiful.” She had pushed him to drink enough that she expected him to be putty in her hands.
She laced her fingers in his when he nodded. Then they walked into the gym which served as the coat room. She checked around. They were most definitely alone.
“Seems we found a quiet spot.”
Chad held onto the wall next to her. “I guess so.”
He had several more drinks since they had left the dining room. Although he wasn’t shitfaced, he was majorly buzzed for sure. His defenses were down and that usually meant he would do something stupid or way out of character. Good thing Crystal wasn’t around for him to try to fuck.
He soon found himself against the wall. The room spun a bit as he tried to figure out how it happened. Then his pants were opened.
“Are you obsessed with my dick?”
She looked up as she freed it from its confines. “It is huge.” She dropped to her knees and stroked it slowly. “And so smooth. Bet it tastes-”
“Shit!” He sucked in a breath through his teeth as she tugged on the head with her lips. “Fuck!”
Maggie struggled to fit more than a few inches into her mouth. It was extremely uncomfortable. She had never been with someone so well endowed. His fingers threaded through her hair and gently pushed her head down.
Eyes rolled back, Chad couldn’t think. Fingers massaged his shaft as suction around the head drove him crazy. “Take it deeper. Please.”
She pulled back, out of breath. “I can’t.” As she held onto him, she got to her feet. “I have another idea.” She winked and laid a hand on his chest. “You’ll get what you need. Don’t you worry.” She removed her shoes, dropped her pantyhose and underwear then kicked them all aside. “Come down here.”
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