Her Rock Star Friends, page 10
“Yes.”
“That’s why you suggested I stay away from them.”
He shrugged.
“Oooh!” I wailed. I don’t know what was worse, that he played on my relationship fears or that he looked out for my welfare without my knowledge. But I was furious that he interfered.
“Get her a drink, Tobias. She seems a little upset.”
Oh, that bastard knew where the liquor was, alright. He smartly walked to the liquor cabinet, which was a retro-vintage fifties-style cabinet that sported a bowl of fake fruit on its top. He poured me a shot of whiskey and handed it to me.
“Here. This is good stuff, not like that rotgut sour mash Dys likes to drink.”
“Wait. You’ve been hanging out with Jersey?”
“I’ve spent a little time with all the boys. Just to check on them.”
“I asked him to, Jacy,” said my father.
“You,” I said flailing my finger at my father indignant at his interference. I couldn’t get words out. What do you say to a man who is a master string-puller who manipulated my life? And then I whirled at Tobias, who was even worse, using the situation to leverage his position.
“You!” I snapped.
He smiled and leaned toward me and whispered.
“You are beautiful when you are angry.”
What got into me? I don’t know. Maybe it was too many nights of sexual frustration. Or the fact that I was attracted to four men, Tobias being one, and couldn’t pick among them, or the ridiculous competition they had going. Or that I, Ms. Take-Charge-And-In-Control didn’t command a single aspect of my life. I slapped Tobias Marshall across the face with such force my hand stung.
Marshall stepped back as the amusement died from his eyes.
“Daughter,” my father said with maddening calm. “You should get going. I’m counting on you to seeing this through to the end.”
I keened again and stalked toward the front door.
“You deserved that, Tobias,” I heard my father say. “You aren’t as arcane as you think.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Rory
The show was a huge hit. The planning, the promotions, the absolute care that went into the entire production highlighted Jacine’s creative hand all over it. We added our spin and showed up in orange LA County prisoner jumpsuits. The crowd went wild, especially since we kicked off the show playing with our second biggest hit as Banshee, “Running Wild in LA.”
Then we split up into our bands and rocked the Hollywood Bowl. The energy was thick enough to get me higher than a kite. Cole ran out on stage and mimicked Jersey on the guitar, and Jersey got him back by handing him a guitar and challenged him to a guitar riff. No one, but no one, can stand up to Jersey on the guitar, and Cole is a bassist anyway, so Cole got his head handed to him. But in the end, the crowd cheered wildly. Kane shook Jersey’s hand, and Jersey gave him a brotherly hug making a lie of the truth that they hated each other.
It was a beautiful thing.
My group went on first, then Cole’s, then Jersey’s. The concertgoers were encouraged to place their vote for the best band through their phones with the idea that the winner would play the last set. On either side of the stage, the display flashed the tallies as they rolled in. So Cole, Jersey, and I stood backstage toweling our sweat waiting for the results. Jacine stood near us, and I swear I felt her eyes at the back of my head. I was about to turn my head when Jersey did first.
“Come on, girl. Time to take your bows.”
“What?”
Jersey pulled her hand and Cole and I exchanged glances. Not about to get left out we ran onstage too. Jersey took the mike in his hand.
“Turn off the tally boards,” he yelled on the darkened stage. A spotlight turned on him, and everyone stared at Jersey.
“Bring up the lights on my friends,” he said, and as some poor light engineer fumbled with the computer settings, spots hit Cole and me, too.
“Do we need anyone to tell you who the best band is? No! You know which grabs your heart. There is no best band. But there are such things as the best people. And they are on the stage right now.”
“Wise words, my friend,” I said into a mike, and my voice boomed over the loudspeakers.
“Dys, you dog,” said Cole. I swear he was about to cry.
“And then there are the people that support us. For one, we’d like to thank Tobias Marshall, the man that kept our asses out of jail for our stupidity. Tobias, come out on stage and take a bow.”
Shell-shocked Marshall walked out on the stage and Jersey, and Cole raised his hands and then pulled him into a theatrical bow.
When the crowd died down, Jersey turned to Jacine.
“And let’s give a hand to the best-damned PR person in the world, the person responsible for us being here tonight, Jacine Alexander of Alexander and Wells. Give it up to Jacine!”
Jacine blushed as the crowd applauded, whistled and stamped their feet. It took a while for them to settle.
“And to show you who the best band is, Cole, Rory and I will play this last song, together as we used to in Banshee.”
Jacine tried to leave the stage but Jersey grabbed her arm.
