Romance: Gibson's Legacy ( New Adult Contemporary Erotic Romance) (Last Score Book 1) (6 page)

Wandering over to the mic stand slowly while Mick was playing the intro to our first number, I gripped the mic, taking it off the stand. Chloe’s eyes widened and continued to stare into mine and I couldn’t help but smirk wickedly at her.

There was a definite attraction stirring inside her, even if she would never have admitted it. Not one ever to pass up an opportunity with a girl, I decided to keep flirting with her. Fuck the challenge of the guy she was sitting on.

Staring back at her intensely, I could see that she was unnerved by my attention. The way her gaze always dropped to the floor when I looked at her as I sang, told me she had no idea how beautiful she was, and there was just something about it that got me.

Chloe wiggled on the guy’s lap and he took the opportunity to maximize that by pulling her ass closer to his groin. Exactly what I’d have done in his circumstances, and I bet he was busting out of his pants with the feel of her on him. I know I was just from watching her.

I didn’t think she was being horny though, because remembering how awkward she was when I spoke to her earlier, it was probably because I was making her uncomfortable. Shame I didn’t have more morals because I was the one that should have been uncomfortable; the girl had caught me hooking up so many times it was unnatural.

Obviously I pushed it too far and she couldn’t take what I was doing anymore, so she rose up off her guy, and then leaned in and spoke close to his ear, and giving me a prime view of her ample perfect cleavage. Straightening up she began weaving her way to the back of the bar and out of sight.
Damn.

When she did that it kinda threw me off for a couple of songs, but I figured there was no use in crying over spilt milk and tried to focus on a girl I’d had a couple times before to take my mind off her. Plus and knew she’d be willing to do whatever I wanted when the gig was done.

Second to last song was when Chloe reappeared, moving gracefully back to her group, tucking a blonde lock of hair behind her ear in a very feminine manner, she sat down on a chair that time. Another couple had joined their group by the time she came back.

A short dark haired girl had positioned her seat exactly in line with where Chloe’s seat was blocking her from my line of vision as soon as she sat down. Feeling kinda weird about how she reacted, I became annoyed with myself, because I figured I’d been targeting someone who was clearly struggling with who she was, and perhaps, sexually quite innocent. That didn’t sit well with me so I knew I had to drop it and move on.

Strangely enough, after that, I didn’t really feel like hooking up that night and I left the bar alone to head home. I could see before I got to my car that Sian, the girl I’d bagged a couple of times, was sitting on the hood of my car.

Her short skirt rode up, showing her white panties even in the low light of the car lot, and she was smiling seductively at me.

Once when Simon was moping after breaking up with a girl, Lennox had told him the best way to get a girl out of your head was, “to find yourself another piece of pussy and hit it hard.” So with that in mind, Sian became my fuck-it-and-forget-it ride for the night.

Breaking my own rule, I went back to her dorm, which was very unusual for me. Normally, I bagged the girls close to the venue we were playing, mainly because for one, I wasn’t interested in knowing anything about them. And not spending the night meant there was no awkward morning after conversations to struggle past.

However, this was my last gig in town because we’d accepted a resident spot on a tour with another band before Zuul got their act together, so I figured there was no harm in fucking on an actual bed and having a shower afterwards, just for a change of pace.

Pulling on my jeans, I checked my phone my phone and it said 5:30 a.m. I was wide awake and fucking restless, despite a marathon kink session courtesy of Sian, who lay dead to the world and completely sated. Damn, the girl actually purred at times during the night, which was so fucking hot. I liked that one a lot, and knew her name because she wasn’t clingy. I definitely wasn’t the only one tapping that.

Closing her dorm room door softly, I made my way out of the building. Breathing deeply, I felt more relaxed when the fresh air hit me. Fall is great for running. Cool breeze to keep you on pace, and the air seemed to cleanse my lungs. My lungs were the body parts that kept a roof over my head, you can’t sing if your lungs aren’t on form.

