Stand Close 2 (Stand Close New Adult Romance Series)

by Lacey, Sabrina

  “Hey!” Jenna yells as I feel myself grabbed from behind, and my body tugged backward, hard, and lurching from force. Alec whacks the guy’s feverish fingers off my hips as I stumble. “Stand close, Rue. Stand close to me.” Alec’s arm goes around me. I lean into him, trying not to hyperventilate. Sean glances back to see if I’m okay. Jack is still to my left, his face like his last name. He signals to the limo driver who nods and opens the door, ushering us in.

  Alec helps me in first, then my girlfriends, with Jack and Sean facing the crowd and posing in their famous stances to satisfy the masses with a good photo. Sean waves to the crowd and throws them a smirk; his angelic face exactly like I’ve seen it so many times in the magazines. I now know he’s rehearsed that face. This insanity–never being able to go anywhere like normal people without fear of being caught on film, or assaulted–is the price you have to pay for the freedom their money gives them. My money, now, too, I guess.

  Is this what my life is going to be like now?

  “Everything has a price,” I mumble, taking Jenna’s hand. “How’re you doing Susan? Bet you didn’t expect this when you locked up the store, did you?”

  She grins. “I’ve never had so much fun!”

  The guys climb in, and the driver shuts the door. Sean locks it immediately and we all exhale, except Susan, who’s staring out at the faces squished against the windows like she’s enjoying this.

  “How many of them are there?” I ask, taking off my coat.

  “Well over five hundred. They’re wrapped around the block. Tony warned us.” Sean answers, looking forward dully as Tony yells through the window for people to get out of the way as he tries to pull the limo away from the curb. The divider goes up so we don’t have to listen.

  Jack challenges me, his lashing expression calling me out as responsible for what just happened, “You want to get into trouble? Let’s get into trouble.”

  I raise my eyebrows; feel the familiar fire of rebellion light up my veins. “Bring it, Jack.”

  “No, we’re taking you home,” Alec mutters, looking out the window. He must have seen me kissing the guy, because he won’t look at me.

  Struggling against my own embarrassment, I lean back and tuck myself against Jenna’s arm. “It’s not my fault what just happened. If you guys didn’t show up, there wouldn’t have been a mob.”

  Even Sean’s eyes flash. Alec’s jaw tightens further, which I didn’t think was possible, and he still won’t look away from the window.

  Jack hasn’t stopped staring green hatred at me. At my denial of responsibility, he blows up. “Have you checked the news, dipwit? You’re trending on Twitter.”

  I blink, glancing over to my friends to exchange surprised looks. Turning dubious eyes back to him, I ask slowly, “What do you mean, I’m trending?”

  “Look.” He raises his ass off the seat, grabs his phone out of his pocket and shoves it in my face.

  Staring at the small screen, I see rows and rows of tweets about me. Where we were. What I was drinking. Pictures of us at the airport. Checking into the hotel. Buying a larger suitcase to fit all of our new stuff. Dancing on 5th Avenue with our new friend right after she locked up early. There’s even one with Hercules. My jaw slackens. It takes me a few stunned moments to speak. “#SisterStone? But… my last name isn’t Stone.”

  “It may as well be,” Sean mumbles, gravely. Both he and Jack look at their phones, swiping through the tweets, their faces somber.

  Silenced, I lean back again in the leather seat, adjusting blue fabric over my breasts so they stay covered. Alec glances to me and I meet his eyes with a challenge to say something, anything. He looks away.

  That’s the last straw. I can only take so much in this luxury pressure cooker before I lose my shit.

  “This is ridiculous. I didn’t know about that. Stop acting like I’m a burden, when I’m just learning about all of this stuff!” They say nothing. “And you’re taking me home? What, like I’m on a time-out and I’m five years old?! I’m an adult and I get to make my own decisions. You guys know I’m twenty-one. The whole world knows it. So that means I’m old enough that I don’t need you three telling me what to do.”

  “Rue,” Jenna mutters, shifting uncomfortably.

