by JA Low
“Fuck, yeah we do, best sex of my life.” Dial it down Christian.
Vanessa blushes at my enthusiasm. “Agreed, I’m not going to deny that, but…”
Oh shit, I don’t like buts, well not that kind of but, although I do like ladies’ butts, those are gorgeous little peaches. Concentrate, man.
“We have a policy of no hooking up with staff, remember that,” Vanessa reminds me.
Oh yeah that one, we used to fuck around with some of the staff every now and again while on tour and well the shit sometimes got real, things went down and now we have a rule no fucking the staff.
“Ness you’re different, you’re part of the band, you’re family.” She was, everyone loves her, she’s like the sixth member of Dirty Texas.
“That’s sweet but it’s still a rule and you know how much of a stickler I am for rules,” she reminds me. I know her rules, especially when it comes to fucking, and I don’t like any of them.
“Well I am prepared to break it but…I think it’s best that we keep this casual. I mean you can hook up with groupies and I can still hook up with guys but if we have an itch and there is no one else around who can scratch it then we can with each other.” She smiles at me as if this plan is the most amazing plan in the world.
“So what you’re saying is I get to sleep with you as well as other people?” Just want to be clear because this seems like I am being set up or something.
“Yeah and don’t forget I can as well.”
Yeah, yeah, Ness, you don’t need to remind me that you can fuck other dudes.
“I don’t know,” I confess, scratching at the imaginary hole in my chest.
“It’s just an idea, otherwise we can go back to being platonic friends again, but if I’m honest I am going to miss your cock, and those fingers and your mouth.”
I grin. “Yeah, babe, you going to miss all this,” I say, waving my hand around my naked form, my dick coming to attention at hearing Vanessa say she will miss him.
“Yes, Christian, I am going to miss all that,” she says, waving her hands all over me. “But I also want my freedom.”
Since Kane, Vanessa has definitely enjoyed her freedom and I suppose I understand. The guy was a controlling, manipulative bastard and I hate that he has spooked her out of ever wanting a relationship again. But if this is the only way I can have Ness in my bed then I am going to have to accept her terms. Maybe seeing me with another woman might make her rethink her feelings for me. Might force her to accept that she has them.
“Okay, Ness, you have yourself a deal. You and I are in an open friends with benefit relationship.” Giving her my hand, she ignores it, launching herself at me instead. Oh I think I am going to like this arrangement.
How fucking wrong was I!
79
Vanessa
First stop for the next three months is good old London town, I’m relishing the fact I’m back here again with the world’s biggest band, Dirty Texas, as my client. It’s been fantastic having my bestie back with me also. Sienna has been coping relatively well in LA but I have a feeling that might have something to do with a certain celebrity crush she has on Evan Wyld. I see the way he looks at her. He promised me he wouldn’t touch her and I believe him, I think. If flirting with Evan gives her the confidence to get back out into the world as a newly single woman then more power to her. My open friends with benefits relationship with Christian hasn’t really been open to anyone else since we agreed upon it. We have been too busy getting ready for the tour, and hanging out with Sienna and Derrick so we haven’t had much time to go out and meet new people or even date others. With the tour starting, the groupies will be all over him, and I know how much Christian loves those groupies. I guess tonight we will see how this open friends with benefit thing will work and if either one of us will get jealous.
It doesn’t take the guys long to have a gaggle of beautiful women commanding their attention in the VIP area of the club. Christian currently has two blondes wrapped around his arm, and yes I am jealous. Their hands are touching his chest and their oversized lips are touching his skin. Things that were mine not twenty-four hours earlier when we were wrapped in each other’s arms at home, our home, or the quickie in the airplane toilet on our way to London while everyone was asleep, are now someone else’s. Thankfully Sienna and Derrick enter the club with Isla hot on their heels to save me from my brooding thoughts. “I need a fucking drink.” I grab Sienna by the arm. Christian looks at me, gives me a dirty smirk and continues talking to the blondes. Bastard!
