“Come see me later,” I growled in her ear, squeezing her waist to make my intention clear.
Her blackened lips split in a sharp smile as she palmed my cock through my tight jeans. Squeezing hard enough for me to feel the bite of her pointed nails, she pushed up onto her toes, bringing her mouth closer to my ear.
“Play that fucking guitar like you want to play with my cunt, and I’ll think about it.” Drawing her tongue up my neck, she bit my earlobe and released me with a final squeeze.
Fuck.
I turned to watch her tight ass as long as I could before rearranging the hard-on she had left me with. Worth it. I’d make her deal with it later.
If not, there would be plenty of groupies eager to help.
“You ready, man? Jesus, leave your dick alone, we’re about to go on.”
I smirked at Otis and made another readjustment just to fuck with him.
“Gotta keep him happy, man, otherwise he might fall off from misuse or something. Speaking of…`are you ready to talk about what happened with our little manager last week?”
We all knew he’d gone over to her house the day she was hired, but he wouldn’t say a word about what they’d spoken about. I was pretty sure they’d fucked, but no one seemed to care about my opinion. Same as always.
Otis rolled his eyes and muttered something that I didn’t quite catch. Whatever. Probably not anything I wanted to hear anyway.
The stage lights dimmed, and we took our cue to move into position.
Behind the drum kit, Tobias was vibrating in his skin. His knee bounced double time while his eyes refused to settle on onething. Luckily, I knew damn well he could still keep time when he was this coked out, or I would be losing my shit.
My Fender Stratocaster sat prettily in her stand next to Otis’s Fodera Emperor Five bass. When our national tour was confirmed, Otis and I splurged on our dream pieces. I lived on instant ramen for a week after I cleared out my account. Otis hadn’t needed to make that sacrifice. His parents would have bought the bass for him if he asked, but do-gooder that he was, he wanted to earn it himself.
Speaking of Otis, his eyes were focused intently on the curtains stage right, even as he swept up his bass and moved into position on the far side of Toby’s kit.
Calix stood centerstage, and as I slid my guitar strap over my head, I realized his attention was also focused backstage.
Curious, I craned my neck to follow his eye line and spotted the distraction immediately. Wearing tight jeans and a plain black tee, with her dual-colored hair scraped into a high ponytail, Tatum looked more girl-next-door than kickass band manager, but both Otis and Calix were mesmerized.
This was going to be fun.
Did I want to fuck her? Hell yes, I did, and I would just as soon as she warmed to the idea. But Calix never showed interest like this. He was usually icier than a wood frog in winter, but the heat in his eyes said she’d managed to get under his skin.
I wouldn’t be having the same problem. If smash and dash were an Olympic sport, I’d take home gold. Every. Fucking. Time. Pun intended.
Calix lifted his arm, and I adjusted my grip on my Fender as we were plunged into darkness. The crowd roared their approval as Toby snapped his sticks together to count us in.
“You guys were amazing!”Tatum threw her arms around Otis as we bounced offstage after the second encore, adrenaline pumping through our veins.
Her eyes sparkled like she’d gotten a contact high from the audience, and I had to admit I saw the appeal. The urge to throw her over the nearest speaker and make her scream was so strong my hands twitched.
“Do we all get a turn, or are you already playing favorites with the golden child?” I sneered. I immediately regretted opening my mouth as the smile dropped off her face. A hard hit from behind sent me lurching forward as Tobias practically ran through me to sweep Tatum from Otis’s grip.
“Did you have fun, Angel?” he murmured into her hair as he carried her farther backstage.
Her grin returned as she slapped at his arms, trying to get him to release her. Considering he was drug-fucked out of his mind, she should be worried about his ability to keep them from walking into a wall, but no one else seemed particularly concerned. As the others followed them toward the green room, I was left to trail behind, wondering how long we’d have to play nice with the fans before I could go get my dick wet.
Fuck, I could practically feel the way Lainey’s pussy would slide over me until she sat on my balls.
The VIP meet and greet was set up in the green room with lounges arranged in the center of the space, ready for thirsty fans to get up close and personal with us. Off to the side was a table loaded high with carb-laden junk. Tatum snagged a cookie on her way past and had barely raised it to her lips when Calix opened his obnoxious mouth.
“You don’t want that.”
“Like hell I don’t.” Narrowing her eyes on him, Tatum took a large bite of the cookie and immediately seemed to regret it as he continued like she hadn’t spoken.
