I glance down and I can feel his eyes searing through me. Oh no, he’s shifting again. I look back up and he’s inches from my face. My heart leaps into my throat. My arousal is pooling in my panties. I pray that he can’t smell it. It’s sweet and I know the smell and I can smell it. Oh god this can’t be happening. He places both of his big hands on either side of the wall beside my head. Pinning me against his body. Full body touching full body.
“What’s wrong, Short Stack?” he whispers. I can smell cigarettes and spearmint on his breath. Never thought I’d find that hot. But oh, I do! He’s even hotter up close. I could lick him if I wanted. I wonder what he tastes like? Stop thinking that!
“Nothing,” I blurt out. I’m lying. I know and he knows it.
He rubs his pelvis against me in circles and wow! I can feel an erection in his shorts and it’s huge. Well, I would call it that. Not sure what a seasoned woman would say.
“What do you want, Johnathan?” I ask. I surprise myself that I actually sound halfway normal. Not horny or dry mouthed at all. This is good!
“You know what I want,” he purrs; it sounds so good to my ears. Too good.
If I move my hands I could reach down and cup his cock in them. But I won’t and I can’t. It’s wrong, so wrong, on a million different levels. Why can’t I just want to fuck a normal guy? Not a hot rock star. This is terrible.
“Um… nope… no I don’t… If you want to know the weather, I am sure I can arrange that.” I smile or try to. But I know it comes out all distorted. I’m so nervous. Silky sweat is dripping down the back of my neck.
“How about the weather between your legs? You smell so good…. Mmmmm.” He inhales.
Oh shit! I knew he could smell me. I could smell me. This is the most embarrassing day of my life. I throw my hands over my face. I’m so ashamed. I pray- Please god, get me out of this mess. Make this stop. I promise I’ll never talk to him again. Just get him away from me. I can’t have sex with him. It’s wrong. Please God!
“I can’t do what you want me to do,” I state, feeling a little less drawn to him. Maybe my prayers worked for once.
“I don’t want to fuck you if that’s what you think, Short Stack.”
“That’s exactly what I think,” I blurt. Oh thank you Jesus, my sassiness is back. Oh how I’ve missed it!
“Nope.” He pushes back from the sides of the wall and moves as far away from me as he can which still leaves us touching in some ways but I feel a lot better and less inclined to do some naughty things. He looks sad all of a sudden. His fuck-me-face is gone. But I can still see the outline of a very hard, very big boner in his shorts.
“I don’t want to fuck you. That’s not what this is,” he says, motioning his finger back and forth between me and him.
“Then what is it?” I gulp and run my hands nervously through my hair, staring at the ground.
“Hey… Hey guys.” I hear Stacy say on the other side of the door.
“What?” Johnathan groans.
“Sorry. Open up, the coast is clear. Grab your stuff Em, I’ll pay for it and meet you out in the car.”
I open the door and exit first and Johnathan follows a few feet behind. I dump my clothes in Stacy’s arms. I am kind of relieved to be out of that space. Although I am so juiced up on natural horny pills by the name of Johnathan that I think I could go for an orgasm or two or five or a hundred.
I leave and I sit in the front of the car away from Johnathan. When Stacy gets in, he seems a little taken back by the seating arrangement. I lay my head back against the seat and let James drive us back to the hotel. I don’t speak another word.
Chapter Seven
The rest of the day went by rather quickly. Stacy and the boys left to set up with the roadies and do sound check. Leaving me in the hotel all by my lonesome. I took a long shower which lasted forever thanks to the hotels never-ending hot water supply. I spent time painting my nails hot pink, both my fingers and toes. Normally I’m a taupe or light pink enthusiast, but I went hot pink for ‘my image.’ Stupid? Yes. But it’s part of the job description, apparently. I pampered myself in my room, of course. I don’t have the money to spend on spa treatments, although admittedly I’d love to be able to. With my new income significantly less than my previous job, I have to tighten up my belt. The record label Magic Records are the ones who signed Stricken. They are also the ones who sign all of our paychecks. Even though I was dealing with a boss who tried to flirt with me every chance he got on my last job, I still made double what I do now. Which sucks but some money is better than no money at all. My lack of funds now are partially due to the fact that I wasn’t a planned employee. I wasn’t sought out. I think Magic records or the hot blonde Jasmine that Stacy works hand-in-hand with on the corporate side of things decided to do him a favor. All because I’m sure they’ve either fucked like rabbits before or she has every intention of doing so in the future. Either way I don’t care because I am grateful for the money and opportunity to spend weeks exploring a new job with the greatest guy ever—Stacy, my best friend.
