CHAPTER 13

Drake

Our first stop on the small tour was Jacksonville, Florida, which just happened to be Stone’s hometown. When we rolled into town, Landon and I cheered. He was meeting us at the venue tonight, then he’d pile on the bus and ride with us to the last three dates.

But the moment we got to the venue, Hank’s face was the first face I saw.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.

“Getting set up for a concert. What the fuck are you doing?” I asked.

“What the hell did you two idiots do to Delia?”

“What the hell does that mean?” I asked.

“I saw her at the hotel. She was fucking close to tears. What did you do to her on that bus?”

“Nothing. Just me and Landon shootin’ the shit,” I said.

“You’re intentionally making her uncomfortable and it stops now. She’s here to help you, to keep you on track. To make sure you’re—doing okay.”

The only thing she’s helping me with right now is a recurring case of blue balls.

“You’re the one that sprung this on everyone and put her on the bus. If she’s close to tears, that’s on you too, buddy. You know how rowdy we get on the road.”

“She told me about the alcohol in your bag, Drake. What the fuck’s it doing on the bus?”

“So now you got her spying for you?” I asked. “I’ll make sure to be more careful next time.”

“Knock if off, or I will make your life hell. Got it?” he asked.

“Whatever,” I said.

I strode past my grumpy manager and headed for the dressing room. I had to admit, I did feel guilty about the bottle of alcohol in my bag. Delia had seen it and had given me the most disappointed look. Not disapproving. Not like Hank. But disappointed. Maybe one day I would sit her down and talk to her about the pain both physical and mental.

Rright now, I had a fucking concert to give.

The show went off without a hitch. It was loud and crazy, with women tossing their bras and panties to the stage just like they always did. Beer was being guzzled and I kept throwing them back on stage myself. The women went wild whenever I gyrated my hips and I picked one out of the crowd to come up on stage with me. I was in my element, adored by throngs of people who accepted me for what I was.

The show ended with two encores and people throwing their shirts at me in praise. My band and I took a bow before we left, and I could feel hands groping at me. They were grabbing at my chest and ripping my hat off my head.

While I usually put up withit, I didn’t tonight. Instead of the groping making me ready for the party tonight, all I wanted to do was get back to the bus.

I ducked into a bar after the show and made my way into the shadows. I ordered a whiskey neat and downed it quickly, then asked the pretty little waitress to get me another. Landon found me and slid into the seat in front of me, his hands still shaking from the adrenaline of our performance.

“Disappeared on us pretty quick there, Drake.”

“Needed something stronger than beer,” I said.

“I hear ya on that,” he said, as the waitress set my drink in front of me.

“Want one?” I asked.

“Nah, man. I’m good. Stone’s supposed to get us later. Got some hotties I wanna keep it up for.”

“You’ve never had an issue with whiskey dick.”

“I wanna get mine tonight down a woman’s throat. Pussy’s getting a bit old,” he said.

“Only you would think something like that,” I said, with a grin.

“Hey. What’s up with you? You weren’t your regular self on stage.”

“The fuck’s that mean? That show was one of the best we’ve done in a while.”

“You just seemed a bit—distracted. Kept asking the crowd to sing so you wouldn’t have to. You didn’t do your usual stage diving. What gives?”

“Just wasn’t what I was feeling tonight. But the crowd was happy, so what?” I asked.

“Just wanted to make sure you were okay is all. I know you got a lot of shit on your shoulders. Didn’t know if there was somethin’ I could do.”

“The fuck’s wrong with you? I’m good. I always am.”

“Landon! Drake!”

“Stone!” Landon said. “What’s up?”

“Come on, come on. I went to the bus to find you guys and you weren’t there. I’ve got some lovely ladies waiting for us. Ready to party it up, Drake?”” Stone said.

“I’m good tonight, guys. Gotta get some rest,” I said.

“What?” Stone asked. “This is our first night. We always take a lady each on our first night. You know, to christen the tour.”

“It’s just a mini tour. And even though you two don’t do shit on our off days, I do. My knee’s killing me. You guys have fun,” I said.

“I’m sure that silky blond wouldn’t mind sitting on your lap,” Stone said.

“Can it, Stone. Go have fun. I’m heading back to the bus.”

“Not going to the hotel room?” Landon asked.

“Nope. Night guys.”

I didn’t wanna be in a damn hotel room with people watching over me. I wanted peace. Quiet. Serenity or whatever the fuck it was called. I wanted a place to be my own man for a little bit. For no one to need me, want me, or want to fuck me. I wasn’t feeling any of this shit tonight. None of it. All I wanted was to fall asleep face first with a stomach full of alcohol and no pain in my damn knee, and no memories in my brain.

Was that too much to fucking ask?

Landon and Stone left to go find whatever women they were screwing tonight. I paid my bill and left the waitress a decent tip, then headed back to the bus. I opened the door and got on, making my way toward the back as I grabbed a beer from the fridge.

But something that sounded like my name drew my attention.

I held my breath as I listened for it again, but I couldn’t hear anything. Fuck. I was drunk enough already. I put the beer back in the fridge and passed by the bunks, but then the sound happened again.

“Drake.”

It was nothing but a whisper, a prayer in the wind as I stood in the doorway that held the bunks on the bus. Stone’s bunk was shielded with its heavy curtains, but I could see movement behind the walls. I stepped a bit closer, holding my breath and trying to keep as silent as I possibly could.

Then, it happened again. Only this time, the moan was undeniable.

“Yes, Drake. Right there.”

Delia. Oh God, I walked in on her again. She was on the fucking bus. I crouched down and made my way toward the back door that housed my room, but when I heard my name again I couldn’t ignore it. It was wanton. Desperate. Breathy and full of desire.

Delia was fucking pleasuring herself again, and I could hear her fingers stroking in her wet arousal.

I turned around and gazed through the crack in the curtains at an angle. I had the perfect view of her hand between her naked thighs. Her skin was glistening, and she was bucking wildly into her fingertips so much so that her bunk was moving. I stood there, rooted in shock as my name continuously dripped from her lips.

Delia was getting herself off to me. Again.

My cock jumped to attention, pressing painfully against my jeans. I palmed myself, trying to relieve some of the ache as her sighs and moans grew louder. Her voice got higher and the bed moved harder. Her fingertips were moving faster and I could see her lifting her hips off the bunk. I unbuckled my jeans, shoving them to the floor and opened the door behind me.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I heard her climax, a mixture of choking and gasping as I closed the door quietly behind me. I pulled my cock from my boxers and stroked my thickness, my skin drenched with precum. I listened as she panted, cooing my name as my hand slid along my length. I could feel my balls already curling into me as I pressed myself against the door.

I closed my eyes and saw her hands again, deep between her thighs and covered in her juices. I could smell her. Fuck, I could smell her pussy permeating this damn bus. Why the fuck she wasn’t in her hotel room I’d never know, but I was fucking glad she wasn’t. Her sounds rang loudly in my ears as my hand squeezed my cock, my hips pushing into my own hand as I bit down onto my tongue.

If I moaned or called her name like I wanted to, she would know I was here.

It would ruin everything.

I stumbled over to my bed and pressed my face into my pillow. I thrust my hips into my hand, envisioning my cock taking her virginity. I could see it slicked with her juices as I fucked her into the world of debauchery. I could hear her moans as my name dripped from her pouty lips.

My toes curled as I came into the palm of my hand, coating my bed with cum that I wanted to desperately pump into her.

I panted heavily into the pillow, resigning myself to sleep with my pants down around my ankles.

Delia had been moaning for me.

All I wanted was for her to moan with me.