Gasoline

by Bella Jeanisse

  He bit his lip for a few seconds. “So you’re saying maybe one day, it’ll turn into more?”

  “Maybe… When we’re both ready.”

  Banging on the door startled Dominic. He reluctantly got up and checked. It was Jon and two women. He quickly opened the door. “Guess you want the bedroom.”

  Jon came on board, the women trailing him. “Why? You using it?”

  “I guess not.”

  With a grin, Jon promised, “I won’t be too long.”

  Dominic waited until the bedroom door closed. “Maybe we should just take a walk.”

  He was more than disappointed that she only wanted sex from him. It’s not that he was unwilling to provide it. He just wanted so much more with her. Their connection was so deep. How could she not see it?

  Noelle stood, but didn’t reply. She followed him. The heartache written all over his face. She just couldn’t see how they could be a couple at that point. Although, that was exactly what she wanted. The strain of long separations was not the makings of a good relationship.

  He led her through the back door, holding it open for her. After thanking him, she tried to take his hand, but he shrugged her off. Did I hurt him that much? Watching the floor go by, guilt filled her heart. That was never her intention. She was surprised when he hurried past all the dressing rooms.

  Dominic wanted to get away from everyone. The only place they could almost be alone was in the stands. The seats were empty at that point. Since he had been there so many times, he knew a way to get from backstage to the first section of seats. The sun was a shock, though. He had forgotten it was outdoors.

  “No one’ll interrupt us here.” Dominic sat and waved at the seat next to him.

  The entire way there, he thought over why she wanted nothing more than sex. Now that he looked at her, he finally understood. She was afraid of getting hurt again. Stephen had jaded her that much. He thought about what he put her through and wondered if she had ever trust anyone again.

  Then he looked inward. He had dated over the past 10 years or so, but they were all one-sided relationships. He never let his girlfriends in. They didn’t really know him. Not the real him. Was he ready to give his all for Noelle? He doubted he could. Not yet.

  “How’s the tour going?” he asked.

  She wrung her hands nervously. “It’s fine, but sometimes a bit stressful.” She sighed, thinking of what had been going on between her and Mitchell. “Do you know any female musicians?”

  “Yeah, Crystal from Triple Threat. Why?”

  Hoping he didn’t catch on, she asked, “Do you know if she has issues with… Um, well, her bandmates… uh, taking things the wrong way?”

  “You have no idea.” He rolled his eyes, Chad coming to mind. Then his eyes opened wide. “Wait. Is one of the guys bothering you?” He stood up, adrenaline filling his veins. “Did one of them do something to you?”

  She grabbed his hand before he stalked to the buses. “Dominic, don’t. That’s not why I asked.” She tugged him to sit again. “I just mean… Sometimes he, uh, they… read too much into things.”

  “I can see that happening.” He sat and glanced at her, longing to kiss her. She would balk at that in public. “Crystal has all kinds of problems, and not just with the band.” He had seen Phil hitting on her as well. He put his feet up on the seat in front of him. “Can we talk about us now?”

  Noelle looked at the floor, then turned to him. “We have to take this slow for both our sakes. Both of us have baggage.” She exhaled loudly. “And you obviously have something to work through.” She paused. “I’ll be there to help you if you want, but you need to deal with it. Full disclosure is the only way this will work.”

  Nodding, Dominic agreed with that assessment. “I’ve been trying,” he softly told her.

  “I know.” She touched her hand to his cheek. “That’s good.” Lifting one of his hands, she smiled. “We need to build on that, OK?”

  Suddenly, sound checks came to a stop. Dominic looked up to see crewmembers running back and forth. Obviously, something had gone wrong.

  Soon Tommy stalked onto the stage and shouted, “What the fuck happened?”

  “Power went out on this side,” someone answered him.

  Dominic stood up. “We should go inside.” It was almost time for the doors to open and he didn’t want to be around when fans started to fill the amphitheater.

  They walked backstage. Jon was pacing on his phone. “Where the fuck are you now, Dean? You have a goddamn interview to do!” He ended the call and shoved his phone in his back pocket. “I don’t have fucking time for this shit today.”

