First Chance (9 page)

I recognize the f
ace that slowly enters the door. Almost with a question as to whether he could enter or not. But as soon as he sees my face he grants himself that permission. Slowly closing the door behind himself he turns around to face me, he’s gorgeous and I laugh out loud at the irony of it all meanwhile I probably sound like a damn fool.

What are the chances, here I
am still recovering from an emotional overload, crazily laughing and in walks the angel of sin in all his glory. Showing pity and kindness in his hazy green eyes, he holds out his arms to me offering comfort.

Without thinking, I
wrap myself up in him. Relishing in the comfort, normally Layla would be that one, to hold me. But for now he will do. Anchoring me down, with his muscular arms I snuggle my face into his shirt, breathing him in. He smells of cinnamon and warmth. I wrap my arms around him, as far as I can reach and hold him tightly.

We say nothing to one an
other, an air of understanding interlacing between us, he holds tighter, squeezing me so close I don’t know where I end and he begins. We stand there for a while, giving each other our strength and holding our own weakness. My head lying on Sin's shoulder, the door is thrown open and my eyes interlock with none other than Steele.

Chapter 10

Steele

Twenty minutes earlier.... Laying in my bed, humming a tune that has been stuck in my head for days, I am trying to let the lyrics come to me. Song writing is a pretty long progress. How much do you want to reveal your inner struggles to your fans? Making yourself vulnerable to judgment, to people assuming they know what your song is about. You can write about any battle you have had in your life and just dismiss any ideas about it meaning something more with the swipe of your hand and a wink to a fan or reporter.

Many of the songs
that my band has performed and laid down in the studio, I have written and every word is from experience. But when asked about the meanings behind the songs I always comeback with some smartass made up lie. Our drummer Jason also inputs songs on the regular. Some we've collaborated on. I can hear every instrument playing in my head but the lyrics just won’t come.

Giving up
, I open my curtain and make my way to the ladder located at the end of my bed. I’m three beds high in the air. Even at six-two am not jumping to the ground. Fuck that. I would rather look like a pansy then possibly break a bone. Shits not fun and it hurts. Grabbing ahold of the steps on the ladder, I hear a shrill scream almost causing me to lose my grip and fall. I realize it’s from the Minx's' bunk.

Ripping open her curtain,
she’s laying there on her bed sweat beading down her face, body shaking. She’s breathing. That's my main concern the other being what in the fuck had scared her. Not saying a word she shoves me back and jumps from the bed. Walking through Liam like a blockade in her path. She runs to the bathroom.

I’ll give her a few minutes.
That is all though. For some reason her scream cut into my gut. I could feel the pure fear she had felt. Wanting to make sure that she will be alright I proceed to the bathroom. Turning the knob it refuses to budge. The Minx locked it.

Screw this. T
here is no way she is going to lock me out. She had to have known I would go chasing after her. I start pounding on the door repeatedly. Not giving in until she answers.

She yells to me “Who is it?”

Oh my Minx, you know who this is, I say to myself.

“What do you want?”
she asks a little more angered now.

I’m not answering her.
She’s playing a game. She knows who it is and she knows that I want to check on her.

She whips the door open as I
am about to knock again for the hundredth time, I catch my fist right before it hits her in the face. I would never be able to forgive myself if I were to have accidently hit her.

“What! What is such an emer
gency you could not wait until I was done?” She’s pissed.

P
robably because I witnessed a moment of weakness. A weakness that shows how vulnerable she really is. I push her in farther, so as to allow me to close the door. I don’t want everyone overhearing our conversation. I lock the door and turn back to face her. She looks like a deer caught in the headlights. Frozen. Possibly not expecting me to lock the door, I’m not a God damn pervert. Her virtue is safe with me but she doesn't need to know that just yet.

She goes on the defense. C
alling me out. That I don’t have permission to just shove my way into the bathroom, and something about not giving her privacy. I just drown her nonsense rambling out.

I
stare at her, fully taking her all in. She’s a spitfire that's for sure. She won’t just take it and sit back down. Testing her limits I step closer and closer. Seeing how far she will let me go, at what point will she set a boundary. She is fucking gorgeous. Such pert little lips, I would love to glide my tongue over. To taste her. At this second, all I want to do is pull her body to mine, feeling her supple curves grinding against me.

I need to get the fuck out of
here, leave right now. Before I make a big mistake, a mistake that the guys or I would never let myself live down. This Minx perceives to be an innocent, untouched by men yet completely broken. It’s not a wise or safe choice. But I can’t help wanting to rile her emotions, not retaining any control of myself I lean in as close as I can without touching her.

I whisper in her ear, also a sly move so I c
an smell her hair. “You my Minx, would do well remembering that this is my tour bus, so wherever I choose to be whenever I want to be I can.”

Fuck. Even I
can hear the lust and implications in my voice. The scent of her hair, fruity coconuts is making my mouth water. If I thought she wouldn’t put up a fight I would bury my nose in deep and inhale.

I pull back, risking a glance in her eyes.

I shook her, not enough to crack her. Yet. But shook all the same.

“Oh St
eele.” she says, flirtatiously.

I
hate that she won’t say my name. Her tone has caught me off guard, did I go too far?

“Babe, it really wou
ld be best for you to remember that you are the manipulative asshole who forced me to be here. Just because I am here does not mean in any way shape or form that I want to be here. Or that I want you or at any rate I even like you. Just leave me alone.”

Liar! I want to shout, but she sidesteps me and leaves the bathroom
. I relock the door behind her waiting for my hard cock to deflate. What is happening to me where aggressive altercations are turning me on?

