by K. T Fisher
My body was so sore that even the slightest of movements would hurt me. He took care of me the whole day, tending to my every need. Except one.
Now I’m lying on the bed, burning inside. I want to be able to touch him and I want to please him. Even in the state that I am in, I want to have him make me scream. I want to bring him pleasure. God I am so horny! After all, that is why I left the show early. I wanted him so badly as I watched him get ready for the show. I was in desperate need to have him inside of me, only for it to be taken away from me by my three attackers.
So now, as I watch Cole again as he gets ready, shirtless in only his black jeans I want him. I can’t though because I’m in way too much pain.
I sigh as he bends over, sliding on his thick leather boots. Hearing me, he looks over his shoulder with a cheeky smile.
“Like what you see?”
I bite on my lip and nod. Cole stands tall, turning to face me and walks slowly to the edge of the bed. He looks me over like I am the hottest woman alive which I don’t understand because I am a hideous sight to see.
“I have something to tell you and you’re probably not going to like it.”
I narrow my eyes. “Spill.”
Cole carefully sits himself down on the edge of the bed, right beside my feet.
“Tonight, while I’m gone, a bodyguard will be here with you.”
My eyes widen. “But Cole!”
He holds up his hand, shutting me up. “No buts, he will be here soon and I’ll introduce you. I trust him and right now, I can’t leave you alone. Not after what happened last time.”
His eyes follow my bruising and my anger fades. I shouldn’t be angry because he’s only trying to take care of me. He’s worried that’s all.
“Fine, I need to catch up on my work anyway.” I’ve been trying my best to catch up on all the edits I need to do. I’m on schedule, but it could be better. I’m lying to Cole though, I wouldn’t be able to work right now. Not like this, my laptop would probably hurt me and I don’t even think I would be able to type! That’s how bad my pain is.
“Good girl.” Cole replies.
A naughty grin takes over his face, ever so softly he carefully spreads my legs. Looking to my face to see if he’s hurting me, he is but I won’t let him see.
Just as he’s settled in between my legs, he looks up at me. I’m only wearing a dress because it was easy to get into and isn’t too tight on my injuries. I know he can see that I haven’t got any underwear on; I’m completely bare for him to see. At that, my muscles clamp and I feel myself become wet with my arousal. Cole’s eyes are dark with lust and are staring right at me.
“Before I leave you, I’m gonna make you feel real good. I want you to be thinking about me the whole time I’m away.”
He leans down and with just one swipe of his tongue I gasp loudly into the room. My back arches and I don’t even register the pain.
“You taste so good baby.”
Cole dives back in, licking me to my core. I moan and whimper and he digs right in. I manage to grind a little against his face but what I really want to do is grab hold of his hair and shove his face right in, then shove him down and ride him as hard as I possibly can, but I can’t.
Instead I enjoy what Cole is giving me, I doubt I will ever be able to forget this man. But I don’t complain, I just lie back and let Cole do what he wants.
Chapter Seventeen
Roxie
I’m watching the band and I can’t even fucking enjoy it! Instead, I’m too busy thinking about Lacey and who the fuckers are who did that to her. I’m wound up so tight I fear that the smallest of things will set me off.
I wanted to stay back at the bus with Lacey when Cole told me about the guard, but Mason told me to stay out of it and come to the show. He likes me watching him and to be really honest I love watching him work his stuff on the stage. He’s so fucking sexy it’s unreal. I should be happy, but I’m not.
I lift the bottle to my lips and take a big gulp, big enough to make me cough. Crystal looks over to me and gives me a smile. It’s not a real smile, it’s a fake smile that’s covering up her concern.
“Starting early Roxie?” She pretends to joke.
I hold the bottle up proudly and stumble in my heels a little. “Yep.”
All throughout the show I manage to finish my friendly bottle. When Mason has finished, he proudly makes his way over to me and I wrap my arms around him.
“Hi baby.”
Mason notices my slur and frowns.
“Have you been drinking again?”
I laugh and try to hide the empty bottle behind my back but he notices it and snatches it away anyway.
“Rox, I told you to stop this, it’s getting out of hand!”
I laugh a little more and wave away his concern.
“Don’t be silly.”
Mason gives the bottle to a roadie who scurries away and gives me a pointed look. Like I’m bothered, it’s empty anyway.
We start to walk out of the venue and make our way over to the bus, when a group of girls stand in our way. There’s three of them and I immediately don’t like them. The one in the middle, gorgeous and blonde with huge knockers, only has eyes for Cole.
“Hey sexy.” She purrs and I want to gag.
Cole heavily sighs and takes a step back. “What the fuck are you doing here Shelly?”
The two other girls behind her exchange glances and the one I now know as Shelly big tits giggles and bites on her bright red lips.
“Oh Cole, you know I love to watch you.”