  “What’s wrong?” Dominic asked, concerned.

  Jon spun around, startled. He had not heard them coming. “Fucking Dean. What else is new? He bailed on us again.” He growled and took a few deep breaths. “He was doing an interview with Holly from Guitarmania magazine, then he just up and left with a fucking chick. One day, I’m gonna kick his ass outta this fucking band!”

  “I’ll fill in,” Dominic offered. “I do play a bit of guitar.”

  Noelle laughed softly. She loved when he joked. “Why do they want Dean anyway?” Dominic played lead.

  Jon sighed. “If I remember right, it’s an article about lead singers who play guitar as well.” He shrugged. “If you’re willing to save his ass, I’d be grateful. You’re the best, Dom.”

  “Come on.” Dominic grabbed Noelle’s hand and pulled her to their dressing room. They were both surprised at the large group when they walked in. “Um, hi.” Dominic waved.

  A tall brunette woman came forward. “Hello, Mr. Spinelli. I’m Holly from Guitarmania. Is Dean on his way back?”

  Dominic looked around. “I have no idea. You got me for now.” He pulled Noelle close. “You can hang out in the side room there if you want.” He pointed to the right. “Or you can watch.”

  “Your girlfriend?” Holly asked, hoping he would confirm it. Then she recognized the singer from Winter Winds. She had heard Noelle was dating Mitchell from her band. This would be big news.

  Dominic dropped Noelle’s hand. “No. We’re just friends.”

  “I would love to interview you as well.” Holly gave her a bright smile and waved to the couch where the cameras were set up. “How about we get started?”

  Chapter Eighteen

  After Noelle and Dominic had answered a slew of questions about themselves and their bands, Noelle left to change for the concert. Dominic stayed to talk about the upcoming tour and Gasoline’s next album. He was not accustomed to doing interviews alone. Normally, Tommy or Jon was there as well. He fielded the questions as best he could.

  Before he was done, Noelle came in looking as hot as ever. He had no idea how she did it so quickly. She couldn’t have been gone more than 30 minutes. “Wow,” Dominic let slip. His cock was up in an instant. He leaned forward, trying to hide it. The sexy-ass clothes she wore on stage blew him away.

  “Almost done?” Noelle sashayed across the room, drawing the attention of every male in the room. She sat next to Dominic and crossed her legs with a sly grin.

  Then the dressing room door flew open. “I’m here. Happy now?” Dean growled and glared at Dominic as if he’d been in a fight. “This is fucking bullshit,” he mumbled, sick of having to do appearances or pointless interviews. “Let’s get this over with.”

  Dominic got to his feet and blocked Dean’s way. Then he pulled him out of earshot of the magazine crew. “Chill out, dude. Now.” He poked him in the chest. “You need to get it together. This holier-than-thou attitude is getting old. We all bust our asses.”

  “I gotta play twice today,” Dean grumbled. Since Raining Black was playing, he had put in all his piercings, eyebrow, nose, nipples and snakebites in his bottom lip. He had gotten them when starting the band to have a separate persona that blended with the other guys.

  With a scowl, Dominic reminded him, “That was your choice. You offered your band.”

  “Well, w
e need exposure.”

  Dominic rolled his eyes. “And that gives you the right to neglect everything else?”

  “Fine, whatever!” Dean headed for Holly, wearing a fake smile. Then he leered at her, seeing the look in her eyes. “Hey, baby. I’m back. Sorry for getting sidetracked.”

  Holly sat next to him. “Is that girl OK now? Did you get her some help?

  “Sure. I helped her.” Dean winked at Noelle. “I helped her quite a lot.”

  Dominic tapped Noelle’s shoulder. “I got couple of things I need to show you. Come on.” He waited for her to stand, and then walked into a side room. “Maybe you can help me decide which new song to play tonight.” He opened the door and let her in first. Then he shut it.

  Noelle looked around. “Are you going to play them for me?” Then she was startled when he grabbed her by the waist and pressed her into the wall.

  “Now that we’re alone,” Dominic whispered. “Let’s start our new relationship.” He kissed her and ran his hands up her blouse. “God, you feel good.”

