by Monica James
V shoots up and wiggles her finger at me. “Oh no, you don’t. I’m keeping you a secret.”
“What? Why?” I ask, confused, still rifling through my bag.
“Let that jerk suffer a little while longer. Putting you through the shit he has, he’s lucky you’re even here. He really needs to cut the apron strings with Mommy Dearest, and what better way to show him you mean business than by making him sweat it out for a few more hours,” V explains with a menacing look on her pretty face.
Shaking my head at her, I reply with a smile, “You are one devious woman, my friend.”
She shrugs. “It’s one of my many talents. Now, let’s get you ready so you knock his socks off and he comes begging for forgiveness. Preferably on his hands and knees,” she adds with a wink.
“That’s not really necessary.” I giggle.
“Oh yes, it is. Trust me. You’ll thank you me when he has you pressed up against a wall, showing you just how much he missed you.”
I don’t argue with her because I’m hoping she’s right.
“I’m nervous,” I whisper to V as we stand backstage, watching roadies zip around the stage, setting up P.O.E’s gear.
“Why?” she asks, sucking on a bright red lollypop.
“I dunno. What if Jasper doesn’t wanna see me?” I confess.
I’m rethinking V’s plan. Maybe turning up unannounced isn’t such a good idea. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but now standing in the wings, in front of forty thousand people, I realize it’s a freakin’ horrible idea!
What if he sees me and asks security to escort me off stage? What if he sees me and chokes, and I’m the cause of him stuffing up the performance of his career?
“Stop fidgeting. You’re making me dizzy,” V says, pointing her lollypop in the direction of my foot, which is tapping nervously.
I stop with the tapping, but then begin tugging on the silver charm bracelet Jasper gave me for Christmas. I twirl the single charm, which is a bird, around and around. V slaps her hand over mine, stilling me.
“Seriously, stop. It’ll be fine. He’ll be falling all over himself when he sees you, because not only does he worship the ground you walk on, you look freakin’ hot. He’ll be putty in your hands.”
Toying with the hem of my green baby doll dress, I’m glad I went with V’s wardrobe suggestion. It’s a tad short and I better not drop anything, as the person behind me will get VIP access to my ass, but it’s comfy and also kinda sexy. I’ve added my black combat boots with chunky heels, as this is a rock festival, so I figure I better dress the part.
“Thanks, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I give her a big smile because I mean every word of it.
“You’d be a crazy cat lady if it wasn’t for me,” V states seriously, popping her lollypop back into her mouth.
I shrug, because I tend to agree with her.
Looking at my iPhone, it reads 8:12 p.m. and P.O.E. will be on at any moment. Although I’m nervous to see Jasper, as I look out into the crowd of forty thousand people, I can’t wait to see him win over every single person.
The backstage area isn’t awfully large, so when two girls push their way to the front and block my view, I’m about to give them an earful but I zip it when I hear one of them, with gorgeous wavy black hair and violet eyes, speak to her redhead friend animatedly.
“Wait till you get a look at the singer in this band. Holy fuck! There’s no doubt that God is a woman, as no man could create such beauty.”
My voice gets caught in my throat as they are talking about Jasper.
“Oh, is he the guy you were telling me about? The one who does that thing with his tongue?” the redhead asks, motioning a circular action with her finger.
Whoa, what now?
I look at V desperately, while she places her finger over her lips, allowing the girls to finish, before I show them what I can do with my tongue. And fist!
“Yup, the one and only. We were a thing a while back, but I heard he’s gotten all serious with some chick. How boring,” she laughs, flicking her long mane over her shoulder and swatting me in the face with her luscious locks.
Redhead laughs. “Can’t be too serious if she’s not here.”
Blackie nods, and much to my dismay, I can’t help but notice how pretty she is. She’s a typical rock chick. Black short skirt, studded belt, some obscure band t-shirt and boots. Her short nails are painted black and she has silver rings on most of her fingers. Her hair is straightened, and under the bright lights, it gleams because it’s so vibrant and bouncy. I wonder if it’ll look so vibrant if I light it on fire.
