“Flynn, Flynn, Flynn,” our fans desperately chanted, their voices became louder and more urgent each time they said my name until they were saying it so fast I could hardly make it out. We were waiting on the side of the stage, and the adrenaline was pumping through my veins to the point where I couldn’t wait to get out there.
“Tonight for your entertainment, live at Wembley Arena, will you please welcome RedAAAAAAAAAAA.”
Running onto the stage, each of us picked up our instruments and quickly checked our rigs to ensure we got off to a perfect start. It took seconds, and when Craig struck the first chord, it had led us into the first song of the pre-rehearsed set. “Thinking in Black and White,” a song, like most of the songs I’d penned, was about my girl, Valerie.
After over three years together and almost six since the first time I’d met her, my heart was still in a sling over her. No one had ever compared to her, and since we’d been together, no other girl had even figured in my thoughts in any way. Valerie, my son, and my music were what I lived for.
“I fucking love you, Flynn,” a tiny sweet looking girl shouted up from the stalls. Smirking at Craig, I shook my head, “I fucking love you, too, sweetheart,” I shouted back into the mic, causing the fans to roar loudly with appreciation when I’d responded. They’d all heard her, and the best way to deal with hecklers in the crowd was for me to agree with them or to rip them to shreds for attempting to distract my attention.
Craig was still playing softly in the background while I spoke and I turned to look for Valerie. She was always around at the start of our set and that time was no different. Standing to my left just off stage I couldn’t help but check her out. She was wearing her tight dark blue jeans and her long dark curls flowed down over her shoulders a few stray strands falling over the white crop-top that clung perfectly to her figure. She was wearing a small dark red jacket and tons of beads around her neck, which had become her signature things to wear complimented by a pair of red fuck-me heels.
She seemed completely unaffected by my banter with the fan but began dancing to Craig’s tune, wiggling her ass in an exaggerated sexy sway with her hands above her head. The move was intended to distract me, and it worked. When she saw I was still watching her, she smirked and tried to bow her head to hide her smile, before glancing back up and giving me a naughty look.
She knew she was busted doing that with her ass on purpose; her smile widened, and she winked telling me so which almost made me throw the concert, stride right up to her, and grab her by the hips to stop her from cock-teasing me. The girl brought me to my knees. I’d always been pretty alpha male when other men were around, but when we were alone she had the ability to wipe the floor with me, and there was no doubt I was pussy whipped by her.
I fought past that thought and looked out into the throng of people as I began to sing about the woman I loved to the people that loved me. All I could see past the bright lights on stage was a sea of heads and thousands of phone lights glowing in the dark as the fans snapped memories and sang along to the words of the song. The faces I could see nearer the stage were either singing or had pained expressions as they became moved by the lyrics. A few stood with their eyes closed while they connected with the music.
Half an hour into the set, the fans had moved forward and a crush had begun to form at the barrier in front of the stage. I had to stop singing and ask everyone to take two steps back to relieve the pressure on the kids at the front. One girl looked like she might be close to passing out, so I pointed to her and asked a beefed-up security guy to lift her over the barrier. Once she was in the space between the barrier and the stage she seemed to come to life instantaneously and tried to climb onto the stage. The burly guard nearest her caught her by her waist, but I signaled to him to help her up beside me.
Craig stepped up next to me and we grabbed her hands, pulling her so hard she flew up almost weightlessly and overshot us. The reaction of the crowd was insane. She couldn’t have been more than sixteen years old and the instant she was standing in front of me she froze.
“What’s your name, sweetheart,” I asked. Her mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing came out. “Neat fish impersonation you got there, can your friends tell me your name?” I asked chuckling as I glanced down to where she’d been standing before. Three young girls, around the same age as her, screamed her name from the front row, “Tanya.”
