A Radical Rock Stars Novella
by Jenna Galicki
Epilogue by Brandon Bullet of Bulletproof
CONTENTS
Credits and Copyright
Synopsis
Acknowledgement from the Band
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Epilogue by Brandon Bullet
Other Books by the Author
Sample – The Prince of Punk Rock
Sample – The Undercover Rock Star
About the Author
Credits:
Photo: Taria Reed, The Reed Files
Cover Design: Taria Reed and Chloe Belle Arts
Copyright and Disclaimer:
Copyright © by Jenna Galicki
This book is not transferable. It is for your own personal use. If it is sold, shared, or given away, it is an infringement of the copyright of this work. No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author or publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or yet to be born, is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional.
The book is for mature audiences only.
Synopsis:
Even rock stars get star-struck. Meeting heavy metal icon Brandon Bullet is a dream come true for Tommy Blade. When Immortal Angel decides to add Tommy’s rock star idol as a guest singer to their set at the Get Rocked Festival, sparks fly and egos collide.
Angel Garcia, Immortal Angel’s flashy frontman, isn’t happy about sharing the spotlight or Tommy’s attention. That all changes once Angel has a mind-blowing rehearsal with the charismatic lead singer of Bulletproof.
The sexual chemistry on stage between Angel and Brandon is something Tommy never counted on. Now he’s forced to watch his husband and his idol strut on stage together and share a connection that, up until now, only he and Angel shared. The guest appearance by Tommy’s rock star idol just lost most of its appeal.
Commissioned to design custom-made rock and roll attire, even Angel and Tommy’s wife Jessi gets one-on-one time with Brandon Bullet.
Taking a back seat wasn’t on the agenda. Add Angel and Brandon’s secret rehearsals together, and Tommy is left in the shadows wondering exactly what’s going on between the two.
Like everything else in Tommy’s life, it all unfolds on stage.
Epilogue by Brandon Bullet of Bulletproof.
For the Fans,
Thanks for always being there! You rock!
Tommy Blade pulled the drapes wide open and marveled at the activity and buzz of the Vegas Strip below. “Hello, Sin City!” His wife Jessi and his husband Angel joined him at the window. Although there was ample room for them to admire the view along the wall-to-wall glass, he was sandwiched between them – exactly how he preferred it.
“I love this place,” Angel said. “It’s filled with such energy and debauchery. What do you want to do first?” He leaned over so he could look at Jessi. “Shopping?”
She smiled back at him. “You know me so well.”
Those two were so fucking alike sometimes it was scary. With the Get Rocked Festival this weekend, the Strip was packed with dozens of music-related things to do, and those two wanted to go shopping. There was an exhibit on the first floor of the Venetian that showcased vintage guitars and memorabilia of legendary rock stars that Tommy was itching to see, but he knew he was outvoted.
Jessi slid her arm around his waist and looked up at him. Her bright pink hair was the same color as the neon lights that flashed outside the window. “What do you want to do, baby?” she asked.
“I really want to meet some of the other bands that are playing this weekend.” What Tommy really meant was that he wanted to meet Brandon Bullet of Bulletproof. Bulletproof was at the top of their game within the heavy metal genre, and Brandon Bullet was the rock god of rock gods as far as Tommy was concerned. He glanced over at Angel. Well, maybe one rock god outshined Brandon Bullet.
Now a punk rock guitarist, it seemed like a million years ago since Tommy had last played in a heavy metal band. Hard rock music was still at his core, though, and would forever be forged into his soul. His infusion of metal into the fast-paced beats of punk rock was as natural to him as music itself. It’s what made a name for himself in the industry. He loved playing punk rock, but he really wanted to play a head-banging, heavy metal song in front of an audience again.
“We can go shopping tomorrow,” Angel said. “Let’s find something to do tonight that we’d all enjoy.”