But her snide comment snaps me out of my pyromaniac dream.
“Hey, good point.” She readjusts her ample bust, winking. “He could never resist these.”
I feel sick. I literally just gagged on a bit of bile.
V punches her fist against her open palm, gesturing with her head that I should get physical with the black-haired Goddess. I think about her suggestion for about five seconds and shake my head.
V then points to herself and raises both eyebrows, indicating she would be more than happy to do it for me.
However, no one is punching anyone, as the lights dim and the crowd goes wild.
The two in front of me start hooting and hollering for Jasper, and I wish they were standing anywhere but here, as they’re ruining the moment.
I focus my attention on Lucas, as the girls have moved a few feet forward and thankfully given me some breathing room. Lucas gives the cheering arena a big wave and sits behind his glowing blue drum kit, twirling his sticks.
V squeals, latching onto my arm. “I’m so proud of him, Ava.”
I am, too.
And just when I thought the crowd couldn’t get any louder, out stroll Andy and Shooter.
They give one another a silent confirmation that they’re ready to start, and commence on the count of four.
My heart begins to race, because after this short intro, Jasper will walk out onto that stage and own it.
As I peer out into the crowd, it seems like the female patrons are preparing for the arrival of Jasper, as most are applying lip-gloss, fluffing up their hair, and staring up at the stage with dreamy eyes.
The music stops and the stage fades into blackness. The stage is outdoors, and the only light falls from the star-filled sky. The murmurs from the audience can be heard loudly, catching on the night’s cool breeze. I’m about to ask V what’s going on, as I’ve never seen them do this before.
However, before I get a chance to do so, the lights flash back on and the boys continue their rocky tempo. I blow out a relieved breath, as I know this was done to increase the anticipation, to prep the crowd for their Rock God, Jasper White.
As if on cue, out runs Jasper with his blazing red guitar strapped to him. He starts playing animatedly, joining in with the rocky beat.
The arena shakes because thousands of fans are screaming out their love for Jasper. I don’t blame them, because he looks amazing.
He’s dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt, which he’s cut the sleeves off of. I notice a lot of side flesh showing as he bends down, rocking out to the music. I then see he has cut down the side seams, so the only thing that’s keeping the shirt from becoming a smock is the hem.
His lean torso ripples with each movement, and his arms look fierce as he begins strumming the guitar wildly. His tousled hair is styled into a total ‘fuck me’ look, and under these bright lights, his eyes appear penetratingly blue.
He runs his elegant fingers up the length of the microphone stand and all the girls swoon, imaging it’s their body his hands are running over. He then leans down, lets out a growl, and begins singing.
My insides vibrate with how loud it is up here. I know my ears will be ringing for days after, but it’s so worth it.
Thankfully Jasper’s performance is much better than his last, and he seems to be in better spirits. I begin to think about my journey and how I got he
re. As I look around in awe, not once did I imagine that when I returned to Los Angeles, close to two years ago, would I be standing in the wings, pregnant, and watching my incredibly hot boyfriend win over a crowd of forty thousand.
Each song just gets better and better, and I almost forget the two skanks in front of me. I haven’t been able to catch Jasper’s eye as there are so many people up here. And it’s virtually impossible to peer over them, seeing as I’m so short. The two groupies however, have made their presence quite clear, by pretty much standing on top of the band.
“If she touches any of them, watch me clothesline her ass!” V shouts into my ear.
I give her a thumbs up and she laughs.
They finish up the song and Jasper gives the crowd a big wave. The applause is deafening. He motions with his hands for them to quiet down, which they do.
“Thanks. You guys are amazing,” Jasper says in awe, looking out into the sea of fans.
The crowd cheers again.
“So, what would you guys say if I brought out a special someone to help me sing the next song?” Jasper asks cheekily.
A who what when?
I turn to V, but she looks just as confused as I.
