Seductive Chaos

by A. Meredith Walters

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  Other Books by A. Meredith Walters

  Reclaiming the Sand

  Lead Me Not

  Find You in the Dark Series

  Find You in the Dark

  Light in the Shadows

  Cloud Walking (A Find You in the Dark novella)

  Warmth in Ice (A Find You in the Dark novella)

  Bad Rep Series

  Bad Rep

  Perfect Regret

  For Matt.

  Because you always knew I could.

  “Mmm.” the deep throaty moan almost made me chuckle. But that would have been the wrong reaction to have when a girl had her tongue shoved down my throat and my hands were gripping her ass.

  This chick was embarrassingly loud and I hadn’t even grabbed a boob yet. She was practically riding my thigh, rubbing herself all over me like a cat in heat.

  I chanced a peek under lowered lids and couldn’t help but snort. She was throwing herself into it; I’d give her that. Her exaggerated hip thrusting would make porn stars stop and pay attention.

  I really wished she would shut up. It made hearing what was going on out in the hallway difficult. Because I was waiting anxiously for what I knew was about to happen.

  The impending explosion. The nuclear meltdown.

  The possibilities of what would go down when the dressing room door flew open had me grinning like a damn fool.

  And that was what was turning me on.

  The impending shit storm had me really, really excited.

  “Oh, yeah!” the girl groaned. I tore my mouth away from hers and glared down at her.

  “Can you keep it down?” I suggested, annoyed.

  She gave me, what I guessed was meant to be a sexy smile. “Shh,” she whispered, putting her finger over my mouth. Was she on something?

  Then she was attacking me again.

  Damn, she was aggressive.

  Her name was Karly. Spelled with a “K.” She made sure to point that out after she had shown security her tits to get backstage after my band’s show. I wasn’t a stranger to randoms doing all sorts of crazy shit to see me.

  It was the price you paid for rising fame and notoriety.

  And I was Cole Brandt. Lead singer for the buzz worthy up and coming band, Generation Rejects. Even before our name started being thrown around as the next big thing, I had been playing the part of psychotic rock star for years. I partied. I did stupid stuff like run naked down a busy street or start a fistfight with a room full of bikers. I got so drunk I felt it into next week.

  My bandmates laughed it off. The fans expected it. The women loved it. I had a reputation to uphold. I gloried in all of the hedonistic bullshit that came with playing rock and roll for a living.

  The biggest perk was the women. And there were a lot of them. I wasn’t shy about it. I didn’t blush and make excuses.

  I fucked.

  A lot.

  I was a slut. I embraced that. I slept with whomever I wanted, whenever I wanted.

  My dick spent more time out of my pants then inside them.

  So why was Karly (spelled with a K) and her double D chest and an ass I could set a cup on not doing anything for me?

  Karly was the type of girl I usually couldn’t wait to drop my pants for. She had long blonde hair and a pretty enough face. Though honestly, her looks wasn’t what would have grabbed my attention. It was the body. It was curved in all the right places. And it was currently Velcroed to mine.

  I knew what she wanted. It was the same thing I usually wanted. Quick, dirty sex.

  And six months ago, I would have instantly taken her up on her blatant offer. I would have had my hands up her skirt before she told me her name.

  But that wasn’t the purpose of this round of lick and grope. I had no intentions of letting Cole junior anywhere near this girl.

  My ears pricked up. There was yelling out in the hallway. My heart started to thud loudly in my chest. My lips moved mechanically against Karly’s. She was shoving her tongue so deep into my mouth I could taste the burrito she must have had for dinner.

  If I weren’t already completely turned off, that would have done it.

  “I want to bang you so bad!” she moaned into my mouth. Bang? Really? Who said crap like that?

  She reached down between us and cupped my flaccid junk in her palm.

  She might as well give up if she thought that would get any sort of reaction. Russell the Love Muscle wasn’t interested in her. I wasn’t interested in her.