“All right, Tanya, nice to meet you, honey. Glad you made it out to see us tonight,” I said, turning on the charm and smiling warmly. “You want us to sing a song just for you?” She shielded her eyes from the bright lights on stage, her hand shaking with excitement as she nodded slowly. She was still stunned that I was actually talking to her. “You want to stand there while I sing?” Unable to utter a word, she slowly reached up and absentmindedly grabbed a strand of her hair. She pulled it shyly into her mouth then stood motionless again.
Craig began to play the riff of a number that he and I had written together about beer and wild nights that bore no relation to Valerie or Simone. It was secretly about Lexi and her roadie. I’d never have sung anything I’d written about my woman to another one.
Standing near the jumbo amps, she jumped with fright when Craig struck the first note like she hadn’t been expecting it and he almost lost his shit laughing at her reaction. He straightened up and got serious when I started singing to the kid as she stood mesmerized and limp. Her glazed expression stared back in awe as clearly as if I’d taken a Sharpie and drawn it on her face.
Getting into the song we both played and performed around her while Craig waved his long hair back and forth next to her trying to shake her out of her trance. She was so lost in our performance I don’t think she blinked once. I glanced back at her friends who were going wild with excitement at seeing their friend up on stage; I was smiling so widely my face almost cracked because this was partly what I lived for.
Once the song had ended I leaned forward and kissed her cheek, turned and addressed the crowd, “Tanya, everyone,” I said, gesturing at her. The roar in the auditorium was deafening as she staggered numbly back to the edge of the stage without a word. She was no doubt still wondering what the fuck had just happened. One of the security guards at the stage barrier reached for her, and she jumped into his arms; without putting her feet on the floor, he wandered back in the direction of the crowd. Lifting her back to the other side of the barrier, he set her down beside her friends before sauntering past her and had a word with another girl in the audience.
The rest of the show at the arena was incredible, and I felt that euphoric buzz of the last concert, where the fans seemed especially appreciative and responsive. It was the finale of six weeks away from home, knowing that the next day my girl and I could sleep late then I could take my family back home.
Craig and I did an acoustic version of the first song I’d written about Valerie, “You’re The Rock n Roll I’ve Been Waiting For,” and it made my heart melt to see Val standing alongside at the edge of the stage and mouthing every word. I looked out at the masses swaying along to the music and back at her and thought, If it hadn’t been for her all of this may not have been possible. RedA had millions of fans worldwide and it was thanks to her, and it didn’t seem right that she only had one—me.
It pissed me off that she got the raw end of the deal at times when fans would slate her for being with me. Especially when I know if it hadn’t been for her, I probably wouldn’t have had a second chance with my music career, and none of us would have had these experiences. I’d probably have slipped into obscurity. She was everything I wasn’t, business smart, astute, and level-headed. She had a vision and drive, and although I had all of those things in relation to music, she left me standing when it came to knowing exactly what to do with me next.
Sometimes when I looked at her, my heart hurt that she’d been through so much. She had lived the life of someone three times her age in terms of life experience, and hardly any in
another sense. Everything had come in a rush for us, being together, the band being formed and her becoming a mom.
We’d never really had time to breathe; to think I could have lost Valerie and Liam at one point still left me numb at times. I made a vow to myself the day we took Liam home that my aim in life from then on was to make her and our son smile every day. As long as they were happy, I’d be happy.
After delivering an encore to please our horde of followers we ran off stage, me heading straight to my girl. I was always on a high after performing so I picked her up, wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed her the way I’d wanted to from the moment she’d goaded me from the side of the stage. A long low moan tore from her throat as she wiggled her ass under my palms.
“Ah, so watching me sing makes you horny, huh? What do you say we have one hour at the after party and get the hell out of there, so I can give you a private performance, naked,” I winked positioning my erect length between her legs and ground myself against her. She squirmed and pressed her tits hard against my sweaty bare chest before lowering her mouth to lick the sweat from my collarbone to my ear. Shivers of desire ran through every cell I possessed. She made me so fucking hard I could have pulled a truck with my dick.