I am having the best time tonight, after a couple more bottles of champagne, I’ve stopped worrying about Christian and his groupies and started to enjoy myself, especially having my closest friends around me for the first time in years. Letting ourselves go on the dance floor, we enjoy our time together, even reveling in some dirty dancing with some of the guys hovering around the dance floor. My tongue is firmly stuck down the throat of some young footballer at the moment; his muscles bulging through his expensive white button up, my fingers love the feel of his body as they roam over him. I can feel an impressive bulge somewhere else as well. His hand is firmly stuck to my ass as I grind on him. One of his friends taps him on the shoulder, whispers something in his ear, and that’s when his eyes peer over my shoulder to something behind me. He stiffens then slowly disentangles himself from me.
“Sorry, love, I’ve got to go, early morning training session.” Then he’s gone, poof, just like that. Turning around I see Evan’s back heading toward the restroom. I shake my head in disbelief. Well fuck him he’s probably crap in bed anyway. Walking back to our table to get another glass of champagne, I spot Isla sitting with Sienna and Derrick.
“What are you guys doing sitting at the table? I thought you were all busy with someone.”
Isla looks at me. “Mine quickly made his excuses and left.”
“So did mine,” Sienna added.
“Yeah, that just happened to me as well,” I say, taking a sip of bubbles.
“I think the boys may have something to do with it. I noticed Evan say something to one of the guys on his way to the bathroom,” Derrick adds.
Those fuckers, messing with our night. “Men!” I look over at the booth where they are all happily getting it on with girls. “It’s okay for them to fuck everything that walks but they won’t let us have any fun, well screw them,” I announce. “Let’s show them we can’t be tamed.” I jump up onto the table, urging Sienna, Isla and Derrick to join me. We all start dirty dancing with each other, it’s like a giant two fingers to the boys. We have created a bit of a commotion with our moves, there is currently a crowd of lustful men watching us dance on the table together. Out of nowhere my legs come out from under me. Screaming as I fall toward the ground, I’m saved by a solid shoulder under my stomach. Trying to lift my head up I see Sienna and Isla in the same fireman's hold like me, screaming blue murder at the boys as we are carried through the gapping crowds of the club. I hear the sniggers and gasps as we pass people in the VIP section.
“Let go of me, Christian,” I yell, thumping on his solid back. I can tell that ass from anywhere and give it a hard slap.
“Keeping doing that, V, you know how much I like a good slap and tickle.” His hand comes down hard on my semi exposed ass. Ouch, fucking bastard. I wiggle trying to pull my dress down so my ass isn't exposed to the masses. “Stop wiggling, V. I promise no one can see anything. Seriously do you think I would do that to you?”
“I didn't think you would throw me over your shoulder and kidnap me from a club either.”
Christian chuckles.
Wanker! Before I know it my ass is hitting the plush leather seat of the limousine with a seething Sienna and Isla beside me.
“We were just having fun,” Isla whines, playing with her bag.
“So it’s okay for you boys to have girls all over you, but when we get some attention you haul us all away like fucking cavemen. We are not your women to do this to,” I fume.
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“Exactly, you boys had perfectly willing women in your laps all night, you didn’t have to grab three unwilling ones,” Sienna adds, crossing her arms defensively in front of her.
“Don’t forget you ladies work for us and when we say we are ready to go home, that means we are ready to go home,” Evan yells, shocking us with his tone, the other two fuckwits nod their heads in agreement. Getting in the limo, they sit opposite us where they start texting God knows who. Ignoring the boys, the three of us girls fume huddled in the corner as far away from them as possible.
“I’m seriously pissed, how fucking dare they.” The blood is pounding through my veins.
“And Evan pulling the fucking boss card, that was a dick move,” Isla grumbles.
“I am so fucking embarrassed,” Sienna huffs.
