Burning Desires, page 2
Letting out a sigh, she headed for the merch tables to sample some of the confectionery the record company had laid out and picked up a red treble clef and a chocolate snake. A wicked thought sprang into her mind. Trying the snake, she sucked on its head for a few moments before ripping it off. She swallowed, and quickly devoured the rest as she walked up the stairs to the mezzanine. She hurried along, making sure her timing was just right and Donatella was looking the other way. Pretending to just be walking past, she heard, “The last thing she told me was she was off to suck on Jace’s snake.” Remi stopped next to the reporter and said, “Oh, I did.”
Startled, Donatella turned to her. “Did you try it? How was it?”
“I sucked its head off and then I swallowed.” Remi wiggled her brows at the camera while Jace burst into a fit of giggles. She pretended to walk off, but then stepped back. “No. I need to make a correction. It’s not a snake, it’s a python, and I sucked that head off and swallowed it down, down, down, down. For the record”— she pointed at the camera— “it tastes like chocolate, and also for the record, I’ve never deep-throated a python before. Weird experience, especially when that sucker slid deep.”
“Oh, my God, you can’t say that!” Donatella cried, looking from Remi to the boys, to the camera.
“Can’t say what?” Remi asked her. “Deep? Weird experience? Python? Throat? And how do you think Linda Lovelace made a name for herself?”
Donatella turned bright red and glanced at the camera.
Once more, Remi pretended to leave, but as she was having too much fun, and the boys were egging her on, she added, “By the way, boys, I have a recording studio in my basement. You’re free to use it anytime. Especially Jace.”
“Oh, that sounds like a euphemism,” Reece said from beside Jace.
“I’d love to work in your basement,” Jace told Remi. “And bang those drums real hard.” He stepped closer and laid a hand on her hip.
“Good.” Remi rocked against him and grabbed his crotch. “I’d love to have you in my studio. I need a python in my basement.”
Jace doubled over in laughter, wrapped his arms around his waist, and fell to his knees.
“Oh no, you broke Jace.” Reece stared down at his fellow bandmate.
“Oh, no, sweetie,” Remi cooed. “He won’t know what broke is until I’m done with him.” She glanced at the camera and waved her fingers. “Toodles.” Walking off, she heard laughter behind her, and grinning, went downstairs. Walking behind the bar to check on things, she saw a few record executives, managers, and publicists in the crowd, or in the private upper booths, and spied Rex Titus, band manager extraordinaire. One of his bands was 10x4, a hot new teen band on the rise. They’d had one of their first gigs at the club and Rex had seen them and signed them to his label.
Remi was sipping an ice-cold cola when he walked up to the bar.
“Remi.”
“Rexy.”
He eyed her shapely legs in her boots and denim skirt, and as his gaze moved up, her well-proportioned breasts in their low cut slashed up Jagger top. She’d worn it for the band.
“Good to know you still want to eye me off.” The corners of her lips curled. “You’re not looking too bad yourself.” She drank in the skin-tight dark blue ripped jeans held up by a leather belt with a large silver buckle featuring two naked women. A few chains hung from the buckle to a side jean loop. He wore a white tank top and black leather jacket, and the curls on his chest matched the curls on his face and head; dark, thick, and luscious.
Remi had always wanted to run her hands through his hair. All of it. Every last curl on his tanned, muscular body. The way they moved, the way they taunted her with their sexuality, made her want to rip his clothes off and fuck every last curl on his body.
“Remi. Good to know your eyes still want to rip my clothes off and fuck me.” He nodded at the bartender and received a beer. “We could actually do that, you know.”
She walked around the bar and hitched a leg onto a stool to slide onto it. “Do what? What are you inviting me to do, Sexy Rexy?”
He set down his beer, wiped the foam from his beard, and leaned in.
His sexy, manly scent wafted around her, and she willingly breathed it in, getting high on the pheromones. “Rexy,” she breathed seductively, her eyes hooded with lust.
