Inked Chaos (14 page)

“He asked me a couple of weeks ago.  I was
going to ring you, but I wanted to tell you in person.  Oh Boo, I’m so happy,
you just can’t imagine.”

She goes on to tell me, how Razor had taken
her out on a private cruiser, and at dinner, whilst sitting watching the sun
set over the ocean, he had asked her to marry him.  I would never have thought
Razor could be so romantic.

“It’s why I flew back to LA.  I had
a meeting with the dress designer.  We want to marry as soon as we possibly can
after the tour.  It’s going to be a lot of rushing around, but I’m counting on
you for help.  You will be my maid of honour won’t you?” she asks.

“Just try to stop me.” I
announce. “When’s the big day?”

She then proceeds to blow me away, by
giving me a date that is only six weeks away.  The tour is on for another two
weeks, which only leaves a straight clear four weeks to organise everything.

“Are you mad? You are aren’t you? How are
you going to arrange everything in that time?”

“That’s where you come in.  I’m flying
backwards and forwards to LA as necessary, but after the tour, you will be back
in LA and between the two of us, we can do this.  I know we can.  You’re all
I’ve got Boo.  You and Davy, you’re my family you know that.”  

Well, there pings my heartstrings.  Yes, we
are family.  Jen was brought up in foster homes all her life.  We met at school
and from that moment on we have been like sisters, the three of us joined at
the hip.  So it goes without saying that I will do my utmost and more, to give
Jen the wedding she always dreamed of.

We discuss the wedding, which Jen states is
not going to be a media circus, but a quiet understated affair.  Obviously,
secrecy is paramount, with security being at the highest degree.

As we are going over the details, there is
a knock on the door and Tiny enters, informing us that there are still problems
at the arena, so AJ and Razor aren’t going to make it back to the hotel;
therefore, he will take us to the arena.  To say I am disappointed is a total
understatement.  It means that we won’t have much time together before he has
to go on stage, but at the end of the day, it’s who he is and I accepted that,
the moment I let him into my life.

*****

Arriving at the arena, we are taken
straight through to the rear of the stage, hearing as we approach the strumming
of guitars, and the odd beat of a drum.

Standing at the side of the stage in the
shadows, I watch my man as he works with the technicians, engrossed in their
conversation.

He must have sensed me.  Glancing up and
seeing me standing there, a smile breaks out on his face, and he makes his way
towards me, shouting “My girl’s here.”

On reaching me he pulls me into his arms and
gently kisses me.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” I smile.

Grabbing my hand, he starts to pull me
behind him, whilst rapidly walking away from the stage area.

“Come on.” He says and then shouts over his
shoulder. “Taking a break.”

Laughing, I trail along behind him at a jog.
 He pulls me into a dressing room, slams the door behind us and before I know
it, I’m backed up and pinned against the door and he’s kissing me, and when I
say kissing me, I mean
kissing
me.

Instantly it becomes heated, too heated,
it’s hot and its heavy and it’s downright wonderful.  With my one hand
travelling under his T-shirt, touching his warm skin, my other moves up into his
hair, both holding him as close to me as possible.

Breaking the kiss AJ lifts his head, his
breath at a rapid pace, matching my own.

“Damn, I’ve missed you.”
He states.

“Ditto.” I reply as I pull him closer, with
the intent of showing him just how much.

The make out session continues, with us
moving over to the sofa; out of control and oblivious to everything but each
other.  So out of control that it doesn’t take long for both of our T-shirts to
be lying on the floor, and we are lying on the sofa; our arms around each
other, enjoying the feel of being in each other’s arms after so long.

I can’t get enough of feeling his skin next
to my own.  I love his body and I watch my fingers as they trace his tattoos.  They
are truly a work of art, the best by far being the dragon on his back.

Whilst his fingers trace a pattern up and
down my arm, he tells me how much he’s missed me, and that he’s happy that we
are finally reunited.

Aware that he hasn’t much time before he has
to be ready to go on stage, I’m wishing this moment could last forever, when
there is a rap on the door, and Razor shouts AJs name.

Quickly grabbing our T-shirts off the floor,
we pull them on as AJ walks to the door.  He waits until I am decent before
opening the door to Razor, who is leaning up the door frame, a cheeky knowing
grin on his face.

“Hey Jorgi.  Boy you’re a sight for sore
eyes.  Glad you’re here to help keep him in line.” He laughs whilst walking
towards me and giving me a hug.

“Raze!” AJ mutters under his breath, which
almost seems like a warning.  However, before I can focus on it, Razor has me
in his arms, swinging me around.  