“Oh no, you are the one we are dedicating this song to. Tobias, make sure she doesn’t leave.”
Curiously, she shot Marshall a cold look as he wrapped his arm around her waist, but there was no time to suss that out. We needed to end this show because we had three road crews waiting to load up our shows and no time to screw around without incurring extra expenses.
Shoot me. I keep track of that shit.
I climbed the pedestal to my drum kit and pounded out the initial beats of “Ever.” Jersey took up the soulful opening rift, and Cole began to sing staring right at Jacine.
If you ever need a friend,
Someone to help you tie loose ends,
The one who’ll send you roses,
And watch the stars with you,
Call me.
I’ll be there always and ever.
I couldn’t see exactly what was happening or hear over the roar of the audience, so I kept pounding out the beats, though, at the last chorus, Jersey signaled through his guitar, like he used to, to keep repeating the rhythm.
“That’s our show for tonight!” said Cole. “From Jersey Dys, Rory Holmes and myself, and our bands, Arcane, Clash, and Obsidian, thank you all for coming!”
We finished the song with a flourish, just like we used to as Banshee, and the spots went dark leaving us semi-lighted.
“Let go!” she said squirming in Tobias’s arms. She broke free and flew off the stage at the side exit.
“What the hell!” said Cole.
“What was that about, Marshall?”
“I may have upset her.”
“Is that her handprint on your face?” said Cole with glee.
“You are a dick,” said Jersey.
“Who?” said Tobias.
“Both of you,” said Jersey.
“Oh for heaven’s sake,” I said and dashed after Jacine. Whatever troubled her, I wouldn’t let her deal with it alone.
But I found they followed me, and we ran down the hall bumping into road crew as we plowed the crowded passage.
We found her at the back door frantically punching numbers into her phone.
“Hey,” I said.
“Go away. All of you go away,” she said. Jacine tore through the doorway to the back lot, running left to valet parking.
“Where the hell is she going?” said Jersey pacing beside me.
“I didn’t think a woman could run that fast in high-heeled boots,” huffed Cole who pulled up on my other side.
“Jacine,” I called.
She stopped at the edge of the valet parking lot. Jacine stared at us like a frightened doe, and maybe if I had three, no four guys chasing me, I'd have the same expression. I held out my arms and stopped running.
There were twenty feet between her and us, but by the expression on her face, it might have been a million.
“Jacine,” I said holding out my hands. “What’s wrong?”
“You! All of you! It’s enough I tell, enough. Just go away.”
“I’m afraid that’s a no-go, baby,” said Cole. “You can’t run away from us. We’re stuck on you.”
“Well, that’s just the problem, isn’t it? How can I pick one of you?”
A light breeze whipped up and stirred her blonde hair, and I don’t think I could have been more in love with her in those hot thigh-high black boots and that tight jacket.
“We’ve been talking about that,” said Jersey.
“You have?”
“Yes,” said Cole with a nod of his head.
“We have a solution,” I said.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jacine
“What do you mean?” I don’t believe what I am hearing. They don’t seriously propose that I take all four of them at once. I mean, I’ve heard of such things, but I’ve always thought of myself as a one-on-one type of gal. Though I have to admit four men lavishing attention on me has been cool.
So far.
This idea could go south in a thousand different ways. My head swirls with the idea of sex with four men, and it blows my mind. Disjointed thoughts collide half-form in my mind, like a fever dream making a peculiar sense all its own.
“I think it is the champagne,” said Cole. “It muddled her thinking.”
“No,” said Tobias. “One glass won’t get her drunk.”
“Look,” said Rory. “In Tibet, brothers share one wife.”
“What does Tibet have anything to do with this?” I said.
“Since I’m the lawyer,” said Tobias, “I think I should put the terms on the table.”
“What terms?” I said. I scrunched my eyes.
“Relax, sweetheart,” said Jersey.
“Yes. It’s nothing but all good,” said Rory.
“It should be fun,” said Cole.
Rory pulled me into his lap again, and his hard cock settled between my butt cheeks. Cole, Jersey, and Tobias stared at me, and I shivered despite the hot water.
“In this town,” said Tobias, “especially among musicians, relationships don’t last. Part of it is the lifestyle, the parties, and the groupies, but also the constant touring. But these guys, from our conversations, are earnest about settling down, and they, and I want to settle down with you.”
I take this in slowly.
“All four of you, at once?”
“Well, not usually at a time, sweetheart,” said Jersey.
“Though there are advantages to that,” said Cole with a grin.
