Kaylee grinned gratefully “God, yes. Hot rock group?”
I chuckled and confirmed with a nod.
“Then you can definitely count me in” she beamed but it swiftly fell when Luce placed a bowl of her unique cuisine in front of us both.
“Wow” we both breathed together.
CHAPTER 2
The door vibrated under my fist. The music was loud and the party was in full swing as the door opened and a grinning Cam greeted us.
“E” his eyes widened when he spotted Kaylee.
“Hey” I rolled my eyes at his obvious appreciation. His face swung back to me and I tipped my chin towards the hallway. He frowned but then realisation sank in and he moved aside to let us in.
His eyes tracked Kaylee as she pressed passed him.
The music was pumping a rock track as bodies filled every corner of the small house. Cam took my hand and led us straight through and into the kitchen.
People stood around and the table housed a shot competition. I caught Cam’s wink as he tipped his head towards the game and I nodded slyly.
“Guy’s. This is my little sis, E.” Everybody turned to look at me and I shrank a little under the scrutiny.
A guy with the purest white spiky hair I had ever seen stood and stalked over to us. His bright blue eyes twinkled as he perused my body and his grin widened.
His short sleeved T-shirt revealed both arms full of tattoos and I noticed how they reached up his neck and continued onto his face. I knew instinctively that he had a full bodied tattoo.
“Nice” he murmured as his eyes continued their inspection. “How ya doing Spanner?” his rough voice made me smile and he grinned back.
“Spanner?” I queried as Cam snorted beside me and I frowned.
“Yeah Spanner…you tighten my nuts sweetheart” he revealed with a smirk. Luce giggled beside me.
My eyebrows rose and I shook my head in confusion. I didn’t think I warranted this much appreciation.
I knew I wasn’t ugly, just normal really. My wavy brown waist length hair was my best feature and I loved the deep red strip that decorated my fringe but I was tiny, all of 5 foot 2 inches with breasts that echoed my size…small. My tiny waist flowed out to wide hips and, in my opinion, a larger than average bottom.
“E, meet Romeo, lead Guitarist of Room 103” Cam’s voice sliced my thoughts.
Romeo held out his hand and I hesitantly gripped it “Real names Daniel Wolfe, but everyone calls me Romeo…you can call me anything you want” he revealed with a wink.
I instantly thought that his name was very appropriate for his personality, as another man approached us. “And this here is Ethan Hart AKA Boss, drummer and manager of Room 103.”
“Boss, meet E, Cam’s little sister” Romeo introduced.
I flicked my eyes over Boss quickly. He looked normal enough. His long blonde hair was pulled into a pony at the nape of his neck and from what I could see he only sported one single tattoo beneath his ear ‘Room 103’.
As soon as he opened his mouth I realised looks can be deceiving.
“Sweetness. Fuck!” he growled as he cupped his crotch. My eyes widened at his greeting.
Cam coughed faintly. “Boss!” he warned.
Boss flung his head back and laughed loudly and I realised he was high. “Simmer Cam. You never said your sister was a fucking walking wet dream.”
What did I say to that?
Luce nudged me and I eyed her apprehensively. Her eyes were full of humour but mine didn’t reflect hers. Boss gave me the shivers and I swiftly placed my hand on Cam’s forearm before he floored Boss, giving him a slight shake of my head.
“Fuck Boss! Leave the poor girl alone, you’ll scare the shit out of her” I spun round at the voice and was met with a face full of piercings, sparkly blue eyes and a close shaven head.
“Chase Donnelly, bass guitar, but everyone calls me Bulk” I smiled in appreciation for the diversion of Boss. He winked as though he could read my thoughts.
“Bulk?” I asked as I regarded all his piercings. He was decorated with 2 eyebrow bars, 3 lip rings, at least 8 studs in each ear, and a few in his nose with some dermal piercings on his neck.
Boss snorted beside me “You sure you wanna know the answer to that question baby?”
I nodded faintly, now comprehending why they called him ‘Bulk’…obviously a reference to his man parts.
Bulk winked and surveyed the room with a frown “Where’s Jax?”
They all rotated their heads and then shrugged, together as one, and I fought the smile as I took in their simultaneous motions.
“Most likely fucking!” Boss declared before sitting at the table and then patted the chair beside him. “Come on E. Let’s get you naked or pissed” he smirked and I pursed my lips.
Hesitantly sitting beside him I shuffled my chair a little further away. He grinned and nudged his closer, giving me a sly grin.
Rolling my eyes I smiled at the rest of the game players.
“Flip, sip or strip” Boss declared and I nodded. “You know how to play hot stuff?”
“Sure” I nodded and smiled when I felt Cam’s hands settle on my shoulders and squeeze.
Boss gestured to the other three people sat at the table “Greg, Harvey and Jess.”
They each smiled at me and I returned my own before Boss slapped the coin in the middle of the table “Youngest goes first.”
All eyes rolled to me and I shrugged and nodded.
“Call” Jess shouted as I flipped the coin.
“Heads.”
Boss chuckled when it landed on tails “Sip or strip baby!”