“Jens told you about the wedding?” At my
affirmative nod, he beams a smile and continues, “She’s been dying to tell you.
 You will help her won’t you?”

“What are best friend/maids of honour for?”
I reply.  To which he squeezes me tight and turns to AJ.

“Sorry Bud, but we have to get moving.” He
says and receiving an affirmative nod in reply, says he will see me later and
leaves the room.  

“Got to get ready babe.  You
going to wait with Jen?”

“Sure.”

Putting an arm around my shoulders, he guides
me down the corridor to another room with the door propped open, and I observe
Jen sitting inside leaning over a laptop.

Looking up as we enter, she points to the
laptop with a frown.

“Good, you’re here.  I can’t decide between
these shoes.  I need your opinion.  What do you think?”

AJ tugs my hand, making me fall into him,
places his lips on mine and whispers, “Go talk wedding shit.  I’ll come back for
you in a while.”

“Okay,” I whisper against his lips, then
watch as he strolls away before turning toward Jen and helping her decide on
wedding shoes.

Jen and I catch up on the
wedding plans.  She tells me they are being married at a private estate in
Malibu; and she has engaged a wedding planner to deal with just about
everything, who of course is sworn to secrecy.  Even as we are speaking, emails
were arriving thick and fast with information about various aspects of the
wedding.

Before we know it, Razor and AJ are at the
door, looking damn fine indeed, ready to hit the stage.

We all walk to the back of the stage, to
the sounds of the warm up band finishing off their set.  AJ gives me a quick
kiss and then Tiny leads Jen and I, to a section on the side of the stage,
where we can watch the show.

As the lights go down, the crowd goes
crazy.  The warm up band have done their job well and the crowd are wound up,
and ready to go.

As the opening strings of Skin on Skin begin,
I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but the crowd becomes even louder, so by
the time the lights are up, the noise is deafening.

I watch in awe as the guys do their stuff.  All
the magic of the concert in Birmingham coming back to me, and before long I am
on my feet, and Jen and I are dancing away just as we did before.

I can’t believe that I am in a relationship
with the man on stage.  It’s totally surreal.

About half a dozen songs in, AJ is standing
centre stage when he announces:

“And now a favourite of someone special.” And
they go straight into Dangerous Love.

Jen puts her arm around my shoulder and
hugs me tight, and I have to admit I’m grinning like a Cheshire cat.  The crowd
loves it just as much as I do, and when AJ goes down the runway at the front of
the stage, they go wild for him.  When next they wind up the tempo, I can’t
believe how much energy the guys still have and they are jumping all over the
stage.  It has to be said that they really know how to put on a good show.

Many tunes later, the lights go down and
I’m about to leave my seat thinking that the show is over, when the spotlight
hits centre stage, and AJ is sitting there on his own, guitar in hand.

“Now it’s not often we do this, but I’m
going to do a solo.” He announces, sending the crowd wild. “This is for my
Humming Bird.” As he looks my way and smiles.

My heart is in my throat as I smile back.  The
crowd quietens; you can hear the hush of whispers, and I can see people looking
in my direction, trying to see who he is talking about.

Slowly he starts strumming his guitar and I
recognise the song immediately.  It’s a version of Hold You In My Arms by Ray
LaMontagne.  I feel my eyes fill with tears.  He’s singing my life, promising
to hold me forever and protect me.  He doesn’t know it, but it is a song that I
love, and to have him sing it to me I am overwhelmed.  The tears are falling down
my cheeks, as I listen to his beautiful voice sing the words that go straight
to my heart.  If I had any doubts about my feelings for him, he just blew them
away.

The lights die out, and for a few moments time
stands still, the crowd silent, as if they too are spellbound by the beauty of
the song, and then the roof is raised, as they go wild.

Me? I’m standing like a lemon, tears on my
cheeks, hardly able to breathe.  He has just publicly announced our
relationship to the whole arena, which includes the press.

The rest of the guys hit the stage, and
they go into a fast paced number as Tiny appears in front of us, and gestures for
us to follow him.  When we arrive backstage, Jen explains that they’re on the
last song, and we need to be ready to hit the cars, for when they come off
stage.  Looking at me, she smiles and hands me a paper tissue.

“You need to take care of your make-up sweetie.”

Quickly taking the tissue, I wipe my eyes and
face, doing the best I can without a mirror, then turn towards her for
confirmation that it was fixed.  With an affirmative nod, she links my arm with
hers and we head towards the stage entrance where the cars are lined up, ready
to wait for Razor and AJ to join us.