He spoke in her ear, his curls tickling her, his lips tormenting her. “I’m inviting you to fuck, Remi. You know what that is, don’t you? You’ve tried it a few times, or more, with the boys in the bands that play here.”
She breathed in sharply and blinked a few times to clear her thoughts. “You calling me a whore, Rex Titus?” Pulling away, her fury burned. “Are you? Because in that case, you’ll never get to sample, let alone try out, what I have.” She noticed the surprised look on his face, but she didn’t care. She spun around on her stool, and stomped off to her office, leaving him shaking his head.
“What the fuck!” Rex muttered, bewildered by her sudden change of mood. He stared at the door until he realised she wasn’t coming back out, picked up his beer and took another swig, and then with a frown, turned his back to watch the club scene. “Fucking hell.”
Remi stewed for twenty minutes, and then heard the band start playing. Gathering herself, she took a deep breath and walked back into the club.
After watching the boys on stage for a few moments, she slowly walked around the room, weaving through the screaming crowd watching the band on stage. Her love of music was deep-seated and she loved watching each member of each band as they performed. It was always the drummers that caught her eye. Up the back of the stage, they weren’t always obvious or noticeable, not in or under the main spotlights like the showman of the bands, who was usually the lead singer. Drummers were solid, sturdy, muscular and meatier. Their flesh was juicy and succulent, always engorged and ripe for the picking. And this drummer, Jace, was an animal; a driving beast who knew exactly which skin to pound and when, using all of his energy and masculine power to beat them. He knew exactly what to do with those drumsticks and it sent a thrill of electricity down her spine.
He noticed her, nodded, and kept on pounding. His dark wet curls bounced over his amber-green eyes that flared brightly at the attention. A smile crossed his lips and showed off dimples that were almost buried by the voluptuous round cheeks of his face. His shirt had come off when he’d come on stage, as it always did, and she made note to explore all of his tattoos before he left. She’d booked a bed in the sex room, a sectioned off part of the club for party goers to get sexual, and she had what he needed waiting for him. A blush raced across her face, and she moved on, hearing the lead singer get the crowd going.
“Come on everyone, scream my name,” Reece crooned, leaning toward the fans, reaching out his hand for them to touch. “Scream my name, baby. I love the way you scream my name.” He stood and cupped his ear to listen to the crowd chant his name, a huge grin on his face. “Louder now. Scream my name for me.”
Jett, the bassist, and Link, the guitarist, played a low tune, while Jace played a soft beat, all so they could hear the crowd.
“Come on baby,” Reece groaned to one girl as he held her hand. “Groan my name for me.” He held the microphone in front of her and she groaned his name before fainting. “Can we get the medics over here?” he asked, pointing to the girl.
The medic team rushed in and carried her to the side of the club to revive her.
“That’s what I like to see.” Reece stalked back and forth across the stage, reaching out to fans. “I love to see how you react to me. To the band. I love the way you scream my name in those sexy tones. Can you scream for Jett?” He motioned at the bassist and heard the crowd scream his name.
“Can you scream for Link?” He pointed to their guitarist and the crowd screamed for him.
“Can you scream for Jace?” He waved his hand around in a theatrical manner and bowed in front of the drum kit.
The crowd screamed the loudest for Jace and he waved his sticks in the air before throwing them both into the audience. The crowd surged forth and lunged for them, with two very excited girls getting one each.
“Wait…” Reece told the crowd, strutting around the stage in his tight white jeans and half-open shirt. “Did you just scream the loudest for Jace?”
The fans screamed back and a wave of whoos went through the crowd.
“Oh, no, that’s just not fair,” he said, undoing another button on his shirt. “Who did you scream the loudest for?” He flipped open another button and pulled one side of his shirt out of his low-slung jeans, gyrating in front of the crowd until five more fans fainted, and staff had to run around handing bottles of cold water to the rest of them. “I love the way you’re screaming my name, and the way you do it with no shame. Let’s get on with our song, boys, let’s hit it,” he called, and they launched into their hit, Scream My Name.
