Jaymes

“What is this life I’m living?”

Lara laughs. “It’s a nice gig if you can get it.”

“Dating a rock star or being the rock star?”

“Either. Want a drink? I’m going to get a bourbon and Coke.”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

Holli waves me down from the far end of the hall. When I reach her, she opens the door for me. “Come in. We usually hang out until right before they go on stage.”

Peeking in, the whole band’s there. Rochelle and Tommy are discussing something on an iPad and Holli holds the door open for Lara after me. I round the corner and there’s Derrick. He glances up, but from the delayed response he was caught up in whatever he was listening to. Standing, he sets his guitar down and takes the ear buds out. “I didn’t know if you’d be here before we went out.”

“I’m glad I am.”

“Me too.” Running his hand around my neck, I tilt back and kiss him. Even though we’re in a room full of people, I don’t hold back. Now that I’ve found him again, I don’t want to waste a second together.

Until the catcalls come.

Then we stop and laugh. I can feel my cheeks heating, but he whispers, “Ignore them. They’re just jealous.”

When I look back all three are kissing their guys and I elbow Derrick in the gut. “Yeah, I have a feeling they’re not jealous.”

Tommy says, “I am.” Spreading his arms, he asks, “Any takers?”

We all laugh and it feels so good to laugh so freely, our problems left in another state entirely. Or at least mine.

Someone knocks on the door and says, “Five minutes.”

Derrick gives me a quick kiss. “I’ll see you out there.”

“Break a leg.”

I shake my ass for him, and he calls after me, “Nice shirt by the way.”

Kicking my boots up, I say, “Nice boots. Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Holli slaps Johnny’s ass and Rochelle says, “I’ll see you out there. I have a few emails I need to send.”

Lara hands me my drink and we’re escorted backstage by a guy with a headset who’s holding a clipboard. Behind a curtain and through a door, we’re led to the VIP seating. Tapping Lara on the shoulder, I say, “I’ve never been so close to the stage during a concert before.”

Standing in front of the seats, she laughs. “You do realize you’re dating a member of The Resistance?”

“No. I don’t think it’s sunk in at all.”

The stage goes black with the rest of the arena. From where we’re standing I can see tiny flashing lights on the floor.

“Well, get ready.”

I’m not sure if she means for the performance or for dating Derrick, which seems to be almost the same as dating the band by how close they all are.

The drums kick off and a spotlight hits Dex. Droplets fly from the impact when his sticks hit the set. His arms are sculpted and on display in a sleeveless Journey T-shirt that has seen better days. “I wish Rochelle could see him.”

“She’s watching backstage. She always watches his kickoff.”

Not even two minutes in and he stops, and the lights go out. I hear shuffling about on stage but can’t see a thing.

The spotlight comes on and Johnny is standing at the microphone. His guitar swung around on his back. He caresses the mic like he would caress a woman. Glancing to the other side of Lara, Holli stands mesmerized. He’s wearing sunglasses, but I could bet money he’s singing to her. It doesn’t matter that thousands have spent money to see the band tonight, he only sees her.

She closes her eyes and sways to his sultry and entrancing voice, but it’s not him who holds my attention. Another spotlight kicks in and Derrick joins the chorus and then Kaz. Dex starts in with a backbeat and the guitars are added.

I spend the next hour screaming in excitement, dancing, and flirting with the sexiest guitarist I’ve ever seen. Derrick steps to the edge several times and once while changing out guitars, he fell into a push-up and kissed me. He didn’t miss a beat and Johnny laughed.

Lara screamed in excitement with me, then said, “You just won the most hated woman in America banner. I’m happy to hand the title over.”

“What do you mean?”

“Derrick was the only one left. His single status gave fans hope they’d get a hookup. After that very public display of affection, you’ve earned it fair and square after me.”

“I can’t say the honor is all mine.” I laugh anyway, but I have most definitely taken Derrick Masters off the market.

Looking down at my phone, a text catches my attention: Ace is in bed and had a great time. Have fun tonight.

I’m so happy to hear Ace is safe and sleeping.

The band rushes off stage and Holli zooms past me flashing her backstage pass and through the doors. We’re hot on her tail, just as excited as she is. She bounds toward the band. Johnny turns and just like that she jumps into his arms. His sunglasses are off his face and she’s smothering him with kisses.

Lara whispers, “They are the horniest couple ever.”