We don’t have to wait long.  They all come
running down towards us, towels in their hands, wiping their faces as they
approach us.

On reaching me, AJ grabs hold of my hand
and pulls me along with him, quickly gesturing for me to proceed him into the
back of the car, then climbs in behind me.  Tiny climbs into the front seat
next to Wade, and we pull away from the arena; as I turn to watch Jen and Razor
jumping into the car behind us.

I’m instantly grateful for the blacked out
windows of the car, as we carefully drive between fans leaving the concert.  Observing
them trying to peer into the car, attempting to see who is inside, I have no
doubt if they knew it was AJ, the car would be mobbed.

I glance at AJ to find him watching me.  He
hasn’t said a word since we got into the car.  He’s just sitting there staring
at me, and I don’t know what to say to him.  I don’t want to discuss his
musical public declaration, until we are alone at the hotel.  

“You’re pissed at me,
aren’t you?” he asks.

“No!” I reply shocked.
“Why would you even think that?”

“Oh, I don’t know.  Maybe because you
haven’t spoken to me since we got into the car, or even looked at me for that
matter.”

“I’m not annoyed with you AJ, I’m lost for
words.  Please can we wait until we are back at the hotel? I don’t want to
discuss this in the car.”

“You’re not pissed at
me?”

“No, I’m not ‘pissed’ at you.” I smile.  Then
as I watch, he visibly relaxes and releases a long breath.  He was genuinely
apprehensive about my reaction.

“You were worried?” I
state astonished.

“Yeah, I was worried.” He says, grabbing my
hand and kissing my palm. “It was one of those spur of the moment decisions.  You
know what I’m like.  I wanted to let you know how I feel.  I’m sorry, I didn’t
think about the repercussions of the press etc.  This means that you are
probably back in the public eye again.  I’m sorry Birdie.  I didn’t think it
through.”

What can I say? I wanted to wait until we
were at the hotel, but I realise it can’t.  He needs the reassurance that only
I can give him, so slowly I lean towards him, and gently place my lips to his.

At first, for a brief moment there is no response,
then just as I am about to withdraw in confusion, his arms tighten around me,
and he takes over the kiss.

Breaking our mouths apart, he rests his
forehead to mine, his breath coming in short gasps mingling with my own, as
with a look of relief on his face, he closes his eyes and hugs me close.

How did we get this deep, so quickly? We
haven’t even seen each other for weeks.  Maybe that’s why our emotions seem so
heightened? Maybe after the separation, he was unsure of how I would react.  All
I can do is try to put his mind at rest, and hugging him tightly, I turn my
face to his neck and gently kiss him.

“It’s all good AJ honest.” Then something
comes to mind and I ask him. “Honey, why did you call me Humming Bird at the
concert, but now call me Birdie?”

“Birdie is mine and only mine.  I want to
be the only one to call you that.  It’s ours.” He replies taking my breath
away.

He runs deep this man of mine.  In a way
that I am only just beginning to understand.  However, we are still learning
about each other, and this incident is evidence of that fact.  It’s a bit
daunting knowing that once again, I will be in the public eye.  However, that
would have happened eventually anyway, and how can I mind too much when he sang
that beautiful song to me so openly.  Leaning across, I place my lips to his, and
it takes only for me to run the tip of my tongue across his lips, for us to
catch fire.  It’s lucky that the partition screen between us and the front
seats is blacked out, or I would never be able to look Wade and Tiny in the
face again.  

It seems at the same time, we both become
aware that the car has stopped moving, and looking out of the window, I see we
are at the hotel and Tiny is patiently standing with his back to the door.

We take a few moments to catch our breath.  With
me running my hands through my hair, trying to resume it to something that
doesn’t look like I’ve just had a heavy make out session, in the back of the
car like a teenager.  AJ with a smile on his face as he starts straightening
out his clothes.

“Ready?” he asks, and at my nod, he opens
the door and taking my hand, he exits the car pulling me behind him.  It’s only
then that I notice the reporters gathered around the entrance to the hotel.

At once they start bombarding us with the
usual questions about our relationship, asking my name and where did we meet? How
long had we known each other? The flash bulbs from their cameras almost
blinding me.

AJ places his arm around my shoulders and
pulls me close, as we make our way into the hotel, with Tiny guarding on one
side and Wade on the other.  Thankfully, as we enter, the press are made to
stay outside, so we are able to carry on our way with no more interruptions.

“Well! That didn’t take long, did it?” States
AJ, as we enter the lift heading for our room.