Giving him a coy look I tipped back the shot, slamming the glass down as I passed him the coin.
“Call” I said as he chose heads. It was tails.
“Sip or strip baby” I winked. He side huddled me “I think I like you” he smirked.
The game continued until Boss and Greg were slaughtered and donning only boxers, Harvey had already passed out under the table and Jess was well on her way with just underwear and I was sat in jeans and my bra, untouched by the alcohol.
“Winner” Boss declared and raised my arm in the air.
The room exploded in applause and I chuckled as the kitchen door flung open with a bang and a tall slim girl burst in.
Her manic eyes scanned the room and dropped onto Boss. “Sort him the fuck out” she raged, her face tight with her rage.
Boss flung his head back and laughed heartily. “Fuck Fran, you should know him by now” he shrugged, completely disregarding her argument.
Fran growled at him “I’m fucking done!” Boss shrugged again as she stormed through the outside door, slamming it loudly behind her.
“Oops” a husky voice spoke behind us and we all turned to look.
He was Hot, Oh God, he was very hot!
His deep green eyes landed on mine before they fell to my chest, widening in appreciation as he spotted the single dermal piercing I had in the centre of my breastbone. His lips curled upwards before he shifted his gaze back to my face.
He was topless, just wearing faded blue jeans hung low on his hips and I caught my breath at his physique. He had muscles where they should be on a man; strong pecs and defined abs with strong arms, his right nipple was pierced and his right arm was sleeved with ink.
Just above each hip displayed a wing tattoo beside his man trial but it was his face that held me.
He was stunning. His short spiked black hair flattered his strong facial features, from his sharp eyes to his slightly stubbled square chin. His chiselled cheekbones screamed masculinity and even his straight nose fitted the image.
He was pure rock star.
But once again, don’t judge a book by its cover!
“Babe!” was all he said, his gravelly tone sending a shiver up my spine.
His cocky eyebrows lifted high on his face as his eyes roamed back over me, coming to a halt on my bra covered breasts.
I had been eye-
fucked plenty of times in my short 18 years, but I had never been eye-fucked like this before…hard and brutally against an imaginary wall, at a thousand powerful thrusts per second.
I nearly orgasmed just from the sensation he pounded into me from those stern green eyes.
Christ!
“Jax, this is my sister, E.” Cam introduced before leaning into his ear “I’ll warn you once, out of bounds!”
Jax swung his eyes to Cam with a sly grin.
“I mean it Jax. She doesn’t need your shit man” Cam defended and I bristled slightly at Cam’s warning. I could handle myself. I’d been doing it long before now.
Jax held up his hands in defence. “Sure” but he flicked his gaze back on me, his lips twitching with humour. His cockiness twinkled through his eyes and I decided I didn’t like him.
Just like that!
I diverted my gaze back to the table and downed another shot. “Hell Hot stuff, where the hell are you putting them?” Boss asked as he swung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close.
I winked. “Stuff doesn’t touch me…immune” I disclosed with a wry smile.
He laughed loudly and squeezed me tight “Fuck baby, you could have warned us.”
I scrunched up my nose and shoulder bumped him “Where’s the fun in that?”
“My turn” Kaylee announced and I shifted out of the chair for her to take over.
As I turned I saw Jax still eyeing me. His gaze dropped to my chest as I pulled my T-shirt back on and I cocked my head at him apologetically.
He beamed at me before winking and disappeared from the room.
A few hours later, Kaylee had mysteriously disappeared with Cam, Luce was slumped in a corner of the sofa unconscious and Boss had finally decided I wasn’t going to relent and give him the blow job he’d been asking for, for the last hour. So swiping another bottle of beer, I took myself and it out into the fresh air.
The weed inside the house was making me slightly light headed and I was struggling to focus.
I leant onto the railing of the decking and appreciated Cam’s house for the first time.
It was a stark contrast to my dorm. Boasting six bedrooms, the detached Georgian house still sported some of its original features complete with exquisite cornices, sash windows and panelled rooms.
The furnishings were sparse but then again it was occupied by six males and I didn’t think they would value lots of decorative items.
My dorm however had crumbling plaster, cold rooms and threadbare carpets and a thin coating of what can only be described as ‘stained off-white’ painted walls and I chuckled to myself as I compared the two, their similarities were worlds apart.
A sound from down the garden caught my attention and I focussed my eyes to the darkness. My breath caught when I spotted the source of the noise.
Jax was sat on the garden bench with a redhead straddled across his lap, her body wildly bobbing up and down, while her head rested against his shoulder as she tried to muffle her moans of pleasure.
My eyes found Jax’s and I inhaled deeply as his dark gaze held me, his eyes penetrating straight through me, whilst refusing to release me as erotic hedonism blazed in his tight features.
His teeth sank into his bottom lip and his eyes fired wildly as he climaxed all while continuing to hold me hostage with his eyes.
A cocky smile appeared on his face as he winked at me.
I gasped when I finally pulled away and turned back to the house without giving him another glance.
I pulled heavily on my beer when I found the safety of the kitchen.
What the hell had happened? I was all too aware with the way Jax had looked at me as he orgasmed, that he was connecting with me. His desire for me all too evident on his face.
