I hung up, feeling somewhat cheery about our conversation; I could tell there were underlying topics in Hanks witty banter. Things he didn’t feel comfortable discussing with me, so he joked and fobbed it off as a gag. What it really boiled down to at the end of the day, was that nothing would ever happen between the both of us and the sooner we both realized that, the quicker we could go back to being just Hank and Ace.
~Chapter Eleven~
Ace
The rest of the week was a fast paced blur; JED had managed to pull out all the stops in order to finish recording the EP. I was impressed with their effort and intended to reward them with a little surprise at the party later tonight. As much as I could say I was dreading going to the party, I knew I was lying. Deep down I was ready to enjoy a little fun before I had to buckle up, hit the road and focus on making this band an even bigger success.
“You excited about the party tonight?” a voice spoke. I turned around to see Eric leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. I was rendered speechless. Eric was wearing some tight-ass jeans, which hugged every muscle in his crutch area… including his somewhat sizable package.
He paired his jeans with a leather jacket, which he didn’t bother to do up but just left open to show off his very impressive chest.
The guy clearly worked out. If he didn’t
then I needed to ask him all his secret tips on keeping in great shape.
Honestly, the guy probably didn’t work out, at least not at the gym, but between the sheets.
“I’m a little excited,” I smiled, hiding my sudden appraisal of his fine figure. Why on earth did the thought of licking his ripped body turn me on? I gathered my poor sex life was making me want things I really needed to steer clear of. If I was to ever let any of these rocking rebels near me, I would crash and burn… and not in a good way.
“A little excited? You sure you’re not overly excited to delve into the world of us bad boy rockers?” he smirked, making me go weak in the knees. Fuck this shit. I needed to head home, shower and pound out a session with my battery toy before I faced a night of watching these boys enjoy booze, women and most likely a night of hot sex.
It seemed they had no shame; well at least Damon didn’t, since he and Elle practically tried to bang each other in the back seat of Hank’s Jag.
“Am I allowed to bring a friend?” I asked, hoping that I could score an invite for Elle. The partying was more her scene and she would flip over being able to attend the JED tour kick-off bash.
“I’ll say yes, on one condition,” he
grinned, stepping closer to me. His breath was warm and sent a shiver down my spine that hit me right in the lady parts.
Damn my stupid self for being so turned on by something as simple as a man’s warm breath on my face.
“I’ll agree if you promise me a goodnight kiss tonight,” he grinned.
I smiled and looked away; the thought of kissing him would be fun, but totally stupid. He leaned in even closer, his breath now whispering against my ear.
“And Ace, you better be a good kisser because those lips… baby they’re calling to me. And as much as I know that you’re supposedly dating Jake, I think you’re fair game, which means I intend to have my wicked way with you,” he said as he placed a sweet, lingering kiss to my cheek. He walked out, leaving me standing there wondering if I had just dreamt this whole bullshit conversation up in my head. Right now my girly bits were asking me to ride to town with my battery friend, and I had the distinct feeling that my battery toy wasn’t going to douse the fire Eric just generously started.
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Eric
Telling Ace that I wanted to kiss her was probably wrong on so many levels, but that girl’s lips were calling to me. When I walked into the studio to find her in yet another hot pencil skirt and button up blouse which hugged her curvaceous body, not to mention those massive breasts, I knew I had to try and see if I could raise a reaction out of her. I never expected to actually be so turned on by the fact that I could probably melt that little beauty and have her eating out of the palm of my hand.
Jake was such a cocky bastard. He had managed to get her to be his fake girlfriend in order to clean up his image. I knew he needed it, but the mere thought of her having to deal with his total crap was rubbing me the wrong way. I was no saint myself; I was cocky, arrogant and brazen when it came to women. I liked controlling them in bed, setting the pace and enjoying the ride. But there was something about Ace that made me want to protect her, not just from Jake but the rest of the band too.
Chris was a nutter unfortunately, he enjoyed not only drinking, but the occasional drug or two. Lucas, his brother, kept him out of trouble for the most part.
Damon was too pussy-crazy to even think about anything but his dick…not that it was a problem. Let’s face it, when you’re in a rock band the females are always willing and waiting to spread their legs and enjoy a bad boy rocker. But Jake, he ate women alive and spat them back out, before moving on to his next poor innocent victim. I swear as
