All I Need (6 page)

I eventually fell asleep, exhausted from t
he night’s earlier activities. When I woke the next morning, the bus was moving. I slid out of my bunk and stretched, wincing at my sore muscles. It was a good kind of sore from the kind of exercise I didn’t mind doing.

I found some coffee and
sat down on one of the chairs. Another guy from the press was sitting next to me, reading his iPad. I took a sip of coffee and sighed, almost feeling the caffeine flow through my veins.

“Rough night?” He asked with a smile.

“Something like that.” I crossed my legs on the chair. “I don’t know how some of these guys tour constantly. It’s exhausting.”

“I agree.”
He shut his iPad. “Well at least we get a break. We arrive in Vegas today and actually get to stay in a hotel with a real bed for a while.” He stood up. “Enjoy your coffee. I’m going to try to get a little more sleep.”

I nodded and took anot
her drink, a smile on my face. With everything going on the day before, I totally forgot we were going to Vegas today. I couldn’t wait for a few days in one place. I was going to take a long bubble bath when we get there and spread out in a big bed that wasn’t moving. Maybe I could even squeeze in some time at the spa. We were there for almost a week. The bands had a couple days off and then four days of shows. I couldn’t wait.

I finished my cof
fee and went to get my laptop. I set it up on the table in the kitchenette and got another cup. I wrote my piece for the week and emailed it to my editor for some feedback. I surfed the Internet for a while when my phone chimed with a new text message. I looked down and cringed when I saw it was from Shaun.

It was good seeing you last night. Hope to see you again soon.

Fuck. So much from not hearing from him again. I didn’t even know how to respond to that. I didn’t want to be a bitch and make him angry but I also didn’t want to lead him on. I needed to talk to Rebecca about this. She would know what to do.

I sent her a text, asking if she could talk, but she said she was
on a conference call for work. She was a CPA at a big accounting firm in LA and worked crazy hours. She told me to send her an email.

I
reopened my laptop and fired off an email, telling her about sleeping with Cane and then how I ran into Shaun. It was probably the longest email I’d ever written. I hit send and leaned back with a sigh. It wasn’t long before she sent me a text.

Holy shit girl! Sending reply now.

I grinned, imagining Rebecca typing her answer furiously with her long manicured nails. She was such a walking contradiction. If you met her outside of work, you might think she was a groupie who liked to sleep with musicians. Well, she did like to sleep with musicians, but she was also super smart and I was lucky to have her as my best friend.

I clicked refresh over and over until I had
an email from her in my inbox. She started out congratulating me on sleeping with Cane and said she wanted to hear the details later tonight. Her email took a more serious tone when she addressed my situation with Shaun. She advised me to stay away from him as much as possible and to let a few people I talked to the most know about him and our history.

She gave me great advice as always, but I wasn’t sure how to
tell anyone else about Shaun. How do you casually bring up the fact that a crazy guy you used to date is along and you’re just a little bit scared of him?

I deleted Shaun’s text
and turned back to my laptop. I wanted to do some shopping and sightseeing in Vegas, so I had to get some work done before we arrived. I was doing a few other pieces for my old magazine and I wanted to get them sent off to the editor as soon as possible.

My mind drifted to Cane.
I wondered what he did after I left him last night. Did he enjoy sex with me as much as I did with him? I went to my favorite gossip page and laughed when I saw a picture of Cane performing on stage. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and I cursed myself for not taking the time to trace those muscles on his chest and stomach with my tongue. After the way he made me come over and over again when he went down on me, I should have teased him repeatedly with my tongue.

I closed the page and forced myself
to think about something else. I had my night with a rock star. Time to move on. Maybe there was a cute roadie I could hook up with for the rest of the tour. Up until now I only had eyes for Cane. I had my taste and now I could move on.

If this was a
one-time thing and he was out of my system, why couldn’t I stop thinking about him?

Chapter
Seven

Cane

“Why are you in such a fucking bad mood?” Diesel asked as
he flicked through the channels on the TV. We were a few hours from Vegas and I was dying to get off of this bus. I was starting to feel like a caged animal.

I was restless
ever since Lindsey left last night. It unnerved me the way she got dressed and took off without saying much. I saw her all the time, so it wasn’t really an issue if I would see her again, but did she want to fuck again? I know I wanted to. My cock got hard just thinking about it.

“
I’m ready to be off this bus for a couple of days,” I muttered, hoping that answer would appease him.

“
I hear ya,” he nodded and turned back to the TV. “Maybe we can party in the hotel… Get a couple of chicks or something.”

“
Maybe,” I replied. When Diesel and I were in Vegas, we usually partied pretty hard. Our parties were known to last for days with lots of girl, drugs, booze; in fact, they were legendary.

I d
idn’t want to party this time. I wanted to spend our days off locked in a room with Lindsey. I would make her stay naked and we would order room service, not leaving the room for anything.

“
I’m going to go make some calls,” Diesel said and got up from the chair. 

J.J. c
ame and sat down in his place. “How’s it going man?” He asked.

“Ok, I bet you’re anxious to see Claris
sa today,” I said with a grin. J.J. and Clarissa were the only two people on this earth who made me think finding true love was actually possible.