Tommy pushed his long blond hair behind his ears and smiled. He was thinking of something that involved satin sashes and the headboard, but Angel was scrolling through his iPad searching for somewhere for them to go tonight.
“Did you know that the bronze lion in front of the MGM weighs 50 tons?” Angel turned his iPad around to show Tommy and Jessi a photo of the oversized sculpture.
“I know what it looks like!” Tommy laughed and motioned toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. “We just passed it on the way in.”
“Fine.” Angel pursed his lips together and returned his attention to his iPad. “That’s the last time I enlighten you with geographical trivia.”
Jessi crossed her fingers, looked at Tommy, and silently mouthed, “Thank you!”
Tommy held back a laugh and pulled her in for a kiss, hoping to steer the evening’s activities in another direction.
“I think we should start with a gondola ride,” Angel said, interrupting Tommy and Jessi’s kiss. “Then visit Vince Neil’s Tatuado.”
Tommy’s arms slipped from around Jessi’s waist and fell to his sides. They were always in and out of Vegas so fast that he still hadn’t visited the Mötley Crüe-inspired eatery. These days, tours consisted of hauling kids, nannies, and a tour bus the size of a mobile home across the country. There wasn’t time to do much of anything in the cities Immortal Angel visited while on the road, so these few extra days in Vegas offered them a much-needed vacation.
Jessi checked on the kids, asleep in their rooms. She tiptoed over to Lucas and watched him. His platinum blond hair fell in soft wisps across the pillow. It was already long enough to touch his shoulders, but he refused to let her cut even an inch off. “I want it like Daddy,” he would say every time she mentioned a trim. With his bright blue eyes, blond locks, and the same love and innate talent for the guitar, he really was a miniature version of Tommy. She kissed his forehead and checked on Tessa next. The poor girl was exhausted. Tessa refused to nap today and spent the last few hours on the bus dancing around and entertaining everyone with reproductions of her favorite Disney movies. Jessi picked up Tessa’s doll from the foot of the bed and placed it in Tessa’s arms. She kissed her daughter on the cheek and left the night-light on in case she woke.
Sofia, the kids’ nanny, sat on the couch in the living room listening to Angel’s rundown of where they were headed. She’d been with them since Tessa was a few weeks old, but Angel still acted as if it was the first time she’d be alone with the kids. “They’ll be fine, Angel.”
“I know. I just worry. Are the kids OK?”
“Sound asleep.”
“Did you call security?” Angel asked Tommy.
“Yeah. They’re going to meet us at the elevator bank in the lobby. Ready to go?”
Jessi grabbed her handbag, and the trio left the suite for their first night in Vegas. Since only thos
e in possession of a card key to the penthouse floor were able to access the private elevator, the ride down to the first floor didn’t necessitate an escort. The hallway was empty, and Jessi wondered who occupied the other suites on the floor. The Get Rocked Festival was taking place at the Las Vegas Speedway, 20 minutes from the Strip, so she had no idea if other bands would also be staying at any of the hotel casinos before the festival. When the elevator didn’t come right away, she pressed the call button repeatedly. “Where is this thing?” It finally arrived but took a few seconds for the doors to open.
Angel held the doors for Jessi and Tommy and then pressed the button for the lobby.
The elevator car took off slowly then dipped very quickly, causing Jessi’s stomach to flip-flop. She held onto the handrail and looked at Tommy and Angel, a nervous flutter crawling up her spine. “What the hell was that?”
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Angel said, trying to reassure her.
The elevator hiccupped again, and then came to a hard stop.
“Oh, fuck.” Tommy inspected the buttons on the panel. “Should I hit the alarm?”
“Give it a second,” Angel replied. “Maybe it’ll start back up on its own.”
Jessi wasn’t claustrophobic, but she didn’t want to be trapped in an eight-by-eight box 30 stories high. She imagined they were stuck between floors and would need to be rescued through a small opening at the top of the elevator doors. The image of a bunch of handsome firefighters coming to their aid suddenly filled her head and brought a tiny smile to her lips.