Now I am standing backstage in a pair of my new clothes; the opening act just left the stage. They were so much better than Xtreme Sex from the show in Vegas.
“See, those clothes fit your hotness just fine,” I hear Stacy say to me from behind. I haven’t seen him all night long. Apparently he was busy with the band elsewhere. I hired a cab to take me to the venue and thankfully my name was on the backstage roster so I didn’t have to worry about access. Next gig I’m going to get a badge.
“Thanks. You know what? I do like this better than I thought.” I smile and run my hand down the side of my new Rock-a-Billy skintight black sleeveless dress with a bold cherry print. My bright red patent leather four inch high closed toe pumps lock the style in the bag. It’s kind of hot. And I’m even wearing black lace boy shorts. I’ve never owned a pair of boy shorts before, but man are they sexy and super comfortable. Somehow Stacy tossed in a few bras from Macy’s so I now have a matching set and I feel like a million bucks. My red hair, I left down and let it do its natural wavy thing. I found a flower hair clip in my bag so I clipped it into my hair. And viola, I’m accountant turned rock goddess. Okay maybe I wouldn’t take it that far.
“See I told you you’d like it.” He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach, tucking his face into the crook of my neck. Which is totally unlike him.
“What are you doing, Stace?”
“Smelling you. You smell fantastic. What are you wearing?” A tingly feeling flows down my body. My belly is warming up. Oh no, not this again. What is wrong with me? I knew I should have flicked the bic when I had the chance in the shower. I don’t masturbate much, maybe once a month if that. But when I do it’s only when I can’t concentrate without the release. Being shacked up with five men probably means I am going to have to flick my bic on a regular basis or I might just find myself fucking random dudes and falling into the rock and roll life style. Which is so not me.
“Love the tattoo,” some man from the opening band says pointing to my arm when he walks past. He’s fairly hot too. What should I expect? Ugly rockers? I think not.
“Thanks.” I smile and it’s genuine. I don’t usually wear stuff to show my tattoos so it feels pretty damn good to have it recognized. I did spend a shit load of money on it and lots of hours enduring pain. Well, it wasn’t that bad but it wasn’t painless.
“See, I told you proper clothes will show off your sexiness,” Stacy says softly in my ear. Another wave of tingliness pools in my veins and dips down between my legs. My body is on fire.
“Well, thanks. I like them too.”
“Mmmm… Em, you smell divine.” He nuzzles his nose against my neck, inhaling my scent again.
“It’s just soap and body spray, the same body spray I’ve worn for ten years. What is wrong with you tonight, Stacy?” I wiggle in his arms. He’s got a hold around my belly. “And what did you do with my best friend? Oh please don’t tell me you
haven’t had sex in a while and that’s why you’re acting all weird.” I exhale loudly.
He abruptly let’s go and pulls away. I turn to face him and he looks terribly hurt. Man, I feel like an ass.
“I was just showing my best friend some affection. Do I repulse you that much?” he asks, his voice is nearly shrill.
“No.” I reach out and snatch his hand up into mine, folding our fingers together. “You’re just not usually that loving to me. That’s the only reason why I asked.” I shrug, feeling even worse.
“Hey hot stuff, looking good,” D says, walking past me. I try to ignore him but he slaps me hard on the ass. I yip at the contact and Stacy glares at him. Out of all the band mates, I seriously dislike Deacon the most. He’s a pompous dickhead. I thought Johnathan was bad but D is ten times worse. At least Johnathan doesn’t try to force women into submission, at least I don’t think he does.