I just hoped mine wasn’t displayed as brightly as his had been.
I couldn’t quite understand how I felt. Yes, desire had been one of the feelings but then again disgust had filtered through somewhere. Shock? Hell yes, but there was something else, something I refused to accept.
Jealousy.
CHAPTER 3
The week passed all too quickly; most of it filled with inductions, tours and meet and greets at uni, some of it consumed by shifts at ‘Z Bar’ and a little of it finally decorating my room with Luce’s artwork.
I enjoyed her art. It was a mixture of traditional but with a contemporary twist.
My room now displayed a large beach scene that completely covered the back wall. Its tranquil scene radiated serenity but stood in the centre of the sand was me, well a rock version of me, stood on a mini stage. My long hair was mused sexily, my make-up wild and shocking, my body modelled tight leather trousers and bustier and I was rocking out, a mic stand before me as I played guitar.
I adored it.
The smaller wall of my room hung a painting of Luce and I, both of us happily grinning widely but the background was filled with an array of clouds, the whole effect made it look like we were floating.
I loved it.
Luce had made me drape electric blue fairy lights around the ceiling and the small wall above my bed exhibited my pride and joy. My 1959 Gibson Les Paul Custom Guitar signed by the Riff Lord himself, Slash.
It was my most prized possession, and probably worth more than my life.
***
Saturday night my shift at ‘Z’ started fairly quiet until the resident band strolled in at 9:30.
Room 103 played every Saturday night and I soon discovered how popular they were.
Trish, the bar attendant who was working with me tonight had already warned me that when the band played, so did the students…hard!
Each band member approached the bar and when Boss spotted me he grinned widely, drum rolled loudly on the bar with his palms, vaulted over it, lifted me high and gave me a full on snog. The crowd cheered as he stood on the bar and whistled loudly.
“Fuck Guy’s! I’m dedicating tonight’s show to this fucking hot babe here” he grinned wickedly at me before turning back to the crowd. “Who thinks she should initiate her employment in Z with a FUCKING BODY SHOT?”
The room exploded in applause, whoops and whistles as I rolled my eyes.
Boss beamed and gestured to the bar with a tilt of his chin. “Everybody give it up for E” he yelled as I climbed up, and then turned to Trish. “Hit it Trish” he shouted as Def Leppards ‘Pour some sugar on me’ filled the room at a deafening level and the mass of students went wild.
As I lay down on the bar, Trish brought over the items needed and the crowd parted as Jax appeared before me with a wicked smile.
“Boss?” I asked as I glared at him. He shook his head slowly “Me Babe.”
Trish nudged me and I nodded my confirmation as she placed the shot glass between my cleavage, one I had managed to produce by squeezing my boobs together with my arms.
Luckily my work uniform consisted of a tight black v neck T-shirt so I didn’t have to remove any item of clothing.
Jax held my eyes with his as he gripped the hem of my shirt and gathered it teasingly slowly under my breasts. His eyes flicked over my stomach and then he quickly dipped down, running his tongue slowly around my navel.
My breath caught in my throat at the sensation. As if sensing my reaction, his eyes looked up at me and darkened. Wow, they were almost black and I gasped.
Quickly diverting my gaze as Trish filled the glass with tequila and gently held the wedge of lime for me to take between my teeth, Jax poured the salt on the wet section of skin.
The crowd erupted in a chant. “Body Shot, Body Shot, Body Shot!” as Jax unhurriedly licked the salt in one continuous swipe of his tongue. I closed my eyes and swallowed heavily as desire soared through me.
Fight it E!
Jax’s lips and tongue unhurriedly ventured up over my rib cage and when he hit my shirt he lifted up, placed his lips and teeth around the glass and flung his head back, swilling the alcohol back in one.
The crowd approved raucously and then starte
d stamping their feet in synchronized rhythm as Jax whipped away the glass before leaning down and wrapping his lips around the lime.
His eyes seized mine intensely as he sucked on the lime and mimicked a kissing motion.
My breathing deepened as I stared right back at him, the feeling of his warm breath wisping over me didn’t help the arousal situation.
I frowned when he continued to suck on the lime. Nobody could withstand it that long.
Eventually he pulled away, gave me a knicker combusting smile as the throng applauded rowdily and held his hand out to me.
I smiled faintly but shook my head in amusement and placed my hand in his.
A sensation shot through me and I shivered at his touch. Jax frowned deeply and then narrowed his eyes on me.
I lowered my face as he helped me down off the bar and as I turned to pull my shirt down his hand wrapped around my arm, stopping my movement.
I started to turn around to him but he held me still and I gasped as his fingertip delicately ran along the tattoo at the base of my back.
His mouth rested beside my ear and I closed my eyes, holding my breath at his intimacy “If you’re going through hell, keep going” he whispered, reading the words from my ink.
“Winston Churchill” I informed him softly.
I really didn’t like the sensation of his mouth so close to me and I turned my head away.
“Fucking E babe…all fucking E” his gruff voice rumbled beside me.
I shivered and closed my eyes before spinning round.
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