  But this train won’t stop until it collides. “I don’t have to do what you guys say. I don’t have to take orders from anyone, ever! I didn’t even know you a week ago, so why don’t you get off my case and stop acting like we’re family. We aren’t family until you earn the right to call me family.” I can feel Jenna and Susan tensed up beside me, but I’m too busy winning a staring contest with Jack Stone to give a crap.

  Jack counters coolly, “Who said I want to call you family?”

  A knife presses into my heart, but I act like that didn’t hurt. “Nobody would dare say such a lie, Jack. So if you’re not my family, then who are you to take me anywhere or tell me to do ANYTHING!!! PULL OVER!”

  “Rue,” Jenna murmurs, “Calm down.”

  Susan’s got her lips sucked into her mouth, her knuckles white on her lap.

  “No! I want out. PULL OVER! Where’s the window thingy? The thingy to make the window go down for the driver? Where is it?”

  Even Sean loses it and snaps, “Calm down, Rue!”

  “Yeah! Because people always calm down when they’re told to! Let’s get real guys. Do you like being told what to do? Because I’m pretty sure no one, and I mean NO ONE,” I slice my finger through the air at all three of them, “tells the royals what to do. God forbid someone say no to you. Well, NO. There, I said it.”

  “She’s still drunk,” Jack growls.

  Susan leans in and breaks girlfriend-code. “She drank a lot. I was trying to get her to stop.”

  “Susan!” Jenna warns her.

  “Oh my God! Let me out of this car!” I stand up, back bent under the low ceiling, heading for the door even though we’re still moving at quite a clip toward downtown.

  Alec reaches over and hits a button that makes the divider roll down. “Can you please stop the car, Tony?’

  “Alec.” Sean cuts his eyes to him.

  “Don’t worry. She just needs to walk it off. You guys go ahead. I’ll catch us a cab after she’s sobered up and meet you guys later.” He holds Sean’s stare, his voice growing deeper with anger. “Sean, get over yourself. I’m not going to touch her.” Sean registers surprise at being called out, but he says nothing.

  The car stops and I head for the door again, but Jack stops me. “Wait for the driver to open the damn door, heathen.”

  I glare at him, hiding the fact that I’m mortified at my inexperience. “I was going to wait for him, standing up.”

  “Sure you were.”

  The door opens and Jenna starts to come, too. Susan reluctantly grabs her purse, but Alec stops them both. “You ladies go on with them. I’ve got this. It’s okay.” Jenna hands him my coat.

  The driver helps me out and Alec emerges behind me. I turn and watch him effortlessly rising, his eyes on me. He’s got an amused smile on his face as he slides my coat on my arms. The driver closes the door and walks around to get back in and drive away.

  Does Alec think I’m a child, too? After my tantrum, he probably does, and right now I’m staring at him a little too long, to find out. Being alone with him, it should make me excited, but after everything that’s happened tonight, I wish it had been Sean and not Alec who had known I needed fresh air before I strangled Jack with my own hands.

  As I’m blinking at Alec, he watches me gravely, his fingers deftly buttoning up a pea coat over his navy blue suit. How do I behave now that we’re alone after what he’s just seen, and how I feel about him? Struggling with my insecurities, I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear and look to the sidewalk for answers. “Thank you.”

  He regards me for a moment without saying anything. “For what?”

  “For knowing what I needed. I was going to lose it in there.”

  He smirks, thinking I did lose
it, but he doesn’t drive the nail in deeper. We both know I could have handled myself a little better. “I needed some air, too. Let’s walk.”

  Chapter Six

  Rue

  To my shock, he takes my hand, clasping it loosely and comfortably as though he’d done it a million times. I glance up to a street sign on our right that reads: Houston Street. Biting my lip now that I’m alone with Alec, I look around the small scatters of people walking home around us. Some are just hanging out, talking after a late night. It feels like it’s around one o’clock or something, but that can’t be right.

  “What time is it?”