  “Dean will walk in,” Noelle protested, seeing no lock on the door. He had already excited her, though.

  He kissed her neck. “He’s busy with the interview. Relax.” Hiking up her skirt, he moaned, “I need you, baby, please.” His fingers wandered under her panties and found her already wet.

  She groaned as he nibbled her ear. Her right leg wrapped around his, and she rubbed his thigh. “Dominic…” His fingers were deep inside of her, stroking her sweet spot. “Dominic, give it to me.” She had become desperately aroused in seconds.

  He quickly unzipped his jeans and freed his aching erection. “I’m gonna explode.”

  While fumbling with the condom he pulled from his pocket, he continued to kiss her throat, jaw, then lips again. When ready, he pulled her panties aside, probed her wetness, then thrust his cock in several inches.

  “Fuck, I missed you.” He pumped slowly, letting her body conform to him, inch by inch.

  Noelle clung to him. Suddenly, his lips covered hers and his gentle thrusts came slightly faster. She ran her hands through his hair and sighed. Pleasure flowed through her. It was always better with him, unexplainable.

  He held her leg up as he gave her several deeper strokes. He wanted to give her all of him, but knew he needed to give her time. When he finally ground his hips against hers, they both moaned. Their kissing deepened, and he felt that spark that she always caused. His eyes closed, and he let it consume him.

  “Only you,” he muttered.

  She gasped. The head of his cock swept over her sweet spot continually. She clung to his shirt, the pleasure building beyond anything she ever felt before. “Dominic!” she cried out.

  His eyes opened wide. Someone definitely heard her. He covered her mouth with his to keep her quiet. Her pussy throbbed around his dick. That felt incredible. He squeezed her ass and ground into her deeply. Sex with her as often as possible would definitely be amazing. His head went back as she pulsated within with orgasm.

  She whimpered into his mouth, unsure if she could stay on her feet. Another wave hit, and her knee gave out. He caught her and lifted her up, trying to hide how much effort he had to put into it. Her back against the wall, he rammed into her harder and harder. Her thighs clamped around his hips and she cried out, muffled by his seeking tongue.

  As he groaned, the emotions flowing through him shocked Dominic. It was normal to feel more than pleasure with Noelle, but that night, it was different. He fucked her even harder, trying to make it all about sex. Instead, her back arched, and he moaned loudly. One more cry, and he was on the verge. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his pelvic muscles.

  Noelle started to rock her hips. It wasn’t easy, but she knew Dominic loved it. The back-to-back gasps from him told her it was working. She had had three orgasms already. It was more than enough for her. She wanted him to feel the same way. She pulled his hair and held his shoulder as she used her legs to move faster.

  His grip faltering, he pressed her into the wall more. “Noelle… Noelle… shit. Sorry, sweetheart…” He held in a cry and leaned on her while he came powerfully. “God, baby…” His breathing erratic and heart pounding, his vision blurred. Never had an orgasm felt like that. “Damn.” He gritted his teeth as his arms threatened to give out.

  She clung to him long after the aftershocks ceased. Her entire body shook. His reaction had touched her emotionally. She had no strength to hold herself up, so she hoped he didn’t set her down.

  “You OK?” Dominic mumbled. He wanted to lie down, but he couldn’t move.

  She breathed deep, trying to recover. Hesitantly, she replied, “Ye-yeah, f-f-fine.”

  “Good.” He held her head to his shoulder with one hand, while still supporting her. “I want you to remember this,” he whispered. “Think about me, and meet me when my set’s over.”

  With a smile, she looked up. He was watching her. “I will as long as you make me feel like this again.”

  “Even better.” He heard music playing, most likely from the stage. Had that been going the whole time? “I think the show started.” He pulled out slowly and groaned, missing feeling her pussy already. After setting her on her feet, he lifted her chin and kissed her lips. “Can’t wait to hear you sing again.” His muscles ached, but it was worth it.

  The door suddenly opened. Dominic rushed to stash the condom.

  Dean poked his head in. “You guys dressed yet?” He laughed and walked in without waiting for an answer. “Damn, I was hoping to catch titties or something.”

  Noelle wanted to fix her panties, but didn’t want Dean to see. “Not gonna happen.”

