by Alex Wolf
“Looks that way.” I walked up to the doors and pulled one open. We went inside and looked around.
I breathed out a sigh of relief.
It felt like home.
I strode up to the bar, looking around the half-full room as I tugged the beanie down a bit lower. I took a seat, and Jake joined me after ordering a round of beers. My eyes roamed to the TVs scattered around the bar, catching some highlights from the hockey game earlier. When I looked at the other end of the bar, there were two women sitting at a booth. One had blonde hair with bright pink ends that hung down her back. She was pretty, but it was the other one that caught my attention.
A pale redhead with smoky eye makeup and a dark lipstick. She looked away when our eyes met. Maybe she was shy, but fuck, she was hot. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
I caught myself leaning toward her before straightening up. I didn’t know what it was about her. Maybe it was because she was different. She didn’t look like the typical groupies that hung around the band and would suck dick for a selfie.
I looked away so I wouldn’t stare, but my cock strained against my zipper. My eyes rolled back over to her. It was impossible to look away.
She glanced up and blushed when I caught her. Whispering to her friend, they both looked over with nervous smiles and Jake let out a groan.
“What was that about not being recognized?” He shook his head.
I shrugged. “It’s two girls, not a fucking gaggle of clingers.”
“The ginger’s hot.”
My face tensed, and I ground my teeth. “Try again.”
Jake sipped his beer. “Staking a claim?”
I turned to him slowly. “Yeah.”
He snickered. “Of course you are.”
“Let’s send them a drink.” I waved the bartender over.
He leaned toward us, and I asked him to take the girls two of whatever they were drinking. I slid a twenty over.
He got to work and delivered the drinks, then nodded at me as he went to help another customer.
The girls smiled and held up their glasses in thanks as I stared the redhead down for a moment. I was a bit surprised.
She hadn’t walked over and thrown herself into my lap like most girls did.
Good. A challenge for once.
Finally, after several exchanged looks, I had to break the seal and headed to the bathroom. When I walked out, I wasn’t paying attention and crashed into someone. We both stumbled and landed against my wall.
“Jesus, what the fuck.” I pushed myself away and looked down to see the redhead, flushed pink and gripping my arms. “Oh.”
“You don’t have to be an asshole.”
I backed up a step and reached for her forearm. “Sorry. You okay?”
She yanked it away and scoffed. “Fine. Thanks for the drink.”
She started to walk away but I grabbed her by the arm and spun her back to me. “I said I was sorry.”
Her eyes were deep green and big as she stared back at me. I didn’t want to move. Just breathed her in.
She stared down at my hand then back up at me. “I need to go. Nice show.” She started away from me.
“You a fan?”
“My friend took me. Hadn’t heard of you before.” She looked into my eyes and then at my lips.
Sassy. I liked that. She had some fight in her. I considered kissing her. Just to see what she’d do. I smirked. It was going to be fun fucking with her. She was shy and snarky, but something told me she had a wild side.
The quiet ones always do.
The one thing that intrigued me about her—she didn’t fawn all over me.
“Have another drink with me.” I nodded toward a booth.
Her eyes widened then she shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
Really? Interesting.
I backed away from her slowly. “I get that you’re afraid of having fun, Red. Probably have some studying to do anyway.”
Her face tightened. “Don’t call me that.”
Struck a nerve there. Better keep it up.
She looked around like she was searching for someone to rescue her. Probably so she could run back to the library. She seemed the type. Studious and responsible; the kind that shouldn’t have anything to do with a guy like me. But, I was her fantasy. She was into me and didn’t like that she was.
She was a Rubik’s Cube, and I decided right then that I was going to fuck her tonight.
“It’s just a drink.” I leaned down to her ear. “It’s not like I’m going to fuck you on the table.”
Her heartbeat sped up on her neck and a slight gasp parted her lips. “One drink. Only because my friend will kill me if I say no.” She glared up at me. “Nothing will happen, though.”
I winked the most sarcastic wink in history. “Sure it won’t.”
I gestured for Jake to join me as I walked to the booth. Her friend practically tripped over her feet running over to meet us.
I slid in next to the redhead and her attitude.
Jake took a seat by the blonde.
It was going to be too easy. The blonde was practically jizzing her pants looking at Jake. She was the key. It’d happen in three simple steps: I talk Blondie into something, she gives Red shit about it, I’m balls-deep in Red.
That was the key to my evening being a success.
We introduced ourselves to them and the blonde informed us that they knew who we were before giving us their names. The blonde was Valerie and the snarky one next to me was Bristol. They were roommates and local college students, both graduating in a few months.
I pressed my leg against Bristol as we chatted. She moved away every time I did it.
Jake and Valerie flirted back and forth.
They seemed occupied, and I slipped an arm around Bristol’s shoulders as I smiled down at her.
She glared straight ahead but didn’t move my arm.