I’m too busy laughing to reply, but I’m competitive by nature. “I bet I’ve got them beat.”

“Hey Masters,” I call.

Derrick looks back and then turns with a damn sexy smirk on his face. “You talkin’ to me.”

“Sure am.”

“Why don’t you bring that conversation in a little closer.”

“How close?” I ask with only five feet left between us.

“Close. I want to show you something.”

I shrug to Lara and she rolls her eyes, then says, “Kaz, wait up.”

I think Lara might have a competitive streak too. But back to Derrick and how he’s kissing me with abandon in the middle of the crew rushing around us setting up for the encore performance. “Where are the restrooms?”

“This way.” He shoves a door open and we almost fall inside. Shutting the door, he locks it, and then stalks me against the sink. With one hand against the wall above my head, he leans down. “What do you need, baby?”

“Remember how good I made you feel?”

“Yes, I have a red dick to prove it.”

Red? Oh right. The lipstick. “I want you to make me feel the same.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“I’ve got fifteen minutes until I have to be back on that stage. Get to stripping, woman.”

My jeans are too tight and my boots are a bitch to take off. I do it anyway and I’m like Speed Racer doing it. Standing there in socks and a T-shirt I can’t say I’m on top of my sexy game, but he sure does seem to like it. “Do you know how hot you look in that shirt?”

“I feel even hotter. Twelve minutes.”

He chuckles and lifts me onto the counter next to the sink. “Lean back and spread your legs for me.”

I’d like to say this was uncomfortable or awkward, but once my panties were removed, I forgot what happened next. I just remember singing the Star-Spangled Banner and seeing stars from the ecstasy.

The knock comes with five minutes to spare. “I’ll just stay here with bones made of jelly. Go on. Save yourself. The world can have you for thirty minutes. Then you’re mine again.”

He’s laughing. “I really do have to go, babe.” He kisses me and it’s erotic and sensual. Careful not to expose me, he slips out of the room, but stops to add, “That was dinner. You tasted so good that I can’t wait to eat you again for dessert later.”

My vagina clenches in anticipation. Good Lord, that man’s mouth—skilled and dirty. The perfect combination.

Managing to get dressed on shaky legs, I slip my jeans on after an exhaustive search for my underwear. I have no idea where they went. Probably to the same place that only single socks go to die. Once I come out of the bathroom, all three women are shaking their heads. “You know we could hear you?”

“What? No? Hear what?” I play the innocent.

Rochelle says, “Let’s go. They’re already lined up to start the encore.”

We start walking, but I hear Lara say, “Girl’s got some lungs on her.”

“No,” I reply mortified.

Holli whispers, “Don’t worry. We’ve all done it. We’re just teasing.”

That’s a relief. I think.

“I lost my underwear though. I couldn’t find it anywhere in there.”

She says, “That’s odd.”

“Yeah, it sucks. I just got those today.”

We find our seats again and the band starts playing one of their biggest hits, but there’s no sitting when it comes to one of their concerts. I’ve been revived and seeing him on stage . . . Gah! He’s so incredibly hot up there. But then he shows me why his name is Masters. He licks his lips and tastes his finger. Holli, Rochelle, and Lara all look at me. I just nod. I’m not going to deny it. Everyone can see right through us, so I’ll just own it.

Hollie’s arm shoots straight out at Derrick. “There.”

“What?”

“I think I found your underwear.”

“Where?”

“Front right pocket.”

Following her finger, my mouth drops open in shock. “Oh my God.” The black lace is barely showing but we see it easily. “I’m going to kill him.” After I have sex with him for that. Dirty boy. I love it and I’ve never been more turned on by something so naughty.

He knows I know too and flashes that signature smile that makes all of us go wild.

When the show is over, the band leaves the stage and a security guard escorts us to the back again. There are lots of people rushing around, breaking down the equipment and stands. We walk into the dressing room and the guys are so quiet, but when they see us, it erupts into a room of chaos, each couple sectioning off for privacy. I grab my handsome man’s face, and say, “I’m so damn proud of you. You are incredible.”

With a cocky smile, he asks, “So you liked the show then?”

“God, I loved it. It was amazing from beginning to end.”

Lifting up so no one else hears me, I whisper into his ear, “I need to fuck you then make love to you all night.”

His arm comes around my back and he pulls me against his hard body. “Fuck. Yes.”

And we did.

Twice.

For both.