Rock Gods: Baden

by Brandy Munroe

  “Yes, I did,” I proudly admitted. “However, it is late afternoon and not bedtime. We have plenty of time to get physical and not let it hamper the quality of sleep we receive tonight.”

  “Damn, you managed to get that out with a straight face.” Crystal stared at me, eyes glowing with lust.

  Oh yeah, she was going to be tempted into some sexy fun times at the McMansion this afternoon, and none of them had anything to do with sleep.

  She pulled me by the hand.

  “Come on, let's go. I will need to pack a bag if I am going to spend the night sleeping at your place. I don’t want to have to rush to get up tomorrow to go home and change. Our presence is required early enough without having the extra stop.”

  “Be sure to pack a bathing suit,” I told her. “It might be nice to have a soak in the hot tub to help us relax before bedtime.” What I was thinking was that the hot tub would relax our sore muscles after our physical activity portion of the afternoon concluded.

  “I’ll set the temperature control so that it’s not too hot or harsh for your sensitive skin.” The research I had done on her albinism left a lot of holes. This was something I was going to have to push for deeper details. I would never want to inadvertently do something that was going to cause Crystal any harm. Physically or emotionally.

  I had scoffed at Maddox at how quickly he fell in love with his girlfriend Kitt. I attributed it to the fact that they knew each other as kids. Now I had my doubts that had anything to do with their growing affection for each other.

  I had not known Crystal that long, and I was already forming deep-rooted feelings for her. She enthralled me at first sight. After hearing how she pulled herself up after the roadblocks life had thrown at her, I was more than entranced.

  I was falling in love.

  And instead of reversing my car and heading in the other direction, I was sitting in Crystal’s driveway smiling like a loon and waiting for her to pack a bag.

  Before she made it down the stairs, I rushed to open the passenger door for her. As I got back behind the driver's seat, I watched as Jade and Kestrel pulled up on his big ass Harley.

  I look over at Crystal. “Are Jade and Kestrel going to be abiding by the same rules as you and I on this tour?”

  Chapter 32

  Crystal

  I chuckled at his inquisition. “Of course Kestrel and Jade are going to abide by the same rules. We all are. We dubbed the bus The Ladies Lair, and no boys allowed.”

  It was Baden’s turn to be amused by my proclamation. “What are we, twelve? ‘No boys allowed’,” he air quoted while mimicking my tone.

  “It’ll be fine, Baden,” I assured him. “Theo is giving us plenty of downtime during this tour. We’re touring major cities, not backwater biker bars. ReInVented is beyond playing in run-down bars and fairs in the middle of bum fuck nowhere.”

  I ran my hand along his leg. “Think of all the broom closets we can christen along the way.” I licked my lips and squeezed his thigh, which pulled a low growl out of him.

  “Maybe I want more than a quick fuck in a broom closet? Maybe I want to spend my downtime cuddling my girlfriend after we make love,” he teased with a wink and a wicked smirk.

  “There will be plenty of time for that as well,” I confirmed. “Plus sightseeing,” I added. “This will be the first time that I’ve traveled outside of the States,” I excitedly proclaimed. “I’ve made a list of places I want to see while traveling.”

  “I thought you traveled with other bands you’ve played with?” Baden sputtered in confusion.

  “I did,” I nodded. "Small bars and festivals. Nothing on this scale, and nothing outside of the United States. I didn’t even have a passport until recently. I never needed one.”

  “What about your honeymoon? Surely you had planned on taking one when you were with what’s his name.” The look of concern on Baden’s face that I might have been missing out on something warmed me.

  “All those plans were contingent on us finishing college. I would have applied for one when the time came. However, that time never came,” I sighed at the memory of how my life had not turned out as I had always thought it would.

  Having gone through what I did made me stronger. Gave me new goals and aspirations. I wanted to think I would have been happy living that other life. That was no longer the case. I could never return to that lifestyle.

  Not now that I had the thrill of being on stage. The rush of performing in front of a live audience and the adrenaline from the cheers and applause. And let us not forget about the great sex I have had since I’d shed my conservative notions of what sex was supposed to mean.

  I had loved what’s his name, as Baden calls him. Sex with him had been sweet and comfortable. With my new found sexual independence, I’d come to realize that the sweet, comfortable sex was merely mediocre sex.

  We were each other's firsts as teenagers. As hurt as I was about being dumped so what’s his name could sow his wild oats, in hindsight, he had done us a favor. I had to wonder if we would have evolved as lovers or remained stagnant from never having experienced anyone else.

  “All that is water under the bridge, Baden. Now I want to look forward to all the new adventures being on tour is going to bring.” I removed my hand that had been stroking his inner thigh and grazed his cheek and unshaven jaw. “And I want to experience them with you, only you.”

  It didn’t take us long to arrive at the McMansion. After all, Tranquility was a small, seaside town. It was Theo’s home town, and after the accident that ended his career as a professional drummer, he settled here and took over Bentley Records. The outdated studio had been a subsidiary of Bentley Communications for decades. Its previous function was to award scholarships and support to the arts as tax write-offs for its parent company.

