Chapter 10

Colt closed the bedroom door behind him and kicked off his shoes. It was the day after the concert and his shoulders were sore from the tension of the previous day. He rolled his neck, thinking briefly of calling a masseuse, but what he really needed was a good screw. Unless the masseuse was female and willing to give, it was no use.

His mind went back to his performance less than twenty hours ago. Leaning his back against the door, he closed his eyes, recalling the chanting of the crowd. The emotions and the sizzle in the air was one of a kind. It was one of his best performances. As he stood on stage, it was as if he could feel the electricity from the crowd. His heart had thundered widely in his chest with his adrenaline rushing through his veins.

This performance was different. Usually, he just did his cocky shit and didn’t give a damn. The crowd always loved him no matter what he did. Before tonight, his moves were calculated, rehearsed to please them. However, something had happened to him just before heading onto the stage. What came over him on that stage, he had no control over. He was on a natural high.

It was all because of her, Chelsea. She sat in the VIP section, and he felt his heart pump unevenly in his chest every time his eyes landed on her. And at that moment, he’d do something crazy. In addition to that, seeing her ass in those jeans gave him a hard-on, which caused him to go on stage completely sexually riled.

Coupled with his tension, was the frustration that he found her attractive. He let it out, all of his pent up frustrations, and the crowd responded. But it all came crashing down when he received the note from his stepbrother. Now, his mood took a complete one-eighty seeing Jason in his hotel room.

He peeled off his clothes, headed to the bathroom, trying to push Jason from his mind. That only led to thinking about Chelsea. As soon as she popped into his head, heat curled in his belly. As usual, he was sporting an erection, which seemed to be a permanent part of him. He was psyched and badly needed release. He turned the faucet on cold and allowed the water to chill his hot skin.

Little vapors rose from his body as the cold water bounced off him. The sizzle he felt inside started to cool. He allowed the sounds of his fans chanting his name to push her from his mind. With a deep sigh, he allowed his tense shoulders to relax. He felt the tension evaporate and was about ready to rejoice when Chelsea’s face flashed before him. Along with her pink pouting lips and sparkling emerald eyes, a bolt of electric current ran up his spine. His cock, which had started to sag, bounced under the water, becoming harder than it was before.

“Fuck!” he cursed under his breath, turning the faucet on full blast.

The icy cold water sprayed him violently as he tried to push her from his mind. It was a difficult feat. Not only was his erection uncontrollable, but his heart was doing backflips also. He closed his eyes and gripped the offending organ. Immediately, he felt a rush of current sprint to his belly.

“Damn,” he growled as the feeling spread throughout his body.

With his free hand, he adjusted the temperature to match his body heat while he played with his thickness. He made three strokes before his phone, which was sitting on the bathroom sink, started vibrating, creating a racket on the hard surface. He turned the water off and grabbed the phone.

“This better be damn good!” he almost shouted into it.

“Did I interrupt something?” Tara’s voice came over the phone.

He looked down at his hardness and replied sourly, “As a matter of fact, you did.”

With a grunt, he grabbed the large white towel from the rack and began toweling himself with one hand. His mind flicked back to a few minutes earlier and feeling, disgruntled about not getting his release. However, if things went well, in a few hours, he’d be dipping into some nice hot flesh. Tara was always wet and waiting.

“Yeah,” he said. He heard nothing she was saying on the other end, but he knew she was checking about the party. “I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes.”

He hung up the phone and finished toweling his hair, after which he dragged on the usual jean and muscle tank top. His hair was still a little damp, and it hung loosely around his shoulders. Ready to go, he headed to the door, but paused, wondering where his manager was. He knew Chelsea was inside the living room, but he wasn’t sure where Reid was.

He yanked the door open and casually strolled in, his eyes darting around the room. Reid was absent, but Chelsea was sitting at the desk typing away at a laptop. His eyes lingered on her a minute, taking in her messy auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail, her wide, thick-rimmed glasses and baggy T-shirt over baggier jeans.

