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“She’s magic.” Xavier glanced over at us and shrugged. “Call me crazy, but I swear there’s something different about her. She’s special.”
“Are we all just pussy-whipped?” I laughed awkwardly, feeling like we were getting too close to feelings or something equally dangerous for men who toured most of the year.
Jones nodded and cleared his throat. “Must be that.”
Yet, when I looked back at the stage and saw Layla pointing at a messy pile of cords and directing a man three times her size to do it over, I couldn’t help thinking that maybe X was right. She was special.
When she had the stage ready for us forty minutes before the show was supposed to start and it was organized better than most shows we’d done in years, I swore to myself because I knew X was right. She was beyond special. She was something else entirely.
She came marching over to us as we prepared for our soundcheck in her ass-kicking boots. She looked proud as she rested her hands on her hips and did a bow. “You’re welcome, boys.”
I grinned and wrapped my arm around her waist to pull her closer. When she shielded her head from my guitar, I couldn’t help laughing. “Hey, this guitar knocking you out was the best thing that happened to us. Also, thank you. You are a powerhouse. I truly don’t understand how you’re working for O’Brian.”
She tried to kiss me on the cheek but I turned my face and stole a kiss on the lips. She glanced around and I swear her cheeks went red. “I’m going to hang out backstage and watch the show. Kill it, tonight.”
“Throw your panties at me?” I wasn’t really joking. I was just already missing her being naked and all ours.
She rolled her eyes and walked over to the other guys to give them a kiss and then she disappeared off the side of the stage. I stared after her and then exchanged glances with X and Jones. There had to be some way we could get her to stay around for a little while longer. Then, surely, the spell would be broken.
15
Layla
Youareapowerhouse.Mack’s words circled around my brain while I watched the first few songs of their set. They were talented and I was enjoying the show, but I was also floating on cloud nine from that compliment. Being recognized for my talent was such a good feeling. I was missing that at work. I hadn’t thought about Matthew in days, but my vacation would end soon and I’d have to go back to working for him. He had me doing all of his work and pretended to be grateful for it, but he’d never said anything so kind to me.
I’d already stayed with the guys for longer than I’d ever meant to but they’d given me the best sex-cation a woman could ever dream of and I’d be going back home a different woman. I felt bolder in my skin and sexier than I’d ever imagined possible. I also felt proud of myself for being brave enough to take a chance with the guys. I’d never have another experience like the one I’d had with them and I couldn’t regret that. I wouldn’t.
I’d known the moment I put my clothes back on that I had to start thinking about leaving, but I didn’t want to. I genuinely liked the guys. That was probably a sign that I needed to go, though. I had no business liking them.
At some point during the show, a small crowd of barely dressed women had appeared next to me backstage. I hadn’t noticed them at first because I’d been lost in thinking about the guys and how soon I could get back on the bus and get naked. When I finally did notice them and hear their whispered words, I knew my time to leave was much closer than I’d expected.
“God, they’re so hot. Look at them. The sweat, the tattoos and muscles… I would lick them clean every night for the rest of my life if they wanted me to.” A blonde wearing a scarf as a shirt moaned and nudged her redheaded friend next to her.
The redhead was in the tightest leather skirt and bra I’d ever seen and she was rocking it. “I swear to god, I’m going to fuck one of them tonight.”
My stomach clenched with discomfort and I tried to shift away to avoid hearing more, but it was useless. There was nowhere to go.
Another woman laughed. “I want Jones to sing to me while he fucks me senseless.”
“I heard that sometimes they’ll all three fuck the same woman. I want to be the middle of that sandwich.”
Some of the other women agreed. Then, a woman with black hair and more tattoos than I’d ever seen moaned. “When they were here last, they took me back to their bus and fucked me. I’ve never come so hard in my life. I saw stars.”
“You fucked all three of them!? You lucky bitch!”
“They’re all hung. I mean, they almost split me in half. I didn’t care, though. I begged for it.” The tattooed woman fluffed her hair and smiled. “I’m betting I get a replay tonight. They were begging me to stay for another night or two last year.”
My stomach didn’t just clench. It soured and the lunch I’d eaten on the bus with the guys threatened to come up. Tears peppered my eyes and I turned away from the group of women before they saw me. I stood there until I got control of my silly emotions and then I turned to leave the venue.
I was a fucking idiot. Of course, they fucked hundreds of women. I wasn’t special. They were rockstars in their prime. What had I been thinking? They’d given me a good time and helped me get over Matthew’s cheating. They’d done more than enough for me. I had no right getting my feelings hurt over hearing that they’d done the same thing with another woman. Of course, they had.
I needed to leave, though. I was clearly getting too attached if I had feelings that could be hurt. That was the exact opposite of what I was supposed to be doing. I was getting over Matthew and letting my hair down for a few days. That was it. I’d done it, thanks to a few good days with the guys of JAX.
“You okay, ma’am?” One of their security guards smiled at me when I exited the back door of the venue.
I forced a smile and nodded back at him. “Yeah. I’m good. I’m going to get my things from the bus. Is that okay?”
He nodded. “Of course. You’ve been given clearance to go wherever you want to go.”