As she starts to flirt with Cole and he pries her off looking as pissed as I feel, one of her little friends tries to get friendly with Mason. I watch her as she steps closer and links her arm through his. I gawk at her as she trails her fingers up his exposed arm. What the fuck! He’s not even moving her! Mason does look annoyed and a little bored granted, but he’s letting her touch him!
Crystal curses loudly and storms out, Booker and Tate quickly follow. Probably not wanting her to be alone after what happened to Lacey. That means I’m left with the Mase brothers as they pry away Shelly and her besties.
“Fuck this shit, I’m out.”
I start to walk out and feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see its Mason. Oh, so he’s finally left Miss Touchy Feely then?
I move out of his reach and he frowns. “What’s wrong with you?”
I laugh at him. “Really? You’re going to ask me that? Sorry, but I didn’t want to stand here while you get along with your new friend.”
I point over to her and she has the nerve to actually wave at me! I go forward to charge towards her but Mason holds me back.
“What the hell!”
“You’re drunk!”
I struggle in his hold but it’s no use, he has a tight grip on me. Cole manages to get loose of big tits and we all split. Cole is eager to get back to Lace and I just want to get back to the bus because I know there’s a bottle under the sink and it has my name on it.
As we reach the bus, Mason releases me from his grip nodding to Cole to go ahead and go inside. I sigh, crossing my arms and waiting for his lecture to begin. He doesn’t though, he just stands and stares at me, leaving me feeling awkward. I shift on my feet until I can’t take any more.
“What is you that you wanna talk about?”
He looks me up and down. “I think you have a problem”
I scoff. “Damn straight! You were acting all cozy with her in there! What the fuck was that about?”
Mason frowns. “She’s just an old friend.”
My eyebrows rise. He knows this bitch?
“An old friend? Yeah fucking right.”
“Nicole and I were never like that.”
“Oh it’s Nicole now?”
Mason rubs his forehead and sighs. “Look, this isn’t what I wanted to talk about.” He takes a deep breath and continues. “I think you have a drinking problem.”
I laugh and Mason walks towards me,
stopping right in front of me. “I’m serious Rox, you’re drinking every day. I don’t know what the matter is with you, but you can tell me. Please?”
I look into his gorgeous green eyes. Why can’t I just love him? Why do I have to have feelings for my best friend? What the fuck is happening?”
“I can’t.” I whisper.
And because I’m acting like a bitch I add something after. “Maybe you should just go fuck Nicole, she would like that.”
I walk away, leaving him shouting my name behind me. I wave him away, I need some space. Preferably a bar to drown my sorrows in.
Chapter Eighteen
Mason
“Roxie!!”
I keep shouting at her as she walks away. After what happened to Lacey I don’t want her alone, but maybe that’s what she needs right now. Something is troubling her but I haven’t got a fucking clue. I wish I could help her, I fucking love that girl. She’s stubborn and has no filter, but I love her for it. Since she came on this tour though, she’s changed and I don’t know why. At first I didn’t think she felt the same way about me, but our night together in the hotel confirmed to me that she did. She cried when I told her my fears of her not loving me back. She told me everything I wanted to hear and more and all throughout that night we made love, that’s why we were so late getting back to the bus.
I’m scared for her though. I’ve noticed she has a drink every day and most of the time she has one by her side. At first I just thought she was getting into the party mood but now, not so much.
I watch as Roxie disappears from my sight and stay in the silent darkness for a while. Breathing in the calming air, I need to figure out a way to get the Roxie I first met back into my life.
Roxie
Walking arm in arm, I leave the little bar I found with my new found friend. She’s a nice girl, about my age. Her name is Lola and she has long red hair, as bright as fire and the brightest green eyes that reminded me of Mason. I guess that’s why I was glued to her all night and we just sort of clicked. However, Lola is not drunk. She told me she doesn’t like to drink which I thought was hilarious!
Now though, she thinks I’ve had a little too much so she is walking me back to where I told her where the tour bus is. Lola thinks I shouldn’t be with a rock band. She also thinks I should tell Lacey my true feelings and tell Mason the truth about everything, including Joe. At this I laughed again and told her she was the funniest woman I have ever met. I can’t tell them any of this! Everyone would leave me for sure and I don’t want to be alone.
Lola is one crazy chick!
I see the tour bus in the distance and let her know I’m good from here.
“You sure you will be ok?” She asks me.
I give her a hug. “I’ll be perfect.”
I wave her off and stagger my way over the gravelled path towards the bus. I fall a couple of times and decide to give up. How the fuck can a girl walk over gravel in heels after she’s had a few drinks?
I snatch my shoes off and walk the rest of the way barefoot. It’s a little uncomfortable but nothing I can’t handle. I manage to reach the bus without killing myself, but as I’m about to reach for the door handle I get a sense on being watched. Sure enough, when I turn around I catch sight of movement in the darkness. I take a step away from the bus and squint into the open space, trying to see what’s out there. I don’t have to wait for long though.