Leaning back, her hands ran up from my waist to my pecs, and she patted my wet skin. I never took my shirt off these days out of respect for her, but under those lights, I wore a light cotton shirt that was open to stave off the relentless heat. “Put me down or take me now,” she said with a naughty grin.
“Don’t tempt me.”
“I already did,” she smirked and reached down to stroke her hand over the thick bulge in my jeans.
“Hey, what happened to that innocent girl I met?”
“Didn’t you hear? She got corrupted by this hot shot rock star,” her sassy reply was followed up with a salacious smile.
“Too fucking right she did,” I confirmed kissing her again like she was my oxygen.
“Jesus, Flynn,” she gasped when I finally pulled away from her.
“Yeah, we just keep getting better, babe,” I said, knowing she felt the chemistry between us as much as I did.
“All right, put me down so you can get cleaned up. I’m going to call Mom, and make sure Liam is settled for the night. I just have a couple of things to sort out here, and I’ll meet you before the party.”
Valerie dropped her legs, and I slid her slowly over my hard dick on the way down. I craved that contact and groaned roughly. Placing her feet on the floor I patted her ass and yanked her hard against me again, “Don’t take too long, you’re killing me here,” I said, nodding down at my bulging jeans.
Valerie’s eyes followed mine, and another smirk quirked her lips. “Nonsense, it just recognized my touch, wait until it sees me later,” she teased, giggling as she turned and sashayed away still wearing those incredible fuck-me stiletto heels.
I spun on my heel and headed for the dressing room with purpose. I had one tiny after party to get through then I was intent on taking my woman to bed to get down and dirty with her. I was still buzzing from the adulation of the crowd but tired after a long hard tour. It seemed my work was never done, and there was always time for one more fan—Valerie.
Chapter 2
One last night
Valerie
I never got tired of their performances. Watching them on stage made all the turmoil and hard work it took to put a gig together seem worthwhile. Seeing the rush that Flynn got on stage every time was so sexy; it always made me wet when I watched him feed off the hordes of fans that came to see them live. Making albums in the studio was the bread and butter of the band, the caviar was when they got to interact with those fans face-to-face, or a stadium full of faces, as it was in their case.
The last show of the tour came, and everyone was tired, but you’d never have guessed that once they’d hit that stage at Wembley. Flynn was the only guy on stage for most of the time in my mind, but I was manager of the entire band so I had to observe all of their performances to ensure we weren’t getting stale and everyone was playing to their potential, but I rarely had anything to gripe about on that score.
In all honesty, Jonah was the one I had concerns about. Fame had gone to his head somewhat and it seemed like the pressure to live up to the typical rock star image was catching up to him. He’d changed a lot from the quiet guy I’d first met, but there was nothing I could really put my finger on. I knew he’d been doing some recreational drugs, but he’d sworn he’d never bring anything onto the bus or keep a supply around when he was with the rest of us. I didn’t like it, but he was an adult, and after I’d voiced my worry to him, I’d accepted he was an adult, so he had a responsibility for himself.
Lexi had settled in, and I was much happier about her as a member of the band once I knew she was in a steady relationship. There was still the flirty Lexi whenever a good-looking guy was around, but as far as I was aware she was pretty serious about Dan, one of our crew.
The past couple of years had been tough, trying to run a band, keep my photography business going, and making a home for Flynn and Liam. They always came first, but juggling everything left little time for us to spend time for us as a couple. We were almost always with people from the band or with Liam.
I wasn’t complaining. Giving birth to Liam was my single biggest achievement in life because when I was told I had complications, I figured that was just about right for me. Nothing in my personal life ran smoothly. Loving a guy like Flynn meant we had plenty of hurdles to overcome, especially when it came to his fame.