  “Dean, shut it.” Dominic closed his pants with his back to him. “What do you want?”

  After looking Noelle over several times, Dean replied, “I just wanted to tell you I gotta go. My band goes on next.” He gave Noelle a sly grin. “Sounded like you were going at it a few minutes ago. Good thing Metal Fuckers in Hell is loud.”

  “We weren’t going at it,” Dominic insisted. He turned around and stood beside Noelle. “We were talking.”

  Dean burst out laughing. Then he mimicked Dominic as he thrust his hips in the air, “ ‘Noelle, Noelle, Noelle…’ She must be a good fuck.”

  Noelle saw Dominic’s hand ball into a fist before Dean did. She stepped between them and put her hands on Dominic’s chest. “He’s not worth it.” She stroked his cheek with a finger. “Let it go.”

  Dominic growled, “Fine. Dean, just go. Please.”

  “Sure.” Dean winked. “I can keep a secret.”

  Not sure Dean would, Dominic groaned when he was gone. “If he tells anyone, they probably won’t believe him.” He took a deep breath and pulled Noelle into his arms. “Do you have time to stay for a while?”

  “No.” She frowned. “We go on after Raining Black. I need to make sure we’re all set.”

  He kissed her lips several times. “Then we’ll meet later?”

  “Yes. I’ll be waiting for you when you come off stage.” She met his eyes. “Can’t wait.” She touched his cheek again and gave him one last kiss. “Until later.”

  He watched her leave. That did not feel like just sex. It was so much more. His heart ached for more. To hold her endlessly. To make love to her for hours. To make her part of his life.

  Needing to let it go, he walked back into the main room. Because of the interview, the room was not crowed and loud. A few of the crew were eating. Jon was sleeping on a couch. Tommy had a girl on his lap as he spoke to Sam. With a sigh, he left to take a walk. He needed to clear his head.

  Noelle sat on a couch in the dressing room Winter Winds and Ace of Spades shared. Ace of Spades was not playing until the next day, but they had arrived early. She watched Kevin Adams, their lead guitarist, kiss a groupie on his lap. Her band had already gone over their playlist, and the crew had checked all the instruments. There was nothing for her to do until they went on.

  Mitchell suddenly sat down nex
t to her. She had seen him talking to several young women and expected him to take it further than that with at least one, but he hadn’t.

  “You OK?” Mitchell put a hand over hers. “You’ve been so quiet since you saw him.” He couldn’t meet her eyes, just looked at their hands.

  She glanced up. He seemed nervous or worried. “I’m fine, just thinking.” She had been thinking. Mostly about changing her mind and going for broke with Dominic. “How about you? Not interested in any of these girls?”

  “Not my type. You know who is.” He pulled in his bottom lip for a few seconds. “Sorry. I’m not ready to move on yet.” He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it. “Unless you and Dominic are a thing?”

  She sighed and pulled her hand away. “No. It can’t work. I’ll never see him.”

  “You see me every day.” He chanced a look and found her frowning. “You know I’ll treat you right.” He took a deep breath. “Give me a week. If you don’t grow to love me back…” His mouth dropped. He had not meant to admit that. “I mean… I mean, like me.”

  Noelle groaned silently. He loved me? It was worse than she thought. “Mitch, I can’t.” She didn’t want to hurt him any more than she already had. “I don’t feel that way. I’m sorry.”

  He bowed his head, fighting to reign in his emotions. It always hurt when she told him what he already knew. “Still friends though… Right?” He closed his eyes, not allowing the tears to escape.

  “Yes.” She brushed a lock of hair behind his ear. “I’ll always be your friend.” His pain was so obvious. She put an arm around his back. “Always.”

  Unable to resist, Mitchell turned to her and hugged her tightly. She stiffened at first, then relaxed and held him as well. He never wanted to let her go. His hands slowly moved up and down her back, treasuring the feel of her body beneath them. He drifted back to his memories of kissing her, of her mouth on his cock. As soon as his dick started to grow, he pushed her back.

  “Thanks. I needed that.” He met her eyes. “Can we hang out later? Maybe watch Delirious or Wicked End?”