“Been naughty again rocky?”
I cringe at the nickname he has given me and turn my back.
“I wouldn’t turn your back on me if I was you.”
My spine stiffens and I slowly turn around to face him. He’s come out of the shadows now so I can see him clearly. The dark night suits him, suits his personality. Sleeping with him was the biggest mistake of my life.
“What do you want Joe?”
He laughs that horrid laugh as he walks towards me, looking like the devil himself. My drunken state seems to only take in the fact that he’s good looking, completely covered in tattoos and we’re alone. My stupid drunken libido also remembers how well he knows how to pleasure me. That’s the only good quality about him, he gives good sex. Amazing sex actually.
“You. I always want you Rocky.”
“Don’t call me that.” I snap.
He stops right in front of me and strokes a stray strand of hair out of my face.
“But it’s the name I gave you.”
My thoughts exactly. Suddenly he steps closer and picks me up. My reaction is delayed due to the fact that I am drunk. So fucking drunk! Joe settles me back down, we’re around the back of the bus now. Totally alone and out of sight. My traitorous body warms to him, but I won’t show him. I love Mason, I feel bad enough for doing it once. I won’t do it again.
Joe’s deep blue eyes bare into mine, then he rubs his dark stubble along my jaw, breathing me in. “Let me have you again Rocky, I need to have you again.”
I swallow deep and hard, forcing the tremble away. Joe is a sexy guy and a bad boy, every girl’s weakness, but I don’t want him. I want Mason, the man who loves me back and who cares for me. Not this guy, who only wants to get his dick wet and enjoys torturing me.
I push him away so he takes a much needed step back. “No, I won’t.”
He laughs at me. “Because of precious Mason? Please, I saw him and Nicole before. He doesn’t deserve you Rocky, I do. You were born to be mine and look.” He pulls out a large bottle from his leather jacket and hands it out to me. “I brought you a present. See? I know my girl well.”
My throat waters at the thought of drinking and I reach out to grab it but Joe holds it out of my reach. “But first, I want something from you.”
His eyes take me in. All of me and I feel cheap. I let my arm drop and look down at the floor at my dirty bare feet. “No.”
All too quickly Joe grabs me by the throat and pushes me against the back wall. My feet lift so that only my toes touch the floor.
“Listen good to me now Rocky, you will give me what I want otherwise I will go knock on that door and let perfect fucking Mason know just what his Roxie has been up to.”
My eyes widen and he smirks at me. “Wouldn’t want me to do that now would you?”
I shake my head no and he settles me back down. As I’m catching my breath, clutching at my throat, Joe watches with a satisfied look. “Right, let’s get to it then. Boyfriend will be looking for you soon.”
I watch as he takes off his jacket, slings it on the floor and waits for me to undress. I shake my head and he stops me with his hands. “Don’t worry baby, all you have to do it take off your pants and be prepared for me.”
He steps back and watches me as I numbly take down my thong. They’re lace and one of my favorite pairs, but not after tonight they won’t be. I hear the zip of Joe jeans and he reveals himself and out of the corner of my eye I make sure he covers himself. Joe saunters over to me and holds me by the hips, looking me in the eye as he places his hand over my mound from under my dress. I look away, too ashamed but Joe uses his finger to make me look back at him.
“Watch me.” He orders and I do. The whole time he has his way with me, I stare into his blue eyes. I am numb and I am not here at all. His blue eyes take me someplace else. Staring out onto the ocean from the beach back home where Lacey and I are having our usual fun, acting like complete dorks. This memory get me through it and I don’t return until Joe pulls out of me and kisses my lips.
“You are something special Rocky.”
He chucks the used condom over the fence behind me and fixes back his jeans. I stare at my thong on the floor, not wanting to put it back on but he makes me. It stings a little as I do and when I’ve finished he hands me the bottle with a smug ugly look.
“A promise is a promise baby.”
After that he goes, leaving me a complete and utter mess, I begin to shake and it’s not even cold but I can’t stop. When Joe is out of my sight, I quickly undo the top and pour the cold liquid down my throat. It doesn�
��t ease my pain at all, only makes it worse and I fall to the floor. Crumbling apart, still taking sips from the bottle. My prize for tonight.
The darkness around me disappears as my tears blur my vision.
Chapter Nineteen
Booker
“Why don’t you just come back to my place?” The girl whines.
She’s asked this about fifty times since we left the club. I had a huge fucking fight with Crystal after the show. I wanted to take her out, but the girl fucking blew it up in my face and said no! What have I gotta fucking do to convince her I want to be with her. Probably not showing up back at the bus with this chick, but my dicks been hard since Crystal walked on the bus. I’m going to explode if I don’t get any pussy soon!