Unlocking my car I pulled a grey hoodie and pulled it over my head. Running was something I took seriously. It kept me fit, cleared my thoughts and regulated my temperament.

People thought it weird that I never slept much. All the time I was in school, I was familiar with the term ADHD; Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I was never sure why they didn’t just get it over with and name it, ‘I can’t control this fucking kid syndrome.’

Everyone talked about strategies and coping mechanisms and shit like that to me. Who the fuck knows what kid understands they have ADHD and what that means at the age of seven or even eleven years old? Hell I’m still struggling with what it actually means now. No one ever sat down and spoke
with
me about it, just
at
me. If they had asked me, I’d have told them that when it all got too much for me and my head was buzzing, to take me outside and let me run.

Reaching back into my jacket pocket, I pulled out my blue tooth and clipped it on my ear. Swiping my phone, I pulled the app up to my playlists and chose my running one, and began to run, not caring that I was in my jeans and the shoes I was wearing weren’t what I would normally run in.

‘The Boss’ Bruce Springsteen began to belt out, “Born to Run” and it was fucking perfect to set my pace. It was such an old classic tune with an amazing arrangement, and I was transported; in my mind to a visual of their official video that accompanies it on ‘youtube,’ and wishing our band was able to replicate that sound of the seventies.

Listening to music and running to the beat of a good tune was like the best drugs money could buy for rewiring my brain. Focusing on my breathing, counting beats and listening to the music was multitasking my brain could cope with.

ADHD meant my mind usually felt like someone had asked me to work out a simultaneous math equation, listen to the most intricate composition by a classical composer and identify the instruments, whilst someone talked over the top of everything. Nothing registered for me to process.

Three miles later I became aware of a girl running along in front of me, and it occurred to me that it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, following a lone female running before dawn. My stride was naturally much longer because I was taller and my pace meant before long I was coming alongside her. Glancing to the side, I realized it was Chloe. She was pounding the ground; stride for stride in time with me and I shortened my stride to match hers. I was about to speak when suddenly, she took off like a bat out of hell and left me stunned at the acceleration she had in her little legs.
Damn.

There was no way I was going after her to explain, I’d obviously done enough damage and scared her by running alongside her in the dark. Slowing my pace, I made sure she was gone before I headed back to my car. Stretching out afterwards, my body ached but it was a good feeling.

Sweat ran down my back, in fact, my whole body was saturated in sweat but my head was clear, and in a way, I was glad I didn’t have to be around Chloe again, because there was something about her that affected me and I couldn’t fathom it.

Life as I knew it was about to change, and I also knew it was up to me to take the opportunity that was being thrown my way, because it was a one- time deal and I sure as hell wasn’t going to get another one.

Stripping out of my sweat stained hoodie and t- shirt I went to the trunk and took out a fresh one. I always kept fresh clothing in the trunk because I hated being sweaty after gigs. As I was pulling the t-shirt down, I had a weird feeling like I was being watched.

Glancing over to the dorm door I was parked in front of, there was a shadow of a person that disappeared as soon as I looked over, and thought it was probably just someone passing the doorway inside. Turning, I got in my car and started driving home.

Later when I was standing in the shower, I got to thinking about the way Chloe had looked at me when she was taking the towels out of the closet and I wished I’d just fucking kissed her. Closing my eyes, I could still her eyes as clear as day. I washed the sweat off my body as the shower beat down hard on me and I tried again to shake the uneasy feelings I had about at that had managed to get my attention and yet had never spoken a word to me.

Once I had gotten into bed, my mind was trying to flit back to that one little moment in Matt’s office, and just the thought of that look in her eyes gave me a semi-hard-on. Then I got to thinking, that maybe it was just the thought of leaving, and the unknown road ahead of me, that was causing me to have all these fucked up feelings that were going on inside.

Turning on my side, I pulled the comforter up to my neck, and tucked it under my chin. Finally feeling ready to sleep for a few hours. Smiling, I contented myself with the thought that in life was finally going to change for me.