“Dammit D I told you to leave her alone,” I hear Johnathan yell on stage. My back is to them. I’m trying to focus my attention of my best friend who’s feelings I’ve obviously hurt.
“Whatever… Dude. It’s not like I’m trying to fuck her. Well, maybe by the end of the tour I will. She’s hot and spicy. Just how I like em,” D says.
I hear a loud growl like a dog come out of someone’s throat. It’s not Stacy’s so I have no idea whose it is.
I can’t help but roll my eyes at D. And not say a word. The band is setting up on stage and the last thing I need is an all-out brawl with me and D in front of thirty thousand screaming fans. Although I think I could take him. A good kick in the balls would probably do him some good. Take him out of commission a day or two.
I shake my head back and forth to clear my head. I can hear the guitars start behind me and D starts in on the drums. It’s so loud with thousands of screaming fans.
“Now what was I saying? Oh yeah. Stace, I love you. You’re my best friend. Like seriously. Hands down the best friend I ever had. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
He smiles a megawatt smile at me. His blond hair is like a sexy mop on top of his head. He leans over and WOAH! What the hell! Plants a big kiss right on my lips. My skin sparks at his touch. Letting go of my hand, he aggressively pulls me into his arms and attempts to push his tongue between my taught lips. Trying to coax them open. I’m breathing heavily. Oh my god! I cannot believe this is happening. What the fuck is this man thinking? I try to pull away from him but he keeps trying to invade my mouth. Man, he is not smooth at all. I can’t speak, his lips are trapped against mine. I hear a fierce growl echo in the stadium. I try to turn around to see Johnathan because I know he has to be the one who’s making that sound; he’s the only man with a mic. But Stacy has me in this less than sexy lip lock. I shove my hands against his stomach hard to make him release me and he does.
Bending over I put my hands on my knees to catch my breath. I turn my head and see Johnathan staring right at us. I wave him off. Mouthing ‘I’m fine.’ He growls again into the microphone and shoots the hardest angriest stare at Stacy that I have ever seen. It’s seriously scary. Letting go of the mic he stalks towards us. Oh no!
“What the fuck are you doing, Johnathan?!” D yells.
I lock eyes with him on his way over to me. Standing up I point over to the microphone and then to the fans. ‘Go,’ I mouth because I know he can’t hear me over the roar of the anxious and not patient, I might add, crowd. He frowns deeply with clinched fists at his sides his knuckles are seriously white and he glares at Stacy again. He’s pissed. Not a little pissed but raging. I have no idea why. I didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe he saw Stacy forcing me to kiss him. I haven’t a damn clue. But he stalks rather angrily back over to the mic and glances back at me for reassurance I nod and he starts singing.
“What the fuck was that?” I yell when I turn to Stacy.
“I’m so so sorry Em,” he apologizes, kneeling on the ground. I can see the pain on his face when he looks up at me. I rejected him. I sure as hell did! He’s hot, but Jesus, he’s my best friend and I don’t kiss men. I don’t date them. I sure as hell don’t make out with them on the stage of a rock concert.
“What were you thinking?” I tap my toe on the ground. I am so damn fidgety.
“I don’t know.” He shakes his head back and forth.
“Yes. You. Do. Now out with it!” I screech forming my mouth into a thin line. Getting more pissed off as each second passes. Thank god the band is playing or this would be a total sideshow act.
“You’re so beautiful. I dunno what came over me,” he pleads.
“We’ve been friends for over ten years. Ten years! Stacy. And not once have you tried to kiss me or have sex with me.”
“I know. But I’ve thought about it.” He sounds so shameful when he speaks. It feels like my heart is breaking for him.
“Why?” I tap my foot again.
“Because I love you. You’re my best friend. Trust me it’s hard having a best friend who looks like you and not make a move.” He gestures to my body.
“You like leggy blondes! Or did you just forget that?! I’m a short redhead. Hello!” I tug on my hair for effect. This is just ridiculous. This man hasn’t had sex in a while. This has to be it because if not I need to take him to the damn looney bin and have his ass locked up.