“We’d buy a house for you,” said Rory, “one that you like, and all five of us will live there, though since Tobias works like a dog, and we all have touring schedules, most of us won’t be home at any one time.”
“It’s the best of all worlds,” said Cole, ever the optimist. “At least one of us will be home with you, and we have someone to come home to.”
“You won’t be alone,” said Jersey. He inched closer and sat next to Rory and me.
“Wow, I mean. I don’t know what to say.” What can I? Mind officially blown.
“Poly relationships are a thing now,” said Cole. “At least, that is what Rory tells me.”
“I thought you guys couldn’t stand each other.” That is what got me into this mess in the first place.
“No,” said Jersey. “The fact is that I was pissed that Cole was such a jerk to me.”
“Going to court over those songs was stupid,” said Cole. “I should have stopped it then. But I was stubborn.”
“Damn right,” said Rory.
“And Rory, here, got caught in the middle of what was essentially a sibling rivalry,” said Jersey. “But we talked about it, and worked it out.”
“Wait. Does that mean you are reforming Banshee?”
“Hell, no,” said Rory.
“That doesn’t let out a reunion concert, or two,” said Jersey.
“We’re making three times as much money,” said Cole, “so why should we stop that?”
“Besides,” said Tobias, “if they went back to one band, we’d have to buy a much smaller house. I don’t think that will work going forward.”
“Going forward?” I said. This was getting to be too much. What on earth could they mean?
“I think we should move on to the practical demonstration of this presentation,” said Tobias. “We are getting bogged down in details better left for later.”
“I like your thinking, lawyer man,” said Cole.
“You get no arguments from me,” said Jersey.
Rory’s dick grew harder under my cheeks, and he moved his hips slightly.
“You feel good, hon,” he said in a low whisper. “Do you know what I want to do to you?”
I lay my head back on his shoulder. “What?”
He whispered his dirty suggestion in my ear.
“I might be up for that,” I said. I’m beginning to have some very racy thoughts. “But you know condoms and hot tubs, are not exactly a recipe for safety.”
“Not a problem,” he said. He gathered me into his arms and stood.
“Let’s take this party into the house, guys.”
Rory proved once again how strong he was as he bounced up the hot tub steps to the deck and the stair toward the house. The colder air hit my skin and my tits jiggled with his running steps.
“Hey,” called out Cole. “Wait for us.”
“As if,” called Rory over his shoulder.
But fumbling for the handle on the sliding glass door slowed him down enough that Cole, Jersey, and Tobias caught up with us. I may have nibbled on Rory’s ear, and that might have distracted him. But over his shoulder I caught the sight of the three naked men, gleaming with running beads of water in the light of the security light from overhead and it took my breath away.
I wasn’t going to do this, was I?
Rory finally pulled open the door and with a jolt ran through the house. I squealed at the sudden movement, and as we entered a doorway, he flew forward, and we tumbled onto a mattress. Cole flew on abashedly to my other side, and then Tobias and Jersey joined us, though more cautiously.
Rory rooted through a drawer in his nightstand and tossed foil packets toward the guys. Then he took out a bottle of lube.
A rather large bottle of it.
I gulped.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he said. “It’s for massage.”
“Massage,” I said not believing him.
“On your stomach,” he said.
“What are you doing, Holmes?” said Tobias.
“You take her neck, shoulders, and upper back, and Jersey, her right leg and Cole, our love’s left leg.”
“And what do you get, Holmes?” said Cole.
“My favorite part, her sweet ass.”
The cap on the bottle popped and oil dribbled from my neck all the way down to my legs. Then four pairs of hands worked into my flesh at once willing my muscles to loosen into submission. It was like one of those massage chairs in a spa when you get your nails done, as the chair works your muscles with its up and down motion. But this was more wonderful with waves of sensation cresting through me with every stroke of flesh upon my skin.
“How’s that, baby,” whispered Cole.
“Mmmm,” I said. It was all I could say. Time dissolved and I floated in sweet bliss.
Cole kissed me behind my ear, and licked and nibbled my neck.
Rory put his lips to the globes of my ass and then his lubed finger circled my rosebud while someone else rubbed my sensitive folds.
“Sweetheart.” Rory bent over my ear. “How’s that? Like that?”
How could I not?
“Ummm,” was all I could reply.
And good Lord, a tongue lapped at that secret spot, and I whimpered. That seemed to be their rallying cry as hands stopped the kneading of flesh and mouths and tongues lapped my body. I writhed in pleasure, high on the pleasure coursing through my body.
