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My hand itched to show Iain—specifically, his ass—exactly what I thought of his rebellious routine.
If only.
CHAPTER 2
IAIN
Cockblocker.
Dickhead.
Asshole.
I took my time smoking, enjoying the last puff of freedom I’d have for a while.
Until I could sneak off again.
After four years of touring with security personnel, I’d become skillful at finding ways to distract them, leaving them behind in the dust.
Just like poor Lennie tonight.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked the guy. Hell, I liked everyone I worked with. But this constant shadowing was fucking annoying. I couldn’t take a piss without someone looking over my shoulder. And I wasn’t one to just give in to other people’s rules, especially when they were ridiculously constrictive.
All I wanted was five fucking minutes alone.
Or, five minutes with a hot guy.
An orgasm was beneficial before a show and more enjoyable when someone else was doing all the work. Like the catering guy I’d snuck out here with. Ron? John? Whatever. He was sexy and eager, and I was happy to leave myself in his hands.
Not that I’m always a selfish lover, but hey, I’m a guitarist. I gotta rest the fingers in between shows.
And I wanted, no, I needed, one goddamned moment where no one was asking me about work or peppering me with invasive questions about every aspect of my life. I just wanted my brain to shut down and pleasure to take over.
Sex was my main vice since I wasn’t one for taking drugs, other than pot. And I needed sex on the regular. It was a wanted diversion.
And I needed distraction now more than ever.
I didn’t want to think about the disturbing messages that kept popping up on my phone over the past month. No, I didn’t dare think about it, let alone mention it to anyone. Also, my home had been broken into the day after New Year’s. Add those two things together, and I just knew that if I told Dawson, he would confiscate my phone and lock me in my house. And then I’d be climbing the walls. Trust me, you didn’t want to be around when that happened. I was an easygoing guy, but corner me and watch out.
Look, I knew early on that signing up to be a rockstar would basically blow my private life to hell. But still, I needed some freedom—a sense of normalcy.
But not lately.
I couldn’t even enjoy a random hand job anymore, thanks to my cock cage of a bodyguard.
My protective detail was fucking gorgeous but a ginormous pain in my ass.
Not the kind I liked.
When I didn’t bicker with him, I flirted. For two reasons. One, like I said, he was hot as hell with those dark green eyes and that ripped body of his, and two, I tried anything to throw him off my scent.
But the guy was like some wall of steel or something. Immune to my quips. Immovable.
Irritating as fuck.
And I’m not gonna lie; it ticked me off that I couldn’t charm him the way I could everyone else. I knew he was bisexual because he was open about it from day one with the band and his coworkers. And, not to sound egotistical (but I will), with most queer guys I met, all it took from me was a stare and a smile.
The rockstar effect is not a myth; it’s my life.