“No I don’t.” His eyebrow quirks up.
“Oh really? Is that why nearly every single woman you date is a tall blonde? Both of your wives were tall blondes with rockin’ bods. You’ve never been with a redhead and you sure as hell haven’t been with anyone shorter than five-five.” I put my hand on my hip. This is just stupid! What the fuck!
“Yes. I know what I’ve fucked,” he says slowly and stands up. “But I don’t prefer leggy blondes. As you call them.” He eyes me up and down and back again.
“Then why is the entirety of your sexual experiences with them? It’s a pattern, Stace. You like them. They are hot and you want to fuck them. End of story. Game over. No big deal. Move on.” I throw my hands in the air and walk off the stage.
“Wait!” he grabs my arm and spins me around.
“What?!” I snap. I am so over this!
“Okay. I’ll tell you but you’re not going to like it.” He frowns. His lips are so pouty I could reach up and bite it if I wanted. But I won’t.
“Like what? You think I’ve liked any part of the past two days? Not! So adding a little shit to the pile isn’t going to make that much of a difference.” I am so angry and horny, this is so damn stupid. I seriously should have made myself come in the bathroom back at the hotel because angry and turned on do not mix well.
“I only sleep with blondes because they are the furthest from your hair color.” He runs his hand through the side of my hair. Man that feels nice. Oh stop it! No it doesn’t! Fucking horny bitch! I’m going to have go to the ladies room and take care of my sex drive once and for all. I wish they had a pill for this kind of stuff. No-More-Horny for women. That would be a magic pill. I need one right now.
My mouth drops open and my nose crinkles up in confusion. “What?”
“If I have sex with a redhead I know I’ll be thinking about you when I do. It’s bad enough I’ve spent the past ten years trying not to masturbate to your face in my head, which is difficult. And for the leggy part, I try to fuck women who look the opposite of you. If I don’t I know this whole friendship thing can’t work,” he says gesturing with his finger between us.
I place my hand on my hip and cock my head to the side. I am so not understanding a damn word this man is saying. It’s like he’s speaking a fucking foreign language—and in the worst place possible, I might add.
“Huh? I’m so confused. Come again?” I cup my free hand behind my ear, bending forward slightly tilting my head in his direction.
“Me—” he points to his chest. “—have wanted you.” He points to me. “For ten years.”
Oh great now I have Neanderthal speaking to me.
Yep I think my heart jus
t fell out of my chest and is rolling around somewhere backstage. This is not right. No! No! No! I can’t be that damn stupid to NOT know that my best friend has wanted me for, what? Ten years? Oh yep time to lock him up and throw away the key.
“Are you insane?” I ask and I’m completely serious. No joke.
“I might be for not telling you. But it’s all true.”
I shake my head. “No. That’s not possibly true.”
“It can be and it is,” he corrects. His voice is sweet and sensual. Oh god, here comes the damn butterflies again and this time they are pooling in my pussy. I so have to excuse myself to the ladies room before I fuck anything that walks. Except Stacy. That is so not happening! EVER!
“I’m sorry Stacy, but I can’t believe that,” I say nicely. I try to be as gentle as I can. I can’t break this poor man’s heart if he is being truthful. Which, to be honest, I don’t think he is. He’s fucked a lot of women. And I mean a whole hell of a lot and he’s been married twice. Both times to hot blondes, one that was a model and one that could have been.
“You don’t have to Em, I don’t expect you to want me. Like I’ve wanted you for so long. It’s not going to change our friendship. I promise. If you don’t want us—” He motions his hand between us again. “—to be together in the way that I do, I’ll tuck all my feelings back in and we can go back to the way things were.”
I shake my head. “If what you are saying is true Stacy, I can’t fuck you. I don’t want that with you. You know me well enough to know I can’t fuck around. I’m not built that way. You are. Johnathan, D and the band are.” I nod toward the stage. “But I can’t and you know why. It’s not just about Chris and you know that.”
“I don’t want to fuck you, I want to be with you.” He says and he seriously sounds desperate. I’ve never heard desperation come out of this man’s mouth even once in my entire life.
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