  There were days I had a hard time connecting the impeccable suited, well educated Theo Bentley with the drunken party rock god T-Bent that had been exploited in the tabloids. But better than anyone, I should know never to believe what was written in those rag magazines.

  Even if all of those explicit stories were true, I didn’t give a rat’s ass. Who Theo Bentley was had no bearing on the man he is now. The man who was willing to take a chance on an unknown because he recognized the talent blazing within.

  As soon as Baden parked the vehicle, I jumped out, grabbing my backpack, and booted up the front steps of the McMansion. I took off up the stairs and hurriedly began stripping the minute I entered Baden’s bedroom.

  No sense in wasting time. It was acutely stated that we were coming here for an afternoon of sexy times.

  Let the fun begin.

  I was surprised that I had the time to undress and situate myself comfortably on Baden’s king-size bed before he sauntered into the room, kicking the door closed behind him.

  His tall frame loomed at the bottom of the bed as he drank me in. His eyes burned with lust and desire. He licked his lips as if anticipating where he planned on putting his mouth.

  I, in turn, shuddered at the very same thought. Would he claim my mouth, or would he devour my more sensitive lips before preparing me for his large, virile cock?

  I pointed to his attire.

  “A little overdressed for the occasion, don’t you think?” Especially since I had already taken the liberty of discarding all my clothing.

  “Just enjoying the view.” His body was vibrating with need.

  I took my middle finger and sucked it slowly into my mouth, releasing it with a resounding pop. I traced a path past my tits and down my stomach until I reached the spot between my legs that was aching for attention.

  Speaking of attention, well, that certainly got Baden’s.

  He bent over to untie his boots. He pulled them off and tossed them aside.

  Meanwhile, I was drawing long, slow circles around my clit, hoping it would entice him to hurry the fuck up.

  It didn’t.

  He reached behind his back and pulled his grey fitted t-shirt over
his head. He tossed it aside with his boots. I loved the broad width of his shoulders and the hard planes of his abs as they tapered into a perfect V.

  His chest rose and fell in rhythm with mine as I continued to manipulate my clit, never losing eye contact. His slow striptease did nothing to appease my throbbing core. At this rate, I was going to finish myself off before he got started.

  My eyes followed his hands as he unbuckled his signature studded leather belt. He popped the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. His pants hit the ground with a thud.

  “Oh sweet Jesus, commando,” I breathed, taking in his nakedness.

  His cock jutted out like a flagpole. Hard, long, thick and blue. There was no need for Baden to stoke it. It was already at full mast.

  My ministrations and most likely the sight of the gorgeous naked rock god in front me had my pussy dripping.

  “Please, Baden, no more teasing,” I pleaded. “I need you inside me now.”

  I didn’t have to beg twice. He expertly sheathed his beautiful cock and crawled up my body, settling between my open, welcoming thighs.

  We both let out a relieved moan as he thrust his hips and filled me to the hilt. He stilled for a few seconds allowing me to conform to his massive manhood before he began to move. We found our rhythm and bucked and ground against each other, both seeking the release we so desperately were grasping for.

  I’d read an article that stated that from the time a man develops an erection to the time he orgasms was approximately seven minutes. Baden was not going to last seven seconds, let alone seven minutes. I was going to make every one of those seconds count.

  I tilted my hips so that his cock grazed my clit with each stroke. I brushed away a bead of sweat that had formed on his eyebrows. He slowed his pace, and his breath came out in short gasping pants, not unlike my own. I had been with Baden enough times to know he was very close to climaxing.

  And damned if he was going to let himself go over without me.

  Fitting his hand between us, he found my sensitive nub, hard, and swollen with need. He rolled it between his forefinger and thumb. The minute Baden’s cock swelled, he pinched my greedy clit, and I was rewarded with a blinding cosmic orgasm.

  As much as I had come to learn to appreciate Baden’s body language, he had also taken the time to learn every inch of mine. Together we were the perfect sexual couple.

  I prayed we fit together as well in other areas.

  My father always told me the best way to find out if you are going to be able to live with someone was to travel together. How they handled themselves when there were delays and things didn't go according to plan would show their true colors.

  People could hide behind false smiles and accolades.

  Baden and I would be traveling together for the next six months.

  Would he continue to be the Baden Dogger I’d had the pleasure of getting to know?

  Or would he be tempted to revert to his old dominant party boy ways as Bad Dog?

  Chapter 33

  Baden

  Time was slipping away from us. We tracked Fun and Burn in five days. I spent my nights with Crystal lying in my arms. And my days were filled with final rehearsals with ReInVented before the charity festival that was going to kick off the tour.

  The early release of our new album was gaining momentum thanks to Anita’s expertise. We did one last live performance at the same club that Divine Chrysalis had their debut. It was Crystal’s turn to sit in the audience and get the full effect of the charm and charisma her rock star boyfriend projected on stage.

  Only she wasn’t paying attention to me. She was accepting a drink from a tall, good looking man. Long hair, tattoo sleeves on each of his arms. I watched as he pulled up a seat and wedged himself between Jade and Crystal. I couldn’t let my concentration waver. This final set was almost finished, and then I would be able to go over and stake my claim.