The crowd cheers crazily, so Jasper continues. “I’ll warn you, she bites. And she’s a little crazy, but sometimes a little crazy is not necessarily a bad thing,” he says with a crooked smile.
Who the hell is he talking about?!
Leaning forward, as I’m desperate to know who this ‘special someone’ is, I nearly fall flat on my face when the pretty black-haired skank walks out, sauntering towards Jasper.
I look around frantically. Where’s security to haul her offstage?
However, when the crowd see her, they go crazy.
What am I missing here?
Jasper answers my question.
“Ah… here she is, ladies and gentleman, boys and girls. Brace yourself… it’s Delilah Rose!”
I look at V and mouth, “Who?”
V shrugs, giving Delilah Rose a scowl which rivals mine.
As I take in her Rock Goddess stature and look at Jasper, my heart sinks because they look perfect together.
She stands too close for my liking, bumping him with her shoulder, giving him a sultry wink. The band takes that as their cue and begins playing. She waits for the chorus and joins in, singing along with Jasper and using his microphone, so their lips are inches apart.
Suddenly I want to look anywhere but the stage, but I can’t pry my eyes away because I need to see what she’s going to do next, as she’s clearly flirting with him.
Jasper looks over at her, giving her a small dimpled smile when she begins prowling the stage, encouraging the crowd to let lose.
His dimple only makes an appearance when he’s genuinely happy. I feel sick, and unexpectedly, I feel claustrophobic.
“V! I need to get out of here,” I scream, feeling my stomach roll.
V gives me a sympathetic nod and turns to leave.
I place my hand on her shoulder, shaking my head.
“Stay!” I yell, because I don’t want her to miss Lucas because of me.
She looks surprised. “You sure?”
“Yes,” I reply quickly, and head down the stairs before I vomit all over my pretty green dress.
This VIP pass has permitted me backstage access, allowing me to visit whichever stage I want. Seeing as there are four stages in total, I have been visiting them all, except the one Jasper was playing at. I know his set is over, as I’ve been gone for roughly two hours, but I can’t face him. What if what Delilah said was true and Jasper does want to revisit her bouncy assets?
After the rough patch we’ve been experiencing, I really don’t want to think about that, as she and her gigantic boobs are a big temptation.
A big, easy, non-complicated, non-pregnant temptation.
No baby. No mom who hates her guts. No fighting over work.
It’s easy.
But with me lately, it seems like an effort to even talk to me.
That thought sends me into a deeper funk, and luckily one of my favorite bands is playing the main stage in five minutes.
I flash my laminated pass and security escorts me to a wooden rafter above the stage. It’s really cool up here and not something I’ve ever seen before. It’s amazing having a bird’s eye view. I settle off to the end, away from everyone, happy to get some space.
Muse hits the stage, and being up here, listening to their hypocritical music, sends me into a lull. The lighting is soft and actually quite romantic, and the area I’m standing in is shrouded in almost complete darkness.
“Take a Bow” commences, which is my favorite song, and my hips begin swaying to the music, my eyes drooping shut. I’m lost in the mesmerizing rhythm, when suddenly a pair of hands snake around my middle, setting low on my hips.
I yelp, startled by the contact, swatting the hands away. But as my back is pressed into a firm front, I freeze. His smell is all man, and so is the hard erection, pushing into my lower back.
Jasper leans forward, his light stubble tickling my neck as he whispers into my ear, “Sway your hips again.”
I gulp.
I’m frozen solid, so he tightens the grip around my waist and begins swaying his hips, encouraging me to move mine in sync with his.
Feeling stupid and rigid in his arms if I don’t follow, I slowly mimic his movements and begin rotating my hips.
Because Jasper has me in a tight grip, pressed up so closely against him, I can’t help it as I rub my ass over his crotch. And with each shift of my body, I can feel how turned on he is.