GIBSON’S LIFE: FIVE YEARS LATER

CHAPTER 6 - HIT IT

Gibson

Adrenaline pumped through my veins as my heart squeezed in a rapid, excited rhythm. The bass beats were vibrating up through the soles of my feet and the roaring crowd was fuelling me to take the gig to another level.

Our rock music was blaring as I strode down the runway jutting out of the stage and into the audience. Sweat was blinding me, my clothes were saturated and rivulets ran down my forehead and stung my eyes. My hands were so soaked. I was hardly able to grip the neck of my guitar, as I pounced forward and scissor jumped high above the crowd below me, raising it in the air.

More roars and cheers of appreciation swelled from the already frantic crowd, who bumped shoulders and swayed in unison to the number one song that started the whole, crazy- trip- infested life, I had found myself in.

Awesome, Gibson! A female voice broke through the crowd on a momentary music silence between the end of the first verse and the bridge as a black lacy thong landed at my feet. Looking down in the direction of the voice, I saw a frenzied female fan, currently being dragged backwards and away from the stage by her sweater.

One of the security guys was desperately trying to place his arms under hers, as another wrestled with her and tried to lift her legs off the floor to prevent her from getting to me.

Fiesty little thing she seemed to be as well; her dark brown hair was whipping back and forth as her head turned from side to side, arms flailing everywhere, and she did that ‘going limp thing with her body, that makes it almost impossible for someone to get a hold and lift their dead weight up.

Determination showed on her face, and her teeth were biting into her bottom lip, as she attempted to free herself from their grasp. There was something about her eyes that made my mind flit back for a nanosecond. Placing those eyes to a look someone gave me when our eyes connected for that briefest moment. Chloe. Her eyes reminded me of Chloe.

Sniggering into the mic, I shook my head slightly. I couldn’t help but see the funny side of how someone could lose all of their dignity like that, especially when I was the reason. That girl was just another random female who wanted to touch me.

Then again, from her appearance and wildcat behavior. I would have probably loved a ten minute interlude with that one. She looked like she would have put some effort in if I’d have hooked up with her.

Glancing back at the mass of faces staring up at me, it was exhilarating and kinda freaky, to think that we’d risen to the level of stardom we had in just a few short years. What a buzz it gave me, every time I stood looking out from the stage to all those fans and saw faces staring up at me, with a multitude of expressions, from joy to angst; depending on whether it was a ballad or a rock tune I was delivering in my performance.

I was humbled by the amazing crowd that night, by the way they all seemed totally invested in our music. And all of our original material. Hearing people humming along to our tune was crazy. For me, one of the weirdest experiences was on a rare occasion when I have been in a store and our music started playing. A couple of times I’ve heard an intro and almost burst into song too, forgetting where I was for a moment.

Whenever and wherever we performed, the venues were always full to capacity. Playing a gig to 12,500 people in a place like Wembley Arena seemed quite intimate, especially with some of the festivals we’d headlined at UK, such as V Festival and Glastonbury in the UK.

Still buzzing after the last note had been struck and the last beat of the drum sounded out of the massive amplifiers, I headed off of the blackened- out stage, toward the stark, bare clear bulb lighting to the stage right.

Grabbing the white towel the aid gave me, I wiped it swiftly and vigorously over my head, catching beads of sweat, and drew it around my neck. Taking a fresh part, I pulled it down my face, catching the sweat from my brow that was running down and into my eyes. The cool, comforting, toweling soothed the discomfort I felt from being so overheated.

Reaching over my shoulder with my hand, I bunched my t-shirt in my fist and pulled it over my head to rid myself of the sweat soaked feel of the clammy material against my body. As I drew my head up my eyes came level with a beautiful little blonde piece of ass standing right in front of me.

Adults can make their own choices right? That was my philosophy anyway. Those that condemned me…well I thought they were really just pissed because they were jealous, because they weren’t getting enough. No excuses from me about what I liked or what kind of man I was. I had just turned twenty four years old and I’d lived my life how I’d wanted since I left home at seventeen.