I reach i
n my jeans and readjust my still semi-hard cock. I unlock the door. This conversation isn't over between her and I. Glancing around the bus, I don’t see her anywhere. She couldn't have left because we are currently driving to our next show somewhere in upstate New York.

I see Gage lying on his bottom
bunk.

“Have you seen Natalie?”
I ask.

“Yeah
she’s in the back bedroom, with Liam.” He tells me.

“What are
they fucking doing in there?” I yell, blaming him that they are alone. No one can resist Liam. My number is way higher than his but that's because of his extremely high standards. Most women will never adhere to them. Liam is a picky motherfucker and I will be damned he decides that Natalie fits his bill.

“I
don’t fucking know Ryan. Why don’t you bust the door down and go find out?” Gage says, teasing me.

“Well I
can’t just leave her alone in that fucking room with him.” I say storming to the back bedroom door. Shoving it open, the scene before me has fire lining each and every vein in my body.

Natalie is cocooned in Liam's arms, both there on their own volition. What feels like
betrayal paralyzes me. Why am I feeling this way? She’s nothing to me. No one. If she wants to fuck Liam, wants to be a non-self-respecting groupie that’s fine by me. Let them have at it. I’m not going to be in the middle of a temporary sex affair because with Liam that is all it will ever be.

I look at her,
hatred pouring out of me and I exit the way I came in. Quietly this time.

Just meeting him and she is
already wrapped up in his arms. It’s a wonder she even fought going on this tour. Walking into the kitchen area, Gage is making breakfast. The smells of bacon and eggs permeating the air. I sit down at the table waiting for the food to be set out. Pulling out my cellphone, inputting our destination into internet search to see if there are any attractions for us to revel in. We have two shows at the Time Union Center. Good thing because that means we will be staying in a hotel.

I send a text to Mel
asking what hotel we will be staying at not wanting to bother the driver. That way I can plan out a bit of a retreat for the guys and I. Maybe there are some local bars we can hit up. I would do well with a fresh piece of ass. Surely needing to get the Minx out of my head. Thoughts of her are only bound to get me in trouble with one of the guys. Every time I think of her my cock swiftly reacts.

Mel replies just as Gage si
ts plates full of bacon, eggs, French toast and sausage on the table. We will be rooming at the Hilton in Albany, for three days. Arriving the day before the show and leaving directly after the meet and greet then on to Buffalo, NY. Noticing that everyone has joined the table. I look to Natalie. When she takes notice that my eyes are on her she downcast hers.

Guiltily
. My mind running fucking crazy. I race through all thoughts of what they could have possibly done since I left them alone. Well if she wants to piss me off, seemingly on purpose, two can play that game.

“We will be in Albany tonight, not playing until the day after next. I thought we could go out scopin
g around for some new pussy.” I announce. All the while staring at her.

She flinches, as if I cut her, somewhere inside. Deep inside. Hiding it as soon as she saw that I took notice. Ignoring her
, pretending ignorance of her feelings, I glance around the table. Liam’s mouth is wound tight, annoyed maybe, a little pissed. Zepp, Gage and Jason agree readily all nodding their heads secretly. I look to Liam, in question if he’s joining or not.

“I think I’ll pass tonight. I’m not feeling well anyways.”

Floored, I know he’s lying. I would hate to admit it but because of him jealousy and I are becoming fast friends. That the Minx would even want to be in presence when she clearly detests mine, while he and I are best fucking friends, is beyond my comprehension.

Thus making me
want to ruin whatever connection they have between them. “Yeah, you don’t look so well Liam.” Turning my glare to Natalie “I don’t think it’s your scene but you could join us, if you wanted.”

And with that I ri
se from the table, dismissing the conversation. Going to the back bedroom, grabbing my clothes. In need of a shower. For years, nothing has come close to flaring my temper. Unbelievable that this Minx, within days of meeting me is like putting a match to gasoline.

Steaming hot water, pouring over my body. I close my eyes and picture Natalie, how I previously saw her in the bathroom earlier today. With lust filled eyes. Imagining her opening her swiping her tongue over her lips. Teasing me, begging for my cock to enter her mouth. I slowly glide my hand down to my rising cock. Wrapping my hand tightly around my growing length. The water acting as lubricant I start to slowly stroke it. Picturing her on her knees, mouthwatering, pleading for me to fuck her face. Not able to deny her, needing her mouth as well.

I slam my cock in her mouth, again and again. Only allowing her
short gasps of air. Furiously stroking my cock, that is now beyond rigid, as hard as I have ever been. So close, so, so close. Yanking my cock out of her mouth I demand her to stand up and bend over, succumbing to her need, greedily she complies.

I lift her skirt, push her panties aside then grip her hips and slam my entire cock into her dripping wet pussy.
I can feel her vaginal muscles contracting around my cock, on the cliff of orgasmic bliss, myself on the verge of combusting inside her pussy, I reach around and start rubbing her clit franticly.

Opening my eyes as my dick starts pulsating, spilling my seed
all over my hand. Dramatically disappointed, shameful to admit it’s the best sex I have had in a long time that I can remember. Mind made up – I must fuck the Minx out of my thoughts. There is no way she could ever live up to that one fantasy, even if given many a night to make it possible.

Drying my body off, someone starts pounding on the door. A new habit quickly catching on around here. Wrapping the towel
around my hips, I whip the door open. Of course, the object of my fantasy in the flesh.

“
See anything you like?” I say catching her off guard. Closing her then opened mouth

“Please
, I have seen much better.” She rushes out, trying to convince herself or me I am not sure.

“Then how can I be of help?” I ask.

Trying to hold my hands by my side,
the overwhelming need to yank her into the bathroom with me and fuck her up against the wall is almost will-breaking.