Standing up the back of the club watching the band, hands in his jeans pockets, Rex watched Remi as she wandered. He’d seen the exchange of looks with the drummer, saw her blush, and wondered if Jace was another on her list. Not that he knew if she had a list; it was just a rumour that the owner of The Cavern Club loved to indulge in sexual activity with band members, particularly drummers, when they played at the club. For all he knew, it was nothing but a rumour. For all he knew, after seeing the exchange, it was completely true.
So what! he thought with a shrug of a shoulder. She’s a grown woman; she can be with who she wants. But why isn’t that me? He’d desperately wanted to bed Remi since he’d met her four years ago, but she wasn’t interested in getting intimate even though she flirted outrageously with him. He was just a manager, not a drummer, and clearly didn’t have what she was after. He watched her pass by the bar and chat with Sisco in the hallway to her office. She nodded and walked behind the bar, picked up her drink, and downed half. He wanted to be that cola. Going down, down, down her throat. His gaze lowered to her throat, her breasts. Damn, I want to drink from those breasts. Fuck it, Remi, why won’t you fuck me? His gaze moved up and caught her watching him with raised brows. His brows descended to almost meet at the bridge of his nose and he spun on his heel and stormed off. He needed to relieve himself right now.
Perplexed, Remi turned her attention back to the band as they wrapped up their performance. She didn’t have the time or the energy to worry about Rex or what he thought of her, but how dare he think she was a whore because of rumours? She had the rest of the night to deal with.
The band took a fifteen-minute break while things were set up for the meet and greet, and then they came out and spent another hour taking photos, signing merchandise, and doing videos with their fans. It was heading for eleven when they finally made it upstairs for the after-show interview.
Donatella welcomed them to the couches and offered drinks, making sure everyone was comfortable before starting the interview.
They were ten minutes in when Jace said he wanted Remi to join them.
“You want to share your interview with the club owner?” Donatella asked and glanced at the others. “You boys have a problem with that?”
They replied no and Jace leaned over the back of the couch and yelled out to Remi. “Come up here and do our interview with us.”
She glanced up wearily from behind the bar.
“Come on,” he encouraged and gave her a big wink. “Let’s have some fun.”
She snickered and grabbed her drink before making her way upstairs. “Where am I sitting?”
“Right here.” Jace pointed to his left and moved over, pushing Reece out of the way. “Right next to me, babe.”
“Babe,” Remi huffed. “Am I your babe now?” She settled in and managed to get her cup into her left hand as Jace swung his leg over her right one. “You right?” She looked at him. “Sure you don’t want to sit on my lap?”
“Ooh, can I?” he asked and gazed at her expectantly.
“No,” was all she said.
He leaned closer. “Do you want me to get off?”
“Didn’t you already?” She eyed him up and down and watched him laugh nervously.
“Whoo. We’ve got a live one here,” he called.
“It’s fairly obvious that isn’t a drumstick in your pocket.” She gave him a saucy wink and casually glanced at the other members who were bright red and giggling.
Jace’s eyes grew wide, and he fanned himself with his left hand while picking up his water bottle from the coffee table with his right. He took a swig and then poured some on his head and patted his neck and half bare chest. “Is it hot in here or what? Whoo.”
The band laughed, and Donatella reached across Remi to shove the microphone into Jace’s face. “It looks like you’ve got the hots for a certain club owner.”
“Who wouldn’t?” he replied and waved a hand up and down her body. “Look at her. Look. At. Her.”
Remi blushed and took a sip of her drink before placing it back between her legs so it didn’t fall over.
Jace picked it up and drank from it while watching her nonchalantly. “Who wouldn’t have the hots for a woman like this? Look at her.” He took another sip. “What is this?”
“Tropical juice and lemonade.” She watched him, knew the band was watching him, and the reporter was watching him.