  So why was I letting her tongue fuck my face you ask?

  Something smashed against the wall outside my dressing room. There was more shouting and I couldn’t help but grin.

  I heard a familiar voice yelling just beyond the shut door.

  And finally, my dick started to rise to attention.

  More shouting.

  Someone was angry.

  And my cock was really happy about that.

  Karly was mid-thrust against my leg when the door slammed open, bouncing off the wall behind it.

  “What the hell?” a shrill scream echoed around the tiny room and just like that, as if on cue, I developed a full-fledged hard-on in less than two seconds.

  I pulled my mouth away from the writhing female in my arms and prepared myself for what awaited me.

  And damned if it didn’t have me quivering like a virgin on prom night.

  My erection strained against my pants and I couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful woman standing there, ready to take my head off.

  “You asshole!” Vivian Baily yelled, reaching down to pull off her shoe. She quickly chucked it in my direction. I was used to her temper tantrums and had the sense to duck when I saw the four inch spiked heel hurling towards me.

  Unfortunately for Karly, she didn’t possess the necessary reflexes to avoid it. Vivian’s shoe hit her square in the face.

  “Ouch!” the girl shrieked, her hands coming up to cover her nose. “I’m bleeding!” she screamed, her words muffled.

  Vivian was pissed. I could practically see the wheels spinning in that gorgeous head of hers as she plotted a million and one ways to dispose of my body.

  My head on the other hand, was thinking of the million and one ways I could get her clothes off and my cock inside her.

  “Baby, I had no idea you’d be here,” I excused half-heartedly. It was a lie. I knew Vivian had planned to be here for the show tonight. I knew Maysie had gone to meet her at the airport while the guys and I were setting up for the concert.

  I had known exactly where she stood in the audience. I screamed every lyric just for her.

  So what the hell was I doing with Karly with a K?

  “You fucking asshole!” Vivian yelled again, just in case I hadn’t heard her the first time. She ran across the room and slapped me hard across the face, her nails scrapping down my skin.

  Her chest was heaving. Her see-through top had slipped down so now I was getting a nice eyeful of creamy, round breasts. Her neck and cheeks were flushed and her strawberry-blonde hair had come down and fanned out wildly around her shoulders.

  Jesus, she was hot.

  Her green eyes flashed and she slapped me again. I pressed a hand to my stinging cheek and started to feel the telltale signs of my own anger. It fueled my lust to an almost unbearable degree. They were all mixed up. Rage and hate and dick twisting desire.

  “Fucking hell, Viv!” I roared, grabbing her wrists as she flailed about.

  “Let go of me! I’ll rip your nuts off and then shove them down this bitch’s throat!” Vivian hollered, yanking her hands free of my grip.

  Before I could figure out what she had planned, Vivian launched herself at Karly. I almost felt bad for the
poor girl who was still covering her nose from the shoe assault.

  Karly screamed and tried to run from the room. Vivian wasn’t a small girl. She was taller than average and she worked out. She had the body of a woman who liked to kick ass and take names later.

  And unfortunately for Karly, she was about to learn that firsthand.

  This was getting out of hand fast. I grabbed Vivian from behind, my arms wrapping around her waist. Her hands were curved into claws as she tried to grab chunks of Karly’s hair.

  “Calm the fuck down!” I yelled into Vivian’s ear, my anger and my need making my lower body throb painfully.

  “I'm sick and tired of it, Cole!" Vivian wailed, her hands waving wildly.

  My eyes glazed over and she started sounding a lot like the teacher from Charlie Brown.

  Blah, blah, blah.

  But every time she jerked her hands, her shirt slipped down a little further off her shoulders.

  It was official. I saw boobs!

  I was like Pavlov's fucking dogs!

  A tiny flash of cleavage and my mouth hung open and drool dripped down my chin.

  "Are you listening to me?" Vivian asked shrilly.

  I nodded, even as I was shaking my head on the inside.