Angel quirked an eyebrow at her. “What are you smiling at?”
“Nothing.” She knew that he was thinking the exact same thing, and they shared a quiet laugh.
A voice came through the speaker. “We’ll have the car moving shortly. Please stay calm. Our in-house elevator maintenance crew is looking into the problem.”
“Thanks.” Tommy was notably relieved. “Are we the only ones stuck?” He waited a few seconds for a reply. “Hello?”
“I don’t think they can hear us.” Angel checked the panel. “There’s no intercom button.”
A few minutes ticked by without an announcement, and it made Jessi uneasy. Her kids were upstairs. If they needed her, she had no idea when she’d be able to get to them. She checked her phone, but there was no service.
“Mine doesn’t work either,” Angel had the same tremor of concern in his voice.
Tommy, their rock, put a hand on each of their shoulders for reassurance. “Just take it easy. We haven’t been gone that long. I’m sure the kids are still asleep.”
Jessi took a deep breath and looked at Angel. He nodded, but she saw the worry still creasing his brow.
“Come on you two.” Tommy pulled them closer. “Stop worrying.” His hand slipped lower and settled on Jessi’s waist. Contact with his body immediately sent a shimmer of heat through her. The muscle in his thigh pressed against her leg, and his bicep pushed into her spine. Her body gravitated to his, and all apprehension about their predicament was replaced by lust for the man she loved. She leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Angel’s hands also circled Tommy’s midsection, and he leaned forward to catch Jessi’s eye.
Tommy chuckled. “Knock it off you guys. We’re going to be moving in a few seconds.”
The voice came over the loudspeaker again. “It’s going to be about fifteen minutes while the mechanic replaces a part. Everything is under control.”
“We can do so much in fifteen minutes,” Angel said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Tommy pointed to the camera behind the small rectangular black glass on the wall. “They can see us. Do you know how much the paparazzi would pay for a sex tape of the three of us? I’m shocked they haven’t gotten one of us already.”
That certainly put a damper on the idea of having a little fun in the elevator, but Jessi didn’t let that stop her. She fished in her handbag for something to cover the camera lens. She pulled the cardboard backing off a notepad and wedged it into the frame of the glass. Satisfied by her ingenuity, she sashayed up to Tommy and ran a finger across his mountainous pecs. “Now no one can see a thing.”
“I love your resourcefulness,” Angel said, moving closer to Tommy from the other side.
Tommy leaned his head back and let out a small chuckle. His beautiful smile lit up his face, and his gorgeous blue eye sparkled as he looked from Jessi to Angel. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
Jessi’s lips went to Tommy’s neck, and she got lost in the scent of his masculinity. The strength of his arm, as it wrapped around her back, made her inhale a deep breath. He pressed his cheek against hers, and a hint of razor stubble scrubbed her face. She felt Angel on the other side of Tommy, digging his hand into the waistband of Tommy’s jeans. She unbuckled Tommy’s belt and Angel pulled down the zipper. They both took hold of Tommy’s T-shirt and lifted it over his head. Tommy kissed her, and it sent a bolt of sensations over her body. As his tongue dipped into her mouth, he backed her into the wall. Angel pressed himself against Tommy from behind, pushing Tommy’s erection into her hip.
She watched Angel’s lips caress Tommy’s shoulder, his black hair mixing with the blond strands of Tommy’s tresses. Her two men kissed, offering a sensual view of their tongues twirling and lapping circles around the other. Overheated and tingling with desire, she breathed heavily while she pulled her top over her head. Her nakedness caught Tommy’s attention, and his eyes went to her breasts. He reached around her back, his hands hot on her flesh, and unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor. Her exposed nipples hardened, begging to be fondled. “Touch me,” she whispered. Both Tommy and Angel obeyed. Tommy’s hands covered her breasts; Angel’s dusted over her ribs and waist. The calloused fingertips on Tommy’s left hand, the result of years of playing the guitar, contrasted with the smoothness of Angel’s palms. It was an erotic combination of rough and smooth across her skin. She pressed her mouth to Tommy’s and pulled at Angel’s shirt. He discarded it and leaned against Tommy. Her hand went to Angel’s back and held them together, his Latin flesh warm to the touch.