“It’s okay for them to have fun with all those women but when we do they act like they own us; like we are their property or toys. Obviously they don’t like other men playing with their toys. Well fuck them they don’t own us,” I huff, crossing my arms angrily in front of me. The girls nod in agreement, we sit in the limousine in silence getting more and more worked up with every mile.
Eventually the car arrives at the house the boys are renting while in London. Getting out of the car in silence, each of us women stomp through the quiet house, yes I am having a tantrum but fuck it I’m pissed. Walking up the one flight of stairs toward my bedroom I turn my head and see the boys talking at the bottom of the stairs, their eyes watching three pissed off women move through the house. I slam the bedroom door; the loud noise vibrating through the house, my point has been made. Kicking my shoes to the side, I start unzipping my dress, throwing it into the corner. I walk toward the bathroom in my underwear and start getting ready for bed—wiping my make up off then cleaning my teeth—the night’s events running on loop through my mind making me angrier. I head back into my room, as I hear a faint knock at my door. I storm over toward it, open it and find a smiling Christian. His whiskey colored eyes trail down my near naked body, a smirk crosses his face.
“Were you expecting someone else?” He coos, raising his eyebrows at me.
Looking down I realize I am standing in my underwear, but fuck him he can stand there and stare. “What do you want? I’m about to go to bed.”
“What do I want?” he questions, raising his voice as he pushes through the door, slamming it behind him, the sound piercing the quiet night air. “What I want, Ness, is you.” He stalks toward me.
Shaking my head, I hold my hands up in a defensive manner. “No!” My answer stills him.
“You had me out of my freaking mind tonight, Ness.” He walks closer toward me. “Dancing on that table, those killer legs of yours on display. I could see the drool falling out of those men’s mouths as they watched you girls dance. Your dress was so fucking short; with each hip movement I could see your panties and so could everyone else in the club.”
Oops.
“It was driving me crazy. Those men don’t deserve to see that part of you. A man has to earn it.” Christian is standing in front of me, his eyes tracing the curves of my breasts, his finger runs along the edge of the lace. “I hated the wicked thoughts they were having about you dancing on that table, I could see it in their eyes.” Another sweep across my breast this time his thumb catches my sensitive bud, sending electricity over my body.
“Christian, I’m not yours to worry about,” I remind him.
“Yes you are.” His large palm grabs my breast.
I let out a hint of a moan, damn traitorous body.
“See, I know what you like, Ness. I’m the only one who understands your needs.” He pulls back the lace of my bra, his mouth catching my nipple.
“Fuck,” I groan, arching my back. The champagne making the world all bubbly and fuzzy or maybe it’s Christians’ lips. My hands automatically go to his hair, pulling him harder into me.
“See, Ness, I know you.”
I nod as he starts on the other breast giving equal attention to it.
“No one will ever be good enough for you.”
Maybe he’s right because at this moment nothing feels better than the way Christian is playing with me.
“It’s been too long, Ness.” A hand makes its way down my body toward my panties, large fingers slipping inside of the delicate fabric, then inside of me. “See, I know what you need…and you need me don’t you?”
I whimper because at this point in time I don’t care. His hand suddenly stills and I almost cry out.
“Say it, Ness, tell me you need me.” His eyes are lit with fire, he looks at my flushed face, my heart is racing and I know I should say no. I know I should push him away because I am pissed at his actions tonight but I’ve had too much champagne and his magic fingers are currently teasing my aching clit. I want that orgasm that is just out of reach. Looking at him, our eyes never wavering from each other, the room melts away at the intensity of it.
“I need you,” I confess.
“Thank fuck,” he groans as his lips capture mine, his fingers continuing their sinful work on my clit.
“Ahh, Christian,” I call out as my orgasm takes over and my whole body turns to jelly, I slump against him. Strong arms wrap themselves around me lifting me up. The room moves in a blur of movement and color until my back is hitting the bed. I watch as Christian kicks off his shoes, socks, and pulls his shirt over his head, leaving his naked torso exposed with his ink wrapping around his impressive body. I let out a sigh making him laugh.