His mind was playing tricks on him. This was not the same girl wearing the tight jeans less than 24 hours ago. She was not the same girl in the VIP section right below the stage where he could see her every reaction, the awe on her face and wonder in her eyes. This could never be the same one who gave him such a rush that he’d briefly … very briefly thought of ravaging her. He shook his head and walked to the front door, only glancing back once. She was still typing away.

* * * *

Chelsea let out a long breath as Colt went through the front door. She had pretended to be engrossed in her work to avoid his eyes, the disapproval in them. He’d stared at her with such intensity the night before that she had been afraid his glare would burn her alive. There were moments when he was on stage that she thought he was looking at her.

His performance came back to her. She could think of little else for the past twenty hours. Colt on that stage was like a different man. His deep voice as it serenaded the crowd had also serenaded her, so much that she secretly downloaded some of his songs on her iPod. She picked up the iPod and put the earplugs in her ears. As she turned on his latest song, “Rock My World”, she remembered that she should have found out where he was going to be.

“Shucks!” she cursed. “Reid is going to kill me.”

The last instruction left by the manager was that she should find out where he was headed. Reid told her that he was going to need some down time, and he was certain the star was going to head out. Colt refused to have a bodyguard with him, so that also left them in the dark about his whereabouts. In addition, he always ended up in trouble when left on his own.

The door burst open, and she jumped. Cory, Mike, and Tony walked in with Reid right behind. The guys greeted her and plopped themselves on the sofa while Reid walked over to the desk. She glued her eyes to the laptop and wished he would forget what he asked her to do. Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask, she repeated in her head, hoping that Reid would go back out.

“So where’s he off to this time?” Darn it!

“He … I … well,” she blubbered.

“You didn’t ask him did you?” Reid sounded exasperated. “Chelsea, when are you going to stop being afraid of Colt?”

“I’m not afraid,” she replied when she really meant, never!

Colt was not only a complete jackass but also dangerously having a weird effect on her psyche. She thought of him every few minutes, and it made her feel warm all over. There were moments when he was nice to her, and her heart would be raging like a bucking bronco. There were also moments when he’d look at her, and she felt like she was melting. Yes, she was terrified since she had no clue why she was reacting to him in such a weird way.

“Colt, where are you?” Reid was shouting into the phone.

She hadn’t noticed when he dialed. Her mind had shifted back to Colt for a few seconds. His handsome face flashed before her … her brain froze on that thought. Handsome face? She saw it clearly, his angular jaw, full, fleshy lips and his hazel eyes. His eyes were sharp, and when they looked at her, they deepened in shade. Why? she wondered. She especially liked the way he looked now, with his two-day-old growth beard.

“What’s the matter? You’re hyperventilating,” Reid was standing close to her, and she was breathing rapidly and shallow.

A light-headed feeling enveloped her, and her chest constricted. Was this a panic attack? No! her mind was screaming. With haste and a need to breathe freely, Chelsea rushed to the door. She could hear Reid’s voice call her name. It seemed like a distance away.

She dragged the door opened and stumbled into the hallway. There, she leaned her back against the wall, closing her eyes. What’s wrong with me? With several deep breaths, her breathing went back to normal, but her heart was still pummeling her chest. It had slowed, just a little, but she could feel her pulse throbbing along with its beat in unison.

* * * *

The music was stringy and grated on his nerves. Colt closed his eyes, leaning back on a sofa he shared with Tara and another girl. It was not the same one as the last time. He didn’t much care for this one. The girl looked strung out on something. Her eyes were wide and wild. He didn’t want to fuck her. He liked his women sober and maybe a little drunk, but not so drugged they couldn’t feel his cock. Drugs made you numb, plain and simple. Sex with a junkie was like fucking a blow-up doll.

Tara shoved another beer in his hand, and he opened his eyes just in time to see the blonde chick snorting white powder from a mirror. A flashing light brought his attention to a group of girls and a guy a few feet away with a phone. They were taking pictures and giggling.

“Fuck!” he rose, but Tara pulled him back down.

