He pulled away, my head filled with images I knew I shouldn’t be picturing but I couldn’t help. I wanted to strip Eric down and ride that dirty, sexy rocker to town.
I kept my eyes closed and tried to breath, in order to return my erratic heart beat to its normal rhythm.
“We shouldn’t have kissed,” I mumbled more to myself then to him.
“Those lips! Ace, they call to me; you can’t blame me for wanting to kiss you,” Eric whispered.
“I don’t blame you, I blame myself.” I replied.
I replaced my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back as I turned to exit the door. I looked back, even thought I knew I shouldn’t have.
“You have less than twenty minutes before you’re due on stage, I do hope you rock the house,” I smiled.
“Ace,” Eric called, stopping me in my tracks. I looked up into those big, brown eyes of his. If I stood here long enough I was likely to fall into the intriguing and very sexy abyss that is Eric; the bad boy bass guitarist of JED.
“Come here,” he commanded. For a twenty-six year old, the guy knew how make a woman obey. I was fighting with myself not to listen to his demand and ignore it. I didn’t allow guys to take control of my life, I was the one who took control and made the decisions.
“Ace, baby, come on,” he whispered.
“Eric,” I raised my voice a little higher than I intended for it to sound. “What do you want?” I moaned.
“Lacey… I want many things, but in all honesty I want you; whether we have a friendship or something more, I’m just keen to get closer to you,” he replied.
“Don’t bullshit me E; I know you want in my panties which will never happen. You have fifteen minutes, stop wasting time,” I groaned,
as I left the room and headed to my own
dressing room to freshen up. What was with all these men in my life? All confessing they want things from me.
˜*˜
The boys had rocked the house, figuratively speaking. The crowd was wild and had gone wild. I was grateful for Forman and his crew of burly security for helping keep the screaming, horny females at bay. I had nearly pissed my pants at the amount of underwear thrown at the boys on stage. I seriously wondered how many of them were used panties and bra’s, which then made me think of the females out there that were on their way home from this concert letting the free flag fly.
Shaking my head at the mere thought, I melted into the back seat of the town car and closed my eyes. It was way after three O’clock and I had about five hours before I was set to pack up all my belongings and jump on a bus with JED to road trip to our next destination.
I woke the next morning astonishingly feeling good, considering I had all of two and half hours of sleep.
I had dozed briefly in the car and then once I had arrived back at the hotel, those fucked up tingly feelings in my lady bits had returned.
I had thought about sneaking down the hall and demanding Jake, my fake boyfriend, to relieve my sudden urges, but that thought was quickly tucked away when I remembered he had screwed those two females at that party a few days back and that was not someone I wanted to sleep with.
I then thought maybe Lucas could turn a blind eye to me, being the bands manager and help me out, but truthfully the only bad boy rocker I wanted was Eric.
After contemplating that going to him would be the biggest mistake of my life, I had finally exhausted myself and crashed out.
I woke several times, once due to a vivid dream I couldn’t quite shake, another time due to noise from the band members enjoying the spoils of women they clearly picked up at the gig. There were thousands, I mean thousands of screaming, drunk, horny women wanting a ride of the Jake stick. Even Eric and Damon had their fair share of admirers.
It wasn’t until I heard the forth screaming woman that I decided I needed to give the guys a piece of my mind.
I threw a robe around myself and headed out the door.
I wasn’t even sure who my noisy neighbor was, but he was about to cop an earful from me.
I banged on the door several times before
it was flung open, revealing a random, naked woman standing before me. She was short, blonde and had a scowl on her face.
“Who the fuck are you?” she spat.
“Ace,” I heard Lucas yell, I rolled my eyes and pushed my way into the room.
I thought hooking up with Eric was going to be a big mistake, walking into this room was the big mistake. It was no wonder I could hear women screaming their pleasures, the amount of girls Lucas and Chris had in the hotel room was ridiculous.
“You come to join us love?” Chris mumbled. He was busy with a chick grinding into his lap.
“Actually I’m here to tell you two to keep it down,” I smiled, trying to see if this would help with making them see my point of view.
Lucas got up from his position on the bed, a few girls passed out