I can tell by the tightening around his
mouth, and his frown that he’s not pleased; but what exactly did he expect? He
knew that there were press at the concert; it’s inevitable that we were going
to receive some hassle from them.  AJ and Inked Chaos are one of the biggest
bands around.  There are always reports in the magazines and press about what
they have been doing.  Turning towards me, AJ opens his mouth to speak, and I
know that once again he is going to apologise for outing our relationship.  Reaching
out I place a fingertip on his lips.

“Stop.  Don’t even start.  It had to come
out sooner or later, and we would have had to face it then.  What’s done is
done.  We move on, and deal with it as we need to.”

AJ gazes at me for a long moment, then
smiles a very large beaming smile.  

“You truly are amazing.” He says, then
turns to Tiny and Wade. “Isn’t she? My girl’s amazing.”

I watch as both of them nod in agreement
like a pair of nodding dogs.  The doors open, and as we move out into the
corridor, AJ acquires a serious expression on his face.  On reaching our suite,
he turns to them both, and with a knowing glance announces:

“Meeting first thing in the morning.” Seeing
them both nod affirmatively, I watch them turn away and we enter our suite.  Closing
out the outside world and entering our own.

Walking into the lounge area, I place my
bag and jacket on one of the chairs and watch as AJ places the hotel cardkey on
a table.

“I’m going to order some room service and
take a shower.  Are you hungry?” he asks.  Realising it had been several hours
ago at lunchtime since I last ate, I nod.

“I could do with something.  Just a
sandwich.”

Moving over to the phone, I listen as he
calls room service and orders some chicken salad sandwiches, some chips and
some raspberry cheesecake, and to wash it all down, a bottle of wine.  Replacing
the phone, he pulls off his T-shirt and throws it over the chair, heading towards
the bedroom; calling over his shoulder as he goes, that he will be ten minutes.

This is the first time I’ve had to myself
since I reached London, and I take the time to go over what has happened in the
last few hours.  Jen getting married, the concert and AJ’s solo performance.  My
brain is working overtime, just trying to compute all this information.

I am brought into the present by a knock on
the door, which of course is the room service.  Tipping the waiter, I look at
the table laden with food and find a veritable feast.  Well! A sandwich
obviously doesn’t just mean two slices of bread with a filling.

Just as I’m turning from the table,
intending to wait for AJ, he appears wearing faded jeans and nothing else.

Am I supposed to be able to concentrate on
food when he’s dressed like that and looking so good, because it’s just not
going to happen?

“Good, foods here I’m starving.  Let’s tuck
in.” he says and holds out a chair at the table for me.  He takes the seat next
to me, and we both tuck into the food.  I hadn’t realised how hungry I was
until I take the first bite, and we eat in silence, and drink the wine.

Totally replete I sit back and take a deep
breath, watching AJ as he finishes his meal; which I have to say was twice the
size of mine, but then he has to feed those gorgeous muscles of his.  After all
the jumping around the stage, I can imagine he must have built up quite an
appetite.  Wiping his mouth on a napkin he turns to me and smiles.

“Have you eaten enough?” at my nod, he
grabs the bottle of wine and refills our glasses. “Come on, let’s get comfy.”
He says as he takes my hand, waits for me to rise from my chair, and leads me
over to the sofa.

Placing his glass on the coffee table in
front of us, he takes my glass from my hand and does the same.  Reaching out,
he tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear, and then leaves his hand cradling
my neck as he leans down to kiss me.

What can I say? Where AJ is concerned, I am
weak.  Before I know it we are lying on the sofa, and I’m down to my underwear.

Standing up, he swiftly lifts me into his
arms, and marches into the bedroom.  Placing me on the bed, he quickly removes
his jeans revealing that he was going commando, before following me down, lying
next to me.

Slowly taking his time, he removes my underwear,
and starts to run his hands down over my body.  Stopping to pay my breasts
close attention, he pinches my nipples between his finger and thumb, causing
the area between my legs to spasm, and my body to arch off the bed, forcing my
breast upwards unconsciously begging for more.

Lowering his head, he takes my nipple into
his mouth and sucks it deep, whilst his other hand glides down my side, coming
to rest briefly on my hip before moving to rest between my legs.  His touch
lights me up like a firework, and I roll towards him pushing his shoulders,
until he is lying on his back and I am on all fours bending over him.  I start
slowly; kissing his lips and leisurely make my way down his body.  Licking his
nipples and nibbling them gently, before making my way to his abs, where I
caress and lick his body running my tongue around his belly button.  Before
heading further south until I come to his manhood, kissing the tip almost
reverently, before running my tongue across the tip, tasting all that is AJ.