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“Don’t care. I like the name. I call dibs.” It was childish. Ask me if I cared. My brother could get any guy he wanted, but he wasn’t getting this one. I didn’t understand why I needed tomeet this man with a name from a tragic story. I also wasn’t questioning it.
Tristan’s cute face suddenly danced to the front of my mind. I hadn’t forgotten about him, not in the least. It had been a while since I’d seen him. Maybe meeting Romeo tonight would give me the push to move past my ridiculous crush on Tristan. Not that Romeo and I were going to get it on. Though, if he wanted to, I’d be game. Every man here was hot. I doubted Romeo was any different.
Slater and Dexen talked while Casper, Reed, and I put the finishing touches on our equipment. We didn’t bring anyone to help set up. It was easy enough to do with the system Dexen had in place. We were off the main stage to the side next to the deejay. There was just enough room for my drums and for us to stand. Dexen already had speakers, microphones, and anything else we could need. I guess it paid to have the money he did. I was wealthy, stupidly so, thanks to the band’s success. Dexen was a whole other level.
After a few swallows of water, I took my seat and got ready. I put my all into playing. Every muscle would ache by the time we were done. We would not be on for the same length of time we would at a concert, but it was going to be enough where I’d sweat.
Pulling the tie from my hair, I shook it out, letting my wavy blond hair brush past my chin. I’d been debating growing it to my shoulders. The way it moved while I played was a huge draw for the fans, especially when I was sweaty.
Reed got into position behind his microphone while Casper and Slater got their guitars ready. With a quick nod to Milo, Reed gave our signal that we were good to go.
The music Milo played slowed as the dancer made his way toward the deep purple curtain at the back of the stage. Lights illuminated the stage while others cast the rest of the room in amuch softer glow, giving way to privacy and drawing focus to the main attraction.
Milo gave the dancer his exit. “Give it up for Diesel!” Once the man was off the stage, Milo said, “We have a special treat for you tonight. Ruined and Relinquished will perform for our next dancers. Their beat isn’t the same as what you’re used to hearing, but I promise, you’re going to love watching Ocean, Romeo, and more grind to the beats of these rock gods.”
That was my cue to get us started. My stick hit the drum. That was all it took for us to find the space where we could read each other, flow together, be as one as people could get without actually fucking. And no, I didn’t want to fuck these men. First, Slater was my brother. Second, Casper would rip my balls from my body if I ever came near Reed with my dick out. I didn’t see them that way, never had.
It was difficult to keep pace and remember what I was supposed to be doing while Dominic, aka Ocean, stripped his clothes off in front of me. He was in a relationship with two men who were equally possessive of him, and rightfully so. Dominic danced for a living while the members of the club palmed their cocks and drooled over him.
I still looked. I still appreciated. How could I not? Dominic was attractive as hell. With nothing but a scrap of silk covering his cock and balls, there wasn’t much left to the imagination.
We played three songs for him before Milo announced Dominic’s exit. Dominic threw us a wink as he left the stage. We’d hung out with him and his partners, as well as the guys in their circle. They were a lot of fun, especially Dominic. He knew what buttons to press to rile each one of them up while he sat back with a smirk for causing mayhem.
The next dancer was announced—the one I was going to meet in the VIP room. I hoped he was hot, but not too sinful. I didn’twant to come in my jeans like I was hard up and couldn’t hold out.
We slid into the next song, this one slower, the beat headier.
When the curtains parted and Romeo was revealed, my breath caught and my hand slipped, causing me to miss the beat for a second. Romeo wasn’t just hot. Even fully dressed in a silver sequined top and tight black pants, he was mouthwatering.
The way he walked onto the stage was mesmerizing. His legs were graceful while slowing the controlled strides he made. I couldn’t wait to see his thighs. I knew they’d be muscular, but were they toned or corded? His fingers flexed with each step, this ripple of a wave each finger made like he was calling forth magic. He sure as hell was doing something to me. I missed another beat.
Slater shot me a glare over his shoulder. I smiled and ducked my head. What could I say? I’d never behaved like this before. We’d seen some shit too. At one concert, the entire front row of women stripped their tops and bras off. It was breasts for days. Gorgeous breasts of all sizes. I was an equal opportunity lover and didn’t label my sexuality. I went with the flow. Those breasts called to me like a siren to a lake. My playing was still precise then. Yet, one look at Romeo tonight and I forgot how to hold a stick.
I sat riveted as he made his way to the front of the stage. His black hair was straight to his shoulders, brushing over the sequins, causing them to shimmer differently beneath the light. Dark makeup lined his eyes, giving him an angel of death vibe. All he needed was wings. Fuck, I’d buy him wings if he’d wear them for me and nothing else.
Somehow, I got through the song and the next one while he shed his clothes until there was nothing left but a black G-string for his final number. In a fluid move, he dropped to his cheston the stage and lifted his upper body with lean, muscled arms, making them flex as well as his defined abs. He did a single push-up. As he was about to do another, he turned it into a grind of his pelvis against the stage floor, a gyration of his hips. I wanted him buried in my ass.
How was I going to sit in a VIP room in front of him and not touch, not taste? How was I going to look him in the eyes from a close distance and not whimper at the sight of him?
He glanced our way; his eyes seeming to connect with mine. Instead of faltering this time, I played better, harder, hit every beat just for him.
I was royally fucked.
2
ROMEO
The second the curtains closed, blocking me from stage, I felt like I could breathe again. The entire time I was on stage, my hands shook, and I sweated more than normal under the bright lights. My anxiety didn’t hit on stage. It was one of the places I felt safe and free.
Ruined & Relinquished played for us to dance to. It should have been the same as the deejay pumping music through the speakers. But it wasn’t.
I still danced, still stripped. I hit the right moves in the choreography I knew drove the members wild and increased my tips. Dancing after Dominic always drove my tips higher.
My legs shook as I left the stage into the area behind it, toward the hallway where the dressing rooms were. I shared mine with two other dancers. Luckily, I wasn’t in there long. I got in, changed, and got out. If they weren’t in the room, I stayed longer.
The only dancer I’d made friends with was Dominic, though Diesel and Sierra were great too, and tried to coax me out of my shell. I kept to myself more than the others. Dominic was a force to be reckoned with. As the talent manager for the dancers, he was invested in us.
Dexen stood waiting, leaning against the wall like he did sometimes. His eyes met mine, causing me to fight to stay still. Dexen had this way of peering into my soul. He didn’t know everything about me. If he did, shit would get difficult fast. He studied me though, trying to figure out what my backstory was. I hadn’t told it to anyone here and had no plans to.