At the end of the show, I made my way to the manager’s office to thank him for his hospitality to us, before RedA and I got swamped at the after party. Flynn had wanted us out of there as soon as was practical and to be honest, I couldn’t wait to spend the night with him alone. We’d always been insistent that Liam stayed with us as much as possible and every night that week my mom had sat in our suite at the hotel until we’d arrived home. On that last night I knew we’d be extra late, so I’d relented and allowed him to stay in her suite for the night.
My mind had been on Liam as I turned down the cold stone corridors with its glossy burgundy painted walls. The drab looking lighting made it feel pretty eerie as I walked alone. About twenty feet from the manager’s office I suddenly heard someone running and as I turned my head I saw a girl that was about eighteen running to jump on me, pulling me backward and down to the ground.
Instinctively, everything my brothers had taught me about taking care of myself kicked in. Initially, I froze to fool her into thinking she’d knocked me out, and she came around to stand over me bending forward to check I wasn’t conscious. I swiftly grabbed her hair and placed my foot, stiletto heels and all, up onto her stomach. Giving her no time to think, I threw her over my head onto her back then moved swiftly to crawl over her, pinning her to the floor.
I heard a lock click and the door at the end of the hallway opened, and the manager and another guy were mid-sentence until they focused in the dim light and saw me on top of her. “What the hell is going on here?” he bellowed stalking toward us.
“I was coming to say thank you and this—,” I gestured at her with my head, while I’d pinned her to the floor by her wrists and sat on her belly, “decided to jump me from behind,” I said, between breaths during my effort to hold her. She continued to call me a list of unpleasant adjectives and struggled to free herself from my grip.
“Well I have to say, you know a thing or two about self-defense if that’s the case,” he smirked. The tall, lanky guy that was with him grabbed hold of her, preventing her from further attacks while I stood and patted myself down. “Lucky you were wearing jeans although those heels could have been dangerous.”
I was furious that the venue’s security was so lax, she’d attacked me, but the bigger picture was that someone could have done worse to Flynn, “Yeah, she could have broken one off or a nail even,” I said, in a tone laced wit
h sarcasm. I was used to people trying to take a sly swipe at me, but to be attacked in a secure area where there were hundreds of marshals around was another matter. I knew that I’d have to speak with Lee and Rita about the incident at some point to reduce the instance of it happening to Flynn in the future. I knew they’d definitely be taking it up with the management on my behalf, but at that moment it wasn’t the time.
“So do you have anything to say for yourself before I call the cops?” The manager asked the bleached blonde who had attacked me.
“She trapped Flynn. He’s too young to have kids.”
“Jeez, girl, get a life. Flynn was out there doing a job. He has a life outside of that. I’m angry you think it’s okay to attack the person he loves, because you’re not really a fan if you don’t want him to be happy. If you were a true fan, you’d be happy he’s found his soulmate,” I retorted.
“If he’s that happy why hasn’t he asked you to marry him? Don’t answer that, I’ll do that for you. He’s not the marrying kind. Flynn can have any woman he wants. Right now he may think that’s you, but when he comes to his senses, he’ll dump you.”
I hesitated because he had asked me just not properly.
“Get over yourself, girl. I’m not even going to dignify myself with an answer on that. We’re for keeps.”
“Keep telling yourself that, one day you may just believe it,” she spat.
“All right, that’s quite enough from you, young…I almost called you a lady, but ladies don’t sneak into places they aren’t supposed to be and jump someone like you just did. You want to press charges, Valerie?” the manager asked.
“No, I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of dragging me into court. She can stew in her own juice knowing that Flynn is with me, and there’s not a damn thing she can do to change that,” I answered, defiantly.
Speaking into his walkie talkie the manager called security and within seconds a huge concert marshal appeared, grabbed the girl in an arm lock and walked away with her, “I want a word with you when you’ve got her off the premises,” he shouted after him. Once he had gone from sight he turned back to me, “Can’t seem to get decent staff these days. Are you okay, Valerie?” he asked.
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