  Dude, I could see boobs! Don't judge me.

  And Vivian's tits were amazing. I loved them. I worshipped them. I thought about starting a religion around them. People would come from far away to bow before the altar of her awesome breasts.

  Nothing made me happier than burying my face between their curves and motor boating the fuck out of them.

  Mmm. Motor boating. . .

  Something hard hit me on the side of my head.

  "What the hell?" I yelled, leaning down to pick up the black piece of weaponry Vivian had hurled in my direction while keeping a firm grip on her wrist. It was her other freaking shoe!

  "I was talking, you dick!" she screeched. I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on.

  "I know you were baby. I'm sorry." I tried to placate her. It had always worked in the past. But honestly, I loved when she was mad at me.

  She was hot when she was furious and it usually led to the best sex of my life.

  Viv shook her head.

  “Vivian! What are you doing?” I heard someone call out. I tried to keep Vivian from squirming out of my grasp. But she was strong. Almost stronger than me. And she was filled with a murderous rage. That gave her super human strength. Her nails dug into my arms and I knew that would leave a mark.

  Maysie Ardin, the girlfriend of Jordan Levitt, my band’s drummer, and Vivian’s best friend, came running into the room. She took one look at the chaos around her and knew instantly what was going on.

  She gave me a disgusted look, as though this were all my fault (which yeah, it sort of was) and then turned her attention to a cowering Karly, who was in the corner with a look of shock on her face. Some of her makeup had started to smear down her face unattractively. Damn, I was glad things hadn’t progressed any further. The chick was a total double bagger.

  “Get out of here. Now!” she said harshly, pointing to the door.

  Karly grabbed her purse and hurried out like her round, pert ass was on fire.

  Vivian elbowed me in the gut and I instantly loosened my grip on her arm. She whirled around and shoved her finger into my chest.

  “You are a complete and total jerk! Why do I do bother with you at all? And why can’t you keep it in your pants for one freaking night?” Vivian seethed.

  I should have corrected her. I should have let her know that I had no intentions of screwing Karly or any other girl. Perhaps I should fill her in on the fact that I hadn’t had sex with anyone but her in the last six months. That even when I kissed another girl, it was for one reason only.

  To get this crazy, psychotic girl to lose her shit all over me.

  Because an angry Vivian was addictive. It was the stuff of every one of my fantasies.

  I was fucked up. I was an asshole. I never pretended to be anything else.

  But this hot piece of woman wanted me because of it.

  “If I kept it in my pants, then you couldn’t play with it,” I murmured, wrapping her long hair around my hand and pulling her head back.

  “I hate you!” Vivian hissed, her eyes heated. She licked her lips and I knew from experience that she was soaking wet.

  “No you don’t, baby. You just wish you did,” I grinned. I slid my other hand up the inside of her thigh, pushing her skirt higher as I felt the edge of her panties.

  Vivian’s breathing became erratic as I pushed her underwear to the side and teased her with my finger.

  “You want this?” I growled.

  “No!” Vivian glowered at me. She bit down on her bottom lip as I pushed the tip of my finger inside her, my thumb rubbing lightly against her clit.

  “You sure? Because, baby, I can feel how much you want it. You want it so bad, it’s dripping down your legs,” I whispered, licking the curve of her ear and shoving my finger up inside her perfect warmth.

  I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Her silken heat enveloped my finger and I wished it were my dick.

  And I knew by her body’s reaction and the way Vivian was starting to relax into me, it would be soon enough.

  Someone cleared her throat behind us. I didn’t pull my hand out from between Vivian’s legs, but I did loosen my grip on her hair.

  I had forgotten Maysie was there.

  “Are you serious, Viv? There was another girl in here only thirty seconds ago!”

  Maysie wasn’t my biggest fan. We had clashed a lot over the last few years. When Jordan had suggested we take Maysie on as our band manager, I hadn’t been particularly thrilled with the idea.