“Mmm,” he murmured, raising both brows. He sucked and swallowed, and then seductively placed the cup back between her legs, pushing it up a little further his gaze never leaving hers.
Unable to say a thing, Remi just breathed and shook her head.
“You know what they say about drummers?” Donatella said to Jace.
“What?” Jace replied, watching the scene before him.
“Drummers bang it harder,” Donatella said.
“Then bang me like a fucking bass drum,” Remi muttered, her eyes hooded and her blood pulsating through her veins.
“Should we be talking about this on camera?” Donatella asked, looking at her producer who gave her the signal to keep going. This was TV gold and she wanted more.
“Oh, don’t worry, he’s just telling me he wants to put other things between my legs,” Remi said, her gaze never leaving Jace’s.
“Didn’t I already do that this afternoon?” Jace murmured, staring at Remi’s thick red lips. “Let’s go again.”
“Okay, let’s rein this in a bit, shall we,” Donatella said and asked Link and Jett a couple of questions.
Remi and Jace eyed each other, sly smiles lifting the corners of their mouths. Remi had planned a little going away present for him and had hoped to get him alone before he left.
“So, Remi, you’re obviously a fan of Jagger,” Donatella said and pointed at Remi’s t-shirt that had been artistically cut up. “You came dressed for the occasion.”
“Why are you pointing at my breasts?” Remi asked cheekily.
“Yeah, Donatella.” Jace spread his hands across both of Remi’s breasts. “Stop pointing at her breasts.”
Remi stared from his hands to his face, to Donatella’s, speechless.
Donatella kept it cool. “You know, she could #metoo you for that move.”
Remi raised a brow at him, trying not to laugh. But all he did was raise one back.
“Aren’t you going to say something, Remi?” Donatella asked.
Remi slowly glanced at her. “What does one say at a time like this?” She glanced at his hand, picked it up with two fingers, and dropped it in his lap.
“Don’t you feel sexually harassed? Manhandled?” Donatella asked, seeing the heat rise from both of them. The attraction was blaringly obvious.
“I do.” Remi nodded and looked at her. “I feel very manhandled, and I have absolutely no problem with it whatsoever.”
“Whoo.” The boys in the band catcalled and whistled, applauding her.
“But aren’t you in love? Aren’t you in a relationship?” Donatella asked. “Rumours have it you are, so why flirt with someone else when your partner’s where? At home?”
Remi had always been private about her personal relationships, and the current one hadn’t lasted long enough, or made it into the press, so how Donatella had found out, she didn’t know. “Actually, I’m just coming out the arse end of it.”
“Oh, that doesn’t sound good.” Donatella shoved the microphone into Remi’s face. “What happened? Who broke up with whom? Who did it first?”
“Well, to begin with, it didn’t last all that long, and was great while it did. But in the end, he got what he wanted, and I’ve been left alone and feeling very used.”
“That’s not good.” Jace turned to the camera. “To the arsehole out there who got what he wanted out of this woman and then left her like a piece of rubbish”— he thrust his finger at the camera— “you are an arsehole and you suck.” He leaned back and put a protective arm around Remi’s shoulder.
“I’m just glad I didn’t.” Remi glanced from the camera to Jace, staring him in the eye and waiting for him to get the joke.
He stared back and finally got it, then laughed his head off. “Oh, my God, I love it.”
“Are you in love, Jace?” Donatella reached across Remi.
“Absolutely,” he replied. “I’m in love with this woman right here.” He held his hand above her head and pointed his finger down. “She’s incredible, talented, amazing, sexy and intelligent, and some arsehole dumped her. Your loss, my gain, and she didn’t suck!”
“Okay, so we’ll wrap this up with a few more questions.” Donatella tried to control their laughter. “Now that you’ve celebrated twenty years together, and have had your anniversary, and come off your most successful tour of your most successful album, what’s next for Jagger?”