His hand travels up my front and his wicked thumb rubs over my nipple. It instantly peaks in my thin cotton dress, awakened by his touch. He hisses in a breath and licks the outer shell of my ear. My eyes flicker and I can’t keep them open as he trails hot, wet kisses down my neck, sucking on the tender flesh just below my ear.
My head falls to the side of its own accord, as I have no control over my body when Jasper is involved. His sucks turn into longer, harder draws, and I begin panting heavily as I want him, like yesterday.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this, as I want to find out who Delilah is, but my body betrays me and wins out in the end. I’ve surrendered to his skillful mouth and hands, and it feels… fucktastically amazing.
The sounds coming out of me rise louder and louder, and every part of me feels like it’s on fire. With my eyes still closed, I’m blinded, but I feel like I can see everything he’s doing, as every part of my body is in tune to his.
His fingers stop rolling over my nipples, and I almost whimper when he removes his hand from my breast. But I’m quickly rewarded with more delicious friction, as his hands descend down my body, while he’s still sucking and kissing my throat.
His right arm wraps around my middle, holding me securely to him, but his left begins sliding lower, and lower.
His large hand is splayed out across my tummy, and the tips of his fingers are inches away from the top of my panties.
This is crazy. I’m totally getting felt up in an arena full of people!
“Do you want me to stop?” Jasper asks into my ear as he pulls away from my neck.
I shake my head quickly, as I would rather jump off this railing than have him stop.
He chuckles hoarsely and the sound has my stomach flipping in cartwheels.
He kisses my temple and glides his left hand down my side, snaking it up under my skirt.
Electricity jolts through my body as his warm hand squeezes my bare thigh. But a current of 100,000 watts, zaps me into shock when he cups me between my legs, pressing the heel of his hand against my core.
“Holy fuck, baby, you’re soaked. You know how much of a turn on that is? Knowing I’m doing that to your body, I want to be inside of you so bad,” Jasper whispers, his lips grazing my ear as he speaks.
He occasionally likes to speak dirty to me and each time he has done so, it has turned me into a shameles
s, wanton sex fiend.
Now is no exception.
Because of the loud music, he’s basically tonguing my ear, and his breath is caressing the outer shell with each word.
I shift my hips, attempting to give him a sign of what I want. But Jasper knows my body better than I. He’s just playing me until I beg for more.
Thankfully I don’t have to beg this time as he slips his hand into the front of my underwear. He glides two fingers up and down my entrance, and then slowly, he slides into me. We both groan at the contact and I grind myself against his skillful fingers, my body loving the intrusion.
The devilish rhythm of his fingers is steadily torturing me, and the way his hips are rocking into my back, his impressive length rubbing against my ass, is just adding to the torment.
As hard as it is, I still my hips and turn my head at an uncomfortable angle, wanting to see his face. It’s so worth it because he looks fucking sex crazed. Pupils dilated, mouth slightly parted, and hair disheveled, has my insides quivering in desire.
“I want you inside me,” I say, feeling like a total sexual deviant.
Jasper gifts me a dimpled smile. “Yes, ma’am.”
He slides his fingers out of me, and with both hands, he discreetly pulls off my underwear, which I step out of as soon as they reach my feet.
The cool breeze brushes over my wetness and I shiver, anticipating his next move.
I don’t have to wait long.
Jasper discreetly lifts up my dress, unnoticeably from behind and presses himself up against me.
“I’d give anything to bend you over this railing, but this will have to do… for now,” he whispers, angling himself as he pushes into me from behind.
I cry out loudly and thankfully, “Invincible” drowns out my passionate cries. Jasper stills, allowing my muscles to accept him, and then he begins rocking into me, holding my waist prisoner in both hands, maneuvering my body to get the angle just right.
I feel so full, especially with him taking me from behind, but I like it and I want more, so I thrust back, taking him in deeper as I hold onto the rail for support.
“Holy shit!” Jasper cries as he pushes into me, my body milking every stroke. “I’m so sorry,” he says breathlessly, which surprises me. “I’ve missed you so much. Please don’t run away from me again. You’re my everything, Ava.”