  Girls on the road were a bad idea. We were going to be practically living out of Garrett’s van and having to deal with female shit on top of that seemed like a nightmare.

  Plus when Maysie was around, Jordan wasn’t focused on the band. He was focused on his chick and making her happy. That didn’t seem very rock and roll to me.

  We were building an image. We were hardcore dudes with a reputation for awesome music. Having a clingy girlfriend around 24/7 would only cramp our style.

  And I hadn’t been entirely wrong. With Maysie around, none of us felt like we could fart and burp and jerk off the way we wanted to. We had to eat regular meals and stop at Walmart for tampons.

  It drove me freaking nuts. And anytime I had voiced my opinion, Jordan had gone all ‘roid rage. There had been a lot of fights. A lot of threats. I walked out of the band more than once.

  There were times I thought we were destined for a VH1 Behind the Music special before we had even started.

  But then we had started making some cash and could afford to sleep in shitty motels and that gave us all some much needed space. Jordan and Maysie could go do their mushy couple crap and the rest of us wouldn’t feel the need to throw up every time Jordan called Maysie sweet cheeks.

  Obnoxious nicknames aside, I couldn’t completely ignore how it was Maysie who had created our website and maintained our social media. She was the one that started a mailing list and found cheap advertisement for our earlier shows.

  And whether I wanted to admit it or not, I was pretty sure her dedication to Jordan and our band helped get us to where we were now.

  Which was playing bigger shows with a bigger band to bigger crowds.

  The perks were better, the hotels were cleaner, and the women were hotter.

  I was on my way to my own debauched version of happily ever after.

  And always on the side, just where I needed her to be, was Vivian Baily.

  She wasn’t my girlfriend. She wasn’t even my friend really.

  Most days I was convinced we could barely stand each other. She was a whiny, self-involved drama queen. She spent entirely too much time getting ready and freaked out if her hair got messed up.

  She was vain and overly emotional. She spent ninety perc
ent of her life angry. At me.

  But I couldn’t get enough of her.

  She was, without a doubt, the best lay I had ever had.

  And from me, that’s saying something. I was a boy with a super fantastic toy. And that toy was between Vivian’s smooth thighs.

  I was addicted. I couldn’t get enough. Even if we had to do this song and dance to get there in the end, I’d do it. Because the reward was so damn sweet.

  And it was only getting worse. I had never given up regular pussy. If I hadn’t been able to get it from Vivian, I’d get it somewhere else. I was a connoisseur of the ladies. I liked them in all shapes and sizes. Though a pretty face was mandatory. I had experienced my fair share of beer goggles. No one liked a morning after consisting of showing a fugly bed partner to the door.

  Vivian was without a doubt the most gorgeous woman I have ever been with. So I put up with her psychotic tendencies because it was a small price to pay for what I got out of our arrangement.

  Insane, swing from the rafters, go all night sex.

  And I could have it without being expected to call her the next day. Who wouldn’t jump at the chance for such an arrangement?

  It’s a horny man’s dream.

  And goody too shoes Maysie Ardin definitely didn’t get it. She thought I was using Vivian. She thought I took what I wanted and tossed her aside until I wanted her again.

  She didn’t see that we were using each other. That Vivian didn’t want to stick around anymore than I wanted her to stay.

  Vivian got exactly what she wanted when we were together. She was as sex crazed as I was. And if I was the guy she wanted to have stick it to her, then who was I to say no? Just call me a philanthropist. I was doing my part to help out the hot chicks of the world.

  And Vivian Baily was one super hot chick.

  And I had convinced myself it was due to her extreme contortionist abilities that had me abstaining from sex with anyone but Vivian.

  Why settle for a less than adequate substitute when I could hold out for the real thing?

  So let's go back to why I allowed Karly with a K to smear her whore red lipstick all over my mouth. Why, if I wanted Vivian, did I kiss and grope another chick when I knew she’d be looking for me?