“Like what you see, angel?” He raises his eyebrow at me.
“Hmm.” My eyes are feeling heavy. Maybe I will just shut them for a moment. I feel the bed dip and then Christian’s body heat beside me.
“V, are you asleep?”
I mumble something incoherently.
“Fuck,” Christian curses. “It’s okay, princess, you get some sleep it’s been a long day,” Christian mumbles into my ear.
Rolling over so that my face is nuzzling into his neck I whisper, “I’m still pissed at you even though you made me come.”
Christian’s chest rumbles with laughter. “Okay, noted, V.” His arms wrap around me, his spicy scent of man and sweat swirls under my nose.
“I hate that you can make me come.”
Another rumbled laugh falls from his chest. “Really, I’m pretty sure you just enjoyed it.”
Peeling my eyes open, I try and focus on him. “It confuses me.”
Christian stills. “Yeah, why?”
“You give me the best orgasms but you’re my best friend…that’s not supposed to happen.”
Looking down into my eyes he murmurs, “You make me hard every time I’m around you and you’re my best friend. I don’t think that is supposed to happen either.” He presses his lips to my forehead. “But I wouldn’t change it for the world, Ness. It may be confusing but I think it’s just us.”
“Why couldn’t you be ugly? It would make it easier to be your friend.”
This earns me a deep baritone laugh. “Good to know you’re only my friend because of my good looks. Had no idea you were so shallow, Ness.”
I punch him lightly in the chest. “Dick.”
“Go to sleep, you can be mad at me in the morning.”
And I do, I slowly fall asleep wrapped in his arms.
80
Christian
Now we are back in London three months later after finishing our European tour and only a couple of days away from finally being free. Life is fucking great. I can’t wait to let loose, relax. Everyone is buzzing, I still can’t believe we have finally finished the tour. Our very last one for a fucking long time and it feels amazing. My brother has been busily organizing shit for our lives after this tour, namely our new record label Dirty Texas Records—it pains me to say it but he is a fucking legend. All the numbers and projections he has estimated for our profits are amazing, he’s like rain man when it comes to business stuff. When we get back to LA we will start work on settin
g up our new studio, it’s pretty exciting. I’m excited for the change, all of the boys are. We won’t ever stop making music but ten years of constant traveling and touring wears you out after a while.
Big changes are happening at Dirty Texas. Evan, the fucker, got his girl. He and Sienna have been loved up since being busted a month ago being all sneaky and shit. Who knew Evan Wyld would be the first one of us to drop from the market.
“Cheers you bastards, to another tour well done and to never having to see your ugly mugs ever again.” Vanessa jokes as we all clink our glasses together in celebration of a job well done. “Shit, does that mean you’re going to be home all day, every day?” Vanessa asks, turning to me.
“Sure thing, queen V. You will finally have me all to yourself, every single day. I know how much this idea gets you hot.” I joke with her, giving her a kiss on the cheek, making everyone laugh.
“Actually, V, we want to ask you something.” Axel looks serious but we all know what is coming. We turn toward Vanessa who is looking a little uneasy but we have her attention. As much as I hated the idea there was a part of me that thought, finally after five years no more excuses, there would be nothing coming between us anymore until Axel suggested this and fuck, I couldn’t deny her this opportunity, there is no one else better suited for the job.
“We were wondering if you would like to be the new PR director for Dirty Texas Records.”
The table erupts but we soon realize Vanessa hasn’t answered.
“You want me to run the PR for your label?” She’s looking a little shocked.
The boys all nod in unison to Vanessa’s question. Tears well in her eyes which is pretty rare for Vanessa.
“Hey, V, no, no why are you upset, sweetheart?” I wrap my arms around her while the rest of the boys look on with worried looks.
“There is no one else in the world we would trust. You’re family, V and family sticks together,” Axel states matter of factly.