I breathed in some kind of cherries every time I leaned toward her. I wondered if her sweet little pussy tasted the way she smelled. She couldn’t get rid of me now if she tried.
“What song did you like best?”
She let out an irritated sigh.
It was a test. Most fans would tell me that they liked the latest hit, or they’d make up some bullshit because they didn’t even know the songs. Maybe she’d be different.
“There was one about a friend that you had to say goodbye to. That one. You actually looked like you felt something when you sang it.”
I raised an eyebrow. She became more attractive every second. Most people didn’t like that song, but it was my favorite too.
I looked away, still surprised by her choice. “Wrote it when a friend died a few years ago. It was brutal.”
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to bring up old wounds.” Bristol was a girl that actually looked like she meant things when she said them. It was an endearing quality.
Most people wanted something from me. She seemed to want nothing to do with me after the hallway incident.
“It’s okay.” I changed the subject and traced a finger slowly over her shoulder. “What are you studying?”
She shrugged my hand away. “Elementary education.”
“You have to study for that?”
“Jesus, you’re an asshole.”
I laughed. It was so easy pressing her buttons. “What? It’s a legit question. How hard can it be to break a graham cracker in half?”
She didn’t respond.
Good for her.
She looked across the table and blushed as my gaze followed hers. Jake and Valerie were full-on making out at the table.
“I need to go.” She slid up against me and I didn’t budge.
Just sat there and smiled my ass off.
This was the moment where I would shine. “Well, if you have to go. We better get going too. Come on, Jake.”
Valerie’s head popped out from the tangle of bodies across from us. Just as I’d planned.
“You can’t go, Bri.
We’re having fun tonight, remember?”
Bristol glared at me. I shrugged like what can you do?
She fell back in her seat and stared daggers at the two of them.
I leaned down in her ear. “You could at least pretend to enjoy being here, Red.”
Her eyes shot to mine. “I just thought you’d be different. The way you sang tonight doesn’t match the dickface I’m talking to.”
I slid a hand down her thigh. “I think you like it.”
She moved my hand. I let her.
“I think you’re full of shit.”
“I think you’re afraid to have a little fun. Let me tell you something, Red. I’m going to be completely honest.”
“What’s that?”
I leaned over in her ear and whispered, “I think your pussy’s wet right now. I think you like the way I’m talking to you. And even if you leave, you’re going to touch yourself tonight and imagine it’s me.”
She bit her lip and shook her head back and forth. “You’re so fucking cocky. You take it to a whole new level.”
“You didn’t say I was wrong.”
She sat there in silence, heart racing, breaths growing shallow.
“You should at least treat yourself to the real thing. Have some fun for once.” I ran my hand over hers on the table and whispered, “My cock is so much better than these fingers.”
“Shit.” Her eyes were closed when she breathed out her response. They widened at once and she looked at me like she wasn’t sure if she’d heard herself say it or not.
“I need to go.”
I shrugged and moved from the booth, inviting her to leave.
She stood up, defiant, hot as fuck. Maybe I pushed too hard, but I didn’t care. Getting my dick wet was never an issue.
She stood there and stared at me, then over at her friends making out, then back at me.
I shrugged and glanced down at my cock then back up at her. “Last chance?”
“Thanks for the drink. I think I’m just gonna go home.”
“No.” Valerie poked her head out again. “And you can’t walk home by yourself. It’s dark.”
I grinned. “No worries. I’ll walk her home.”
Jake raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Not gonna happen.” Bristol brushed her palms down her skirt.
I wrapped an arm around her. “It’s late. There could be ruffians about. I insist.”
She grinned at the word ruffians, almost smiled, then scowled again.
I felt a thrill rush through me, because she hadn’t stormed out yet. I’d never have spoken to her that way if I didn’t think she was into it. She definitely was.
Her eyes darted around, before landing on me. I told her with my gaze I wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“Ugh, fine.”
“Yay!” Valerie went right back to making out with Jake.
Too easy.
He looked over at me with a curious smile and nodded.
I held out my arm for Bristol to take. “Shall we?”
She scoffed and walked right through my shoulder on the way to the door.
I’d win her over. No problem.
This was going to be awesome.
Bristol
A million thoughts rushed through my mind.
Jesus, was I really leaving the bar with the singer of Nine Muses?
He was an asshole. He wasn’t before, when he was looking at me, and when he was on stage. Why the sudden change? Was it because I ran into him? I guess we did start off on the wrong foot in the hallway.
My God, the things he said to me under his breath, though. The worst part was, he was right. The things he whispered in my ear had my clit pulsing between my legs. I had to fight to keep from squirming in the booth. He wanted to have sex with me. Openly, and very brazenly admitted it.
I could have him if I wanted. The opportunity was right there. I never did anything like that.
“Sure you don’t want to go to my place?”
Fuck, that smile. Stop smiling at me!
He knew he was hot, and he knew he was on the verge of being famous.