Tommy’s open zipper allowed his erection to burst through the center of his jeans. Jessi reached for it, while Angel pulled Tommy’s pants to the floor. Tommy stepped out of them, and stood fully naked. He looked as handsome as the day they had met, and she stopped to admire his body. Although his football days were long gone, he retained the broad shoulders, and tattoos enhanced the muscular arc of his chest now. She traced the kids’ names stenciled over his heart with her finger, then her lips. She didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as she loved Tommy, until Angel joined their marriage. She looked passed Tommy, and Angel returned her gaze. He gave her a warm smile, and took her chin in his hand. He kissed her, hard and commanding, over Tommy’s shoulder. Between them, Tommy thrust his hips against her. Wetness filled her pussy, and it throbbed for contact. She opened her jeans, pushed them down, and Tommy helped her remove them.
When she looked up, Angel was also naked. Her two men were in front of her, one blond and fair, the other dark and hypnotic. They turned to one another, their arousal clearly evident across their faces and in their upright cocks. They each had a lustful hue in their eyes as they stared at one another. Angel reached out first and took Tommy’s face in his hands. He placed a hard kiss on Tommy’s mouth, which made Tommy buckle at the knees slightly. Angel always had that effect on him and on Jessi as well. Angel exuded confidence in everything he did – in his walk, on stage, in his kiss, and in his lovemaking. He rotated his mouth over Tommy’s with authority. The muscles in his biceps flexed as he held their husband. His fingers pushed through Tommy’s hair and tilted his face upwards. A glimpse of tongue made Jessi sigh. It was as if she was watching an erotic sex show, just for her, and sometimes she preferred to sit back and view the two men pleasure each other. They both pulled her in to join their kiss in a three-way lashing of tongues. Hands roamed each other’s bodies. A mouth was
on her breast. A hand slid between her legs. She had Tommy’s cock in her fist and Angel’s butt in her palm.
She was flat against the wall again, but this time they were both on her. Tommy was on his knees, his mouth between her legs, licking and sucking her clit. His fingers spread her pussy and his shoulder supported one of her legs. Angel held her by the torso; otherwise, she thought she’d fall. Not from the awkward position, but from the overload of stimulation and arousal of these two gorgeous men fondling her body. While Tommy’s mouth brought her pleasure, Angel kissed her. His cock hit her side, and she stroked it. One of his hands moved to her breast, and his thumb rotated over her nipple until she thought it would explode from the onslaught of sensations.
“Get down here,” Tommy called to Angel. “Let’s pleasure our wife together.”
There was a time when Angel only touched Tommy, and she had longed for sexual contact with him. Even though she had always known Angel was a gay man, her body had ached for him, and her heart had been wounded at their limited physical contact during their lovemaking in the past. Those days seemed so long ago, and she couldn’t imagine how she had endured them. Now, Angel desired her. Their commitment ceremony and the years together had brought them to a level of closeness that neither had expected. Angel had never been with another woman. Never desired another woman. She was his first. His one and only. And nothing made her feel more special.
Both on their knees, they took turns licking her. First, it was Tommy’s self-assured and confident tongue, then Angel’s aggressive mouth driving her insane with their combined oral techniques. Angel moved behind her and pulled her butt cheeks open. He rimmed her from the back, while Tommy took control of her clit. Angel delivered sensations from behind, while Tommy took care of her from the front. Their tongues met in the middle and twirled together. They were tongue kissing between her legs, licking her and licking each other at the same time. Nothing ever felt as deliciously erotic as her two husbands connecting between her legs did.
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