  She appeared exceptionally friendly towards the intruder. Almost as if she knew him. Could this be someone from her past? Another musician? One of her obligatory fuck buddies? My chest tightened, and rage began to seep into my veins.

  Crystal had never given me any reason to be jealous of any other man since we had been together. However, the way he leaned in to talk into her ear… His hand on her arm… It all spoke of familiarity. A familiarity that I was not at all comfortable with.

  The only other time I had experienced this kind of emotion was when I found my girlfriend in my best friend’s bed. Crystal was nothing like Jen. She was not going to cast me aside for some wannabe rock star poser.

  Still, something was tugging at the periphery of my mind.

  At the end of our show, the guy who was sitting too close to Crystal approached the stage. “Great set,” he praised as we began to clear the stage. He looked younger up close than he did from my place on the stage.

  He walked past us and did the bro handshake with Ronnie, the roadie who was dismantling Bash’s drum kit. Ronnie gave a nod to whatever the kid asked and began assisting him. I stood back and watched the interaction. The kid knew what he was doing. And he was familiar with a few of the roadies. My previous assumption was correct. He was somehow involved in the music industry. But to what extent?

  Crystal appeared at my side. “That was phenomenal,” she gleamed. “I never had the opportunity to see a Get Bent show. This was off the charts.” She leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek.

  What the fuck. A peck on the cheek. I turned her face and pulled her lips to mine, claiming her in front of everyone.

  EVERY. FUCKING. ONE.

  “Get a room,” Maddox jabbed as he passed us practically molesting his girlfriend Kitt. I wasn’t the only one staking my claim.

  The kid stepped up behind us and cleared his throat.

  “Oh my god, I’m sorry, Baden. I would like you to meet…”

  “Your obligatory fuck buddy?” The verbal diarrhea escaped my mouth before my brain could tell it to shut the hell up.

  Crystal slapped her palm on my chest and pushed me away. “Ew, what the fuck, Baden?” She pulled the kid forward. “I want you to meet my cousin Keith, Ashley and Amber’s brother.” She stepped up to me and leaned in close so that only I could hear her comment. “We will talk about this later,” she hissed before putting on a fake smile.

  “Don’t pay Baden any mind, Keith, he has a warped sense of humor that not everyone gets.” She excused away my bad behavior.

  It all made sense now. If I had not been blinded by jealousy, I would have recognized the signs. Instead, I mistook them for something more.

  Shit, she was right. We were going to have to discuss this later. I was going to have to explain myself and hope she found my possessiveness cute and not overbearing, or stifling. I had to make her understand that I was not used to harboring the intense emotional feelings I had for her.

  I held out my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Keith.” The girls never mentioned any other family. Another thing that I would have to discuss with Crystal. For all the time we had spent together, she never mentioned another cousin.

  She knew I had a brother, and I told her about Mom and Pops and the antique shop they ran. I met her dad and knew she liked to visit her parents in the city whenever she could. I never accompanied her on one of her trips home. I didn’t want to intrude in what little time she got to spend with them.

  Then it hit me. I assumed Crystal would be spending the night with me in my hotel room. The last time we were in New York, her parents were away on business so she stayed at the hotel with me. I never confirmed her plans for where she would be spending her evening after the show.

  “I’m going to the dressing room and check in with the rest of the guys and change,” I pulled my t-shirt away from my sweat-soaked body. I figure this would give Crystal more time to spend with her cousin.

  When I finished, I carefully approached the table where a group of roadies had gathered laughing and partying. Amongst them were Crystal and Keith.


  “Hey,” I placed my hand on Crystal’s shoulder, “are you ready to go?” I hadn’t said go where. I would ask her when we were alone if she were coming with me or I was driving her to her parents.

  “Keith, how about Baden and I give you a lift?” Crystal offered.

  “Yeah, that would be great,” his eyes shifted around the table then to me as if he was hoping someone else would offer to take him. I sensed there was more to the offer Crystal made, and I wasn’t going to score any points if I made an issue with her request.

  We headed out and Crystal gave me the address in which to take Keith. I entered it into the SUV’s navigation system. She sat in the back with Keith. Their tone was hushed, and I tried not to listen in on their private conversations.

  It took us half an hour to arrive at our destination. I thought that was good timing, considering New York traffic this time of the night, I didn’t recognize the address, however, I did recognize the name of the facility when I pulled up to the gate.

  I waited while Crystal accompanied Keith to the front desk.

  She looked exhausted by the time she got back into the front passenger seat of the vehicle.

  “Thank you for not pointing out the obvious when I asked you to drive Keith. As you can see, he decided to check himself out of rehab for the evening.” She let out a slow, calming breath. “I didn’t feel leaving him at the club was a good decision. He would have hated himself if he did something stupid tonight. I was glad I was able to convince him to check himself back in.”

  I reached over and patted her thigh. “You know I would do anything for you, right, baby?”

  She brushed my hand away.

  “Do not ‘baby’ me, you asshole. I may be grateful for your help with Keith, but do not think for one second I don’t remember what you said back at the club.” She placed her arms defensively across her chest.