  “Half past three.” He glances down to hold my eyes for a heated second. A flutter in my chest quiets me and we walk in silence. A part of me is still hoping he didn’t see me kiss that guy… that only Jack saw, when he came and yanked me away. Maybe he yanked me so hard because he didn’t want Alec to see. Yeah, right.

  Glancing up at Alec’s profile, I’m gratified to find the cloud has left him, now that we’re alone. Maybe he wasn’t looking at me in the limo because the crowd had upset him, or he didn’t like how Jack was acting. I open my mouth to ask him, but shut it again before I kick up dust that’s finally settling. With our hands lightly held together, I allow a calm to overtake me, letting go of any need to do anything but just be here with him. This is what I wanted when we were driving here from the airport. I’d wished Alec was here with me, and now he’s here. Just enjoy it.

  Occasionally someone recognizes Alec as we wordlessly make our way west, but most of the people we pass don’t even look at us. There’s a peaceful anonymity to this stroll that we’re both enjoying after the chaos.

  Alec squeezes my hand and informs me, “The bigger cities are better, usually, because people see more celebrities here. They’re used to it.”

  “Then what happened back there at the club?” I ask, looking up at him.

  “Mob mentality. People in the club tweeted you were buying drinks for everyone. News had already spread online about you from the reporters at your house. Didn’t you see the news?” I shake my head. “Well, it’s not as big a story as what’s happening in Israel, but it’s up there.” He smiles at me, but I’m not able to return it. His eyes get serious and he continues, “When it hit twitter about you buying drinks, and where, that was all it took to ignite the blaze. It was a very cool thing of you to do, by the way. I was impressed.”

  I make a little noise and say, “Thanks.”

  “But then teenagers showed up, too young to get in, and so the crowd outside just grew, especially after we arrived. I’m sure that went viral, too. But it started with you. You’re having quite an impact.”

  “Yay,” I say, dryly. I’m piecing together the missing chunks of the puzzle, and only some of what he said, fits. “So, that’s how you guys knew I was in New York? The drinks happened late… how’d you get here so fast?”

  He pauses and for the first time, looks very self-conscious. Almost awkward. Deciding how to answer, he struggles for a couple long seconds. “Um… that was me. It was when someone posted pictures of you at JFK on their blog. I’d set up a Google alert with your name.” The corners of his eyes tense, and he won’t look at me.

  I stop walking, and pull on his hand. “You signed up to know when my name is mentioned on the Internet?” He doesn’t respond, his quiet profile cold and distant. The shield is up again, but his fingers tighten slightly around mine and I give them a squeeze.

  He asks, pulling out his phone to look at the time, “How are you feeling? Better?”

  If only he knew. I’ve got the image of him taking the time to type my name into Google Alerts. If he did that, he really wanted to know when I showed up on the Internet. Excited by the revelation that he cares, I take a bold step toward him. “You’re the one holding my hand. How do I feel to you?”

  A smirk pulls at the left corner of his mouth and he looks at me from the corners of his eyes. “That’s a pretty sexy thing to say, Rue.”

  “Yeah, well... I may be young, but I’m not a virgin, Alec.”

  Turning his head to face me full on, I feel a heat rush over my body at the light that just exploded behind his eyes. “Guess what, Rue?”

  Gulping, I whisper, “What?”

  “I’m not a virgin either.” All of a sudden he lifts me up, his muscular body crushing me against the cool glass of a storefront window. He glances quickly around to see if we’re being watched. We’re not. There’s no one nearby, and he locks eyes with me and parts his lips. Huskily, he says on a groan, “Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.” I push my hips forward and feel the hard heat waiting for me there. He groans again, more deeply, and the sound is like heaven. I can feel him pulsating, growing and pushing against the soft skin above my mound.

  “Who says you shouldn’t?” I whisper, aching to feel his lips on mine. That’s all I want. Just come a little closer…

  “You know who said it.” He searches my eyes, longing for permission. I’m granting it, but he needs it from someone other than me. He’s barely holding back his animal instincts. “He was right, Rue. But still I can’t stop thinking about you. Fuck me if I haven’t tried.”