“Hey, let them be, they’re just kids,” she said. “They just want a photo of the rock star, and last night you were rocking baby.”

She pulled him back down on the sofa. His arm bounced off her breast, and he heard her suck in her breath. She snuggled up to him and licked his ears. He was expecting to feel what he felt in the shower, but nothing happened. The electrifying sensations from his shower session were absent.

Colt emptied the beer bottle in one gulp, calling for another. The girl beside him, Tara’s friend was riding her hand up on his thigh; it made his skin crawl. But Tara was sucking on his earlobe, and it felt damn good.

“Let’s get out of here,” he growled, turning his head, capturing Tara’s lips.

By this time, the girl’s hand reached his crotch and was massaging his cock through his thick jeans. He had his reservations about including her in what was supposed to come, but she was doing a fairly good job so far. When he managed a glance her way, her eyes were glossy, and pupils dilated.

“Fuck no.” He shrugged her off and stood to his feet. “I don’t need this shit.”

“What’s the matter?” Tara asked with a confused stare.

He thumbed at the girl. “She’s floating like a damn cloud. I don’t need that shit!”

“Who is she?” Tara asked, throwing him off guard.

He looked down at the girl who had pulled up her tight mini skirt and had her hand in her panties. One hand was under her blouse, fingering her nipples. All of a sudden, he wasn’t so repulsed by her and wanted to see how her little masturbating session would play out.

“She’s not your friend?” he asked.

“No, I don’t know her,” she replied. “Come, I reserved a room.”

He followed Tara to a bedroom in the apartment. He hadn’t even taken note of where they were until now. He was on the 11th floor of an apartment in Manhattan. It was supposed to be a house party. There were small groups of people standing around drinking and talking. As Colt’s eyes peered through the dim lights, he noticed little packets of pills, vials of white powders and syringes. The first thought that crossed his mind was that Reid was going to flip if he found out. Then he remembered the photo. He should have confiscated the phone and deleted it.

Tara pulled him inside a semi dark bedroom. She pressed her lips to his, kicking the door shut. One hand was running over his chest while the other gripped his crotch. He pulled her close, crushing her lips with his. She pressed her breasts into him, and he squeezed her ass.

A thought flashed through his mind, how would Chelsea’s ass feel in his palm? He removed his hand from Tara’s behind and cupped her breast. A similar thought crashed his mind as he wondered about the auburn hair nerd’s breasts.

He broke the kiss, swearing under his breath, “Damn!”

“What’s the matter?” Tara asked.

“Nothing, let’s make it quick,” he grunted.

She began to unbuckle him and slumped to her knees. She deftly slid the zipper of his pants, plucking his hard cock from its constraints. Without delay, she took him into her mouth, sliding her slippery tongue over him. Colt felt the tip of his shaft buck the back of her throat and pictured Chelsea sucking his cock. The fire shot through his belly once more. He used this to continue thinking of her. He could also feel his cock swell inside Tara’s mouth as her lips slid up and down while making loud sucking noises.

She paused to twirl her tongue around the corona while fingering his balls. Patience wasn’t his strong point, so he gripped the back of her head, thrusting his hips forward, slamming his cock deep inside her throat. With his eyes squeezed tightly shut, he saw Chelsea’s face, heard her moan as his mouth fucked her. His cock swelled some more, and he was on the verge of his release when a strange sound pierced his ears.

He opened his eyes, looking down at Tara. She was gagging and tapping his thighs frantically. He released her head, and she rocked back on her ass. He heard the vomit as it spewed from her mouth. She hurled for a few minutes while his cock shrank. He tucked it in and zipped himself.

“What … the … fuck?” she panted through trying to catch her breath. “You almost killed me!”

“I got to go,” he growled, turning to leave.

“Is that it? You’re just going to leave me like this?” she queried, her voice hard.

Without answering, he yanked the door open and stomped through, slamming it behind him. While passing through the apartment, he observed the same scene as before. A spark of anger lit in his stomach and started to spread. How could Tara take him to a place like this when she knew his reputation was on thin ice?