I hesitated. That was my first mistake.
He laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“You trying to act uninterested.”
“It’s not an act.”
He shook his head and smirked. “Sure it isn’t.”
Ugh.
Every time I was about to give in, he would say something that’d make my blood boil. I didn’t need a man to make me feel good. Especially a hot, ripped, bad-boy rockstar to do it. I could take care of it myself.
He turned, and the streetlight highlighted the contours of his face. I wanted to melt into him. The way he was on the stage—that’s how he looked right now. Vulnerable, unpredictable. Why couldn’t he just be that way all the time?
He laughed again.
I sighed. “What is it now?”
“You haven’t said no yet.”
I looked away, and heat rushed into my face again.
He grabbed me by the hand.
My head whipped back, and our eyes met.
“You’ll never forget it.” He hit me with that smoldering stare.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. My chest rose and fell with each huge breath. I nodded.
What the hell was I thinking?
Fuck it. I was allowed to have one night with a broody, bad-boy rockstar. It was every girl’s dream, anyway. That one mistake. And I wanted it. I wanted him. No matter how hard I fought it.
“Can I take off these heels as soon as we get there?”
“No.” He looked me up and down. “I’ll take everything off you.”
Holy shit.
Despite his assholish behavior, I couldn’t help but notice he walked along the curb and kept me away from the street. Any time we walked up on anyone else, he put himself right between me and them. Maybe he was just taught to be a gentleman that way and it was second nature. It sure seemed like he was guarding what was his, though. Like he was territorial.
His jaw would tick any time someone so much as glanced at me. There had to be more to Gage than just the rockstar side. His songs were deep if you listened close enough. They had meaning. They were poetry, art—metaphors for life. There was genius in his words, and something told me people didn’t appreciate it. Didn’t listen to what was under the surface.
I could imagine that eating away at an artist. Putting that kind of detail in your work, just to have people skim the top and sing along, fawning all over you.
My stomach twisted in knots with every step. I didn’t know what to expect. Adventurous sex was foreign grounds to me. We came to a stop at an intersection and he looked down at me.
That’s how it was with him. He would act all cocky, rude even. But there were moments here or there, where he just looked beautiful and tortured.
I always thought it was a bunch of bullshit in the romance books I read. They were just catering to my fantasies, but he was real. This was happening. And it felt like the plot of a great book—tension, angst, building and building.
“See something you like?” His voice was low and rough, and I fought the urge to shiver.
I looked away and grinned. “Maybe.”
Hands.
On my arms.
Spinning.
I whipped my head up to his.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
I started to respond and he pulled me into him.
Our lips crashed together, and it was like years of frustration flowed out of my body. He swallowed everything I gave him.
His tongue was rough and forceful as the skyscrapers loomed overhead, and the whole world seemed to spin. Even the kiss was like they say in the books. Electric. It pulsed through my body and landed right between my legs.
I arched into him and he pulled me tighter to his chest. He licked and explored my mouth, taking whatever he wanted, but seemingly soft about it at the same time.
Graceful.
Rough and graceful.
The perfect juxtaposition.
That’s how I would’ve described it.
I opened my eyes before him and saw the green from the streetlight illuminated on his face. He didn’t give a shit. Just held me there.
Green didn’t mean go for him, and red didn’t mean stop. He marched to his own drum and nobody told him what to do.
I both admired and hated it about him.
He sucked down my neck as people walked by staring at our public display of affection.
I could barely breathe. Fuck, he licked to that spot halfway between my ear and collarbone and bit down.
I yelped. “People are watching.” I didn’t realize how out of breath I really was until my words came out on a gasp.
“I don’t give a fuck.” He growled the words in my ear, and they rumbled through my limbs.
Jesus, he was going to make me come just speaking that way.
I’d never had anyone want me the way he did, let alone in the middle of downtown for all the world to see.
“I want inside you. Now.” He gripped me by the hand.
He stopped and held an arm in front of me, looking both ways to make sure the street was clear. Then he grabbed my hand and practically forced me to walk at his pace.
My heart came alive, knowing each step brought me closer to his bed.
I kept walking next to him as he scanned the streets ahead of us. I stared up at the modern apartment building in awe as he led me through the large glass door, quietly greeting the door man. We trekked across the lobby to an elevator and I gazed around at the marble floors and cream walls before stepping inside.
I entered first and turned to face him, getting lost in his eyes. Gage charged toward me as the door closed. His eyes were stormy with need and I reached a hand around his neck to pull him down for a kiss. His chest slammed my back into the wall, hard enough to shake the whole elevator. It nearly knocked the breath right out of me.
He slipped one arm around my back to pull me against him, deepening the kiss as I moaned into his mouth. His other hand went into my hair and I thought I might burst into flames.
My hair was my Achilles’ heel, and he smirked against my neck when he watched me react to it.
“You like your hair pulled like a naughty little bitch, don’t you?”