  I part my lips and nuzzle my face into his masculine neck, breathing him in. He smells so good. Hiding so I can be more brazen than I’ve ever been, I murmur against his skin, “They don’t own me. You do.”

  He grabs me by the back of my hair and pulls my head back with just enough firmness to make my panties dampen instantly. He searches my eyes and says on a rasp, “God help me.” He takes my mouth in his, coaxing mine to succumb to his sensual kiss. His lips mold mine and when I taste the heat of his tongue, a fire explodes in my body. My arms slide around him and he grabs my ass roughly, pulling me into him. “You’re mine, you got that?” I nod with hooded eyes and he devours me again, leaning into me like we’re alone in a bedroom and not on a New York street, pushing my legs open with his knee so he can rub in between my thighs, giving me the type of friction my body aches for.

  “Is that Alec Gabriel and Rue Stone?” “Oh my God, get your phone out!” “Already got it.” “Video?” “No. They stopped too soon.” “Holy shit, that was hot.”

  Chapter Seven

  Rue

  Alec pulls away from my lips, but his eyes assure me that’s the last thing he wants to do. Both of us want to ignore the intruders, but we can’t. We just can’t. Quickly, he looks over his shoulder, unzips and removes his jacket to hold it in front of him and hide his swollen erection. “Stay here.” He leaves me breathless and watching. I pull my coat tighter around my body as he walks up to them. “Hey. Can I see that?”

  “No way,” a dark-haired hipster says, holding his phone tightly in his stumpy little fingers. Alec easily takes it from him. The guy objects, “Hey!” as Alec deletes the images.

  “You look good, Rue,” he smirks to me as the two guys watch, helplessly.

  “I do, huh?” I grin at him.

  “Come ON!” the amber-haired one cries out, his pimples betraying his munchies-after-bong addiction.

  Finished removing the evidence, Alec surprises the guys by moving to stand in between them and turning the phone around for a three-person-selfie. Jazzed, the guys smile for the shot, and Alec’s left corner of his mouth does its usual, sexy-as-fuck upturn. He snaps a photo and hands the phone back to them. “Now, no photos of us as we walk away. Deal?”

  “You got it.” “Thanks man!” They’re both looking at the photo, their heads pushed together. “This is awesome.” “No one’s going to believe it.”

  Alec walks over and grabs my hand, hightailing it in out of there. “Shit,” he mutters, “What was I thinking?”

  I’m too impressed, aroused and delirious to say anything intelligible. Walking beside him, the idea settles in that I really like this man. Not just the idea of him, but him. Maybe Jenna was right and my initial predilection toward thinking I was in love with him was based on years of watching him from afar with the rest
of the world. But now, hurrying to keep up to his long strides, I feel a growing like for him.

  But what good does that do us? We’re stuck between his best friends, my brothers, in a world that will display our affair if we tried to have one.

  Affair.

  “Oh my God.”

  “What?” he asks, leading me away from the popular street like he knows where he’s going.

  Struck inwardly by our racing steps and my revelation, I whisper to myself, more than to him, “Is this what she felt like, hiding and running so people wouldn’t find out?”

  Alec frowns and doesn’t answer. As we rush down side streets toward the West Village, the lights get fewer and darker, the asphalt replaced by cobblestones. It feels like we’re on the run. Like we’re a secret. Because we are.

  “Look. I don’t know about what your mom and Max went through, but this–you and me–it’s complicated. I’m not interested in falling in love. You got it?” I nod, but what he said, hurts. “I don’t have space for that in my life. I’m on the road a lot. I have to focus on my music. It’s not just that Sean would hate this. It’s that…”

  “You would hate it,” I mumble, tugged along, the pain stinging more.

  He stops abruptly and grabs me by my shoulders. “I hate it already! Can’t you see that? When you were kissing that guy at the club, I wanted to kill him!”

  My shoulders hurting from his grip, I say on a gasp, “I… was drunk. It didn’t mean anything.”

  Hazel and gold narrows above a tightened jaw. “I didn’t like it. Don’t do it again.”