“
Yeah, I can’t wait,” he admitted, rubbing his hands on the legs of his jeans. Clarissa had to go back to LA a couple of weeks ago to take care of some family stuff. This was the first time the two of them were apart for more than a week. I was impressed with his willpower; the women threw themselves at him relentlessly, but he always turned them away with a smile and went back to the bus alone. I don’t think I could have that kind of restraint, which is why I was alone.

“How’
s Lindsey?” He asked, catching me off guard and causing me to almost spill my beer I was holding.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I saw you two come back here last night. I was going to go to bed but when I saw you guys, I went back to the tent.” He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back in the chair, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“I was just walking her back to her bus,” I stammered,
avoiding his eyes. I never cared before if someone saw me with a woman, but for some reason, I wasn’t ready to admit I slept with Lindsey. I wasn’t sure why; she was hot as fuck and every guy here drooled over her. Maybe it was more about me not wanting to admit how much I enjoyed being with her.

“Lik
e hell you were,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” He examined all the rings on his hands, touching his wedding ring. “You know, it’s not bad to have someone. It’s hard in this business, but it’s nice. Despite the fans and everyone around us, it can be awfully lonely.”

He stood up
and put a hand on my shoulder. “I like her. Don’t let her get away.”

“It was just one night,” I mumbled, dismissing him.

“Clarissa and I met on a one night stand. I married her four months later.” He shrugged and rubbed his closely shaved head. “Sometimes when you know, you know.”

His phone rang and he pulled it from his pocket.
He glanced at it and grinned. “Speaking of the devil… I’ll talk to you later man.”

“
Later,” I said, chugging down the last of my beer. I got up to get another one and noticed J.J. sitting off by himself talking to his wife. He had a big stupid smile on his face and I felt a pang of jealousy.

I sh
ook my head and opened my beer. I was being ridiculous. I had it all right now. Why would I throw it away for some stupid woman I fucked one night? It was nothing but another night of sex like all the other numerous women I’ve banged.

Then why couldn’t I get this one out of my head?

Maybe I needed another chick to get her out of my head. Diesel’s idea of a party was a good one; I could get laid and erase Lindsay from my mind. It was the perfect solution.

I spent the rest of the drive to Vegas working on some songs f
or our next album with Diesel. We always worked together and wrote all of our songs for the band. We usually started with the music and then added the lyrics. It was such a rush, better than any drug. Sometimes it was even better than stepping onto the stage to the sounds of screaming fans.

I didn’t even give Lindsey a second thought until we got the Hard Rock Caf
é hotel where we were staying. I got off of the bus and looked over in time to see her step off the press bus.

She didn’t notice me, s
o I was able to check her out. She was wearing tiny jean shorts and a tank top that hugged her curves. Images of her tits with her tight nipples flashed through my mind. She had the most perfect, real tits I’d seen in a long time.

She had her hair
pulled back in a simple ponytail, revealing hoop earrings in her ears. Chuck Taylors adorned her feet and I had to admit she looked fucking sexy. She would probably look sexy in a garbage bag. So many women I met tried too hard but with her, it was natural. 

That was a bi
g part of my attraction to her. She was real. She didn’t fall all over me or suck up to me because I was Cane Stephens. She didn’t let me get away with any bullshit around her and wasn’t afraid to call me out.

She didn’t dress like a whore or wear a ton of
make-up. She had a style of her own and didn’t care what anyone else thought. I was a little surprised she didn’t have a boyfriend.

“What are you waiting for?” Zane asked,
nudging me with his arm. He was carrying a couple of bags and standing behind me.

“Nothing,” I mu
mbled and went into the hotel. I sat in the lobby, waiting for our manager to come back with our room keys.

A couple of girls walked by in dresses that looked about two sizes
too small. With their same long straight bleached blonde hair and blue eyes, they could have been twins. I caught their eye and smiled. I wiggled my finger for them to come over and soon they were on their way. Maybe an afternoon with these two ladies would erase that spunky redhead from my mind.

“
Ladies, how are you today?” I asked with a grin, and patted my legs for them to sit their bony asses on. They didn’t look so skinny from further away. Their skin looked orange in the light of the lobby and they had on way too much make-up. That’s okay, after a few more beers and some pot, I wouldn’t even notice.

“Are you ladies interested in a party?” I asked, setting my hands on their lower b
acks, right above their asses.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lindsey walk by and I did
n’t even hear their responses. Our eyes met and she shook her head with a smile. I’m not sure why, but I felt embarrassed she caught me with the girls. It didn’t matter, we fucked once and that was it. I could do whatever I wanted.

I let the girls keep chattering on my lap, pretending to pay attention to them, but
I was really watching Lindsey. Some punk in skater shorts and a wife beater came up to her. She smiled, but she didn’t really seem happy to see him; the smile never reached her eyes.

The guy stood close to her, almost like he was telling all the othe
r guys in the room to back off. I had never seen him before. Was he some dude she picked up after me? 

“
Ladies, wait here.” I stood up before they could respond. I was going to find Drew and get the scoop. He said it was his job to know everything about the tour and people on it, but he seemed to know an awful lot about Lindsey. I knew he had the hots for her, but the way he acted was almost stalkerish.

I found Drew over in the corner o
f the lobby on his cell phone. He held up a finger for me to wait a minute while he finished. I crossed my arms and looked over at Lindsey. She didn’t look happy to have that guy hanging around her.