“Dude. Seriously? We have to be on stage in like fifteen minutes.”
Aaron’s voice interrupts me as I kiss Shawna—Sheila?—something that starts with a sh sound anyway—goodbye and send her away from my dressing room with a light smack on her tight, round ass. Too bad there isn’t time to explore more of her curves right now. All we had time for was a quick blowie in my dressing room, because Aaron’s right. We’re on stage in fifteen.
I drag my gaze from the bleach blonde’s bubble butt and give Aaron my attention. “You have your pre-show routines, and I have mine. Besides, you’re one to talk. I’m pretty sure I’ve heard your girlfriend moaning in your dressing room before a show more than once. And anyway, why are you wandering around so close to showtime?”
“I needed more water.” He holds up a full water bottle in illustration.
That has me wrinkling my brows. “Aren’t we supposed to have a new assistant? Why isn’t she getting your water?”
But whatever Aaron says, I don’t hear, because my attention is diverted by a new face. One with dark hair in a sleek bob and pouty red lips that I can imagine stretching around my cock or moaning in pleasure, wide eyes that I’d love to see hazy with lust as I sink inside her. Even though I just came not five minutes ago, my dick is already stirring as I fantasize about this new groupie looking around backstage like she’s never made it this far before.
And I’m just the man to give her the full tour. In fact, I’m the only man available for that, since my other three bandmates are taken. Hell, two of them even have kids.
Stepping into this new vision’s way, giving her a once-over, taking in her tight black tank and tighter leggings, I can really tell she’s new to the whole groupie thing—she’s far more covered than most groupies, though her outfit does a stellar job of showcasing her pinup curves. Her tank gives a hint of her cleavage, but her makeup is too soft, with the exception of those scarlet red lips, the sole color making their plump softness stand out even more. Maybe she won some contest and isn’t a true groupie, just a normal fan. But those women are usually an even wilder ride, breaking out of their prim shells at the chance to fuck a rock star.
For the last few years, their hopes were all dashed. Danny knocked up a groupie midway through our first tour, and with the shitstorm that created, we all dialed way back on the rock star party circuit. Marcus and Danny turned into monks, more or less, and got more dictatorial and grumpy as a result. Aaron and I both hooked up with the band’s assistant, Blaire. Until Aaron got back together with his high school sweetheart-slash-baby momma. I’m still not sure why that spelled the end of my arrangement with Blaire, but it did.
It threw me for a major loop, because I genuinely cared about Blaire. And since Aaron wasn’t in the mix anymore, I assumed that our relationship would naturally transition to just the two of us together. What we had was easy and fun, with no need to worry about getting trapped by some manipulative groupie like Danny did. And I enjoyed the familiarity of being with someone I liked and respected and knew how to pleasure the same way she knew how to pleasure me. Far from being routine and boring, it was grounding. Made me feel like someone cared about me. Not Mason, the hot drummer from Cataclysm, but Mason the man. Blaire knew me and took care of me, and I thought she liked me.
It hurt when she stopped answering my calls and turned me away, acting like I didn’t matter to her anymore, confirming for me something I’d suspected for a while—that she was hung up on Aaron and the time she spent with me was just because she didn’t have the balls to end our arrangement and try to be with him. So when he reconnected with Sam, she couldn’t be bothered with me anymore either. And me confronting her about that somehow pushed her away, because she was gone within days, taking a new job with a different rock star who she’s now fucking. Except they’re not just fucking. She and Beckett are actually together. Like for real together, committed and in love, just like Aaron and Sam, and Danny and Ava,