Blush (10 page)

“HOW DID YOU hide my mama?“ Lucy asks as she hugs
Regina tight. I'm about to answer her when some fans come barreling
up.

“Oh Jesse,“ the blonde one purrs, running her
hand over my chest. Her fake tits nearly falling out of her
skintight halter top, her pants obviously a size too small, her
makeup caked on, and her lips painted fire engine red. She's the
farthest thing from attractive as I've ever seen. Even with beer
goggles she'd be one I'd pass over.

Her friend, a brunette, who is a little more
conservative with a tight Falling Down tank top and tight jeans,
starts rubbing her equally fake tits against my chest. Now her I
might have gone for.

“What can I do for you ladies?“ I ask with a
smile.

Blondie thrusts a CD at me. “Can you
autograph this for me? Pretty please?“ Her hand slides up over my
arm, up my biceps to my shoulder and she leans in so her breasts
press against my side.

“Whoa,“ I hear Sera murmur.

Xander groans. “And so it begins.“

“Sure thing, darlin'. Who do I make this out
to?“

“My name's Darla and my friend here is Cindy.
We'd be willing to share you if you're up for a little company,“
she bats her eyelashes.

Her friend steps up and slides her hand over
my abs and down to my belt loop where she hooks her fingers. I sign
Darla's CD and hand it back to her.

“What about you, sugar?“ I ask Cindy.

She hands me a CD of her own and then asks me
to sign her chest, just above her breast so she can have it
tattooed. A bit aggressive but nothing I'm not used to.

She hands me a Sharpie and I lean in to sign
where she points. She pulls her top down, exposing both her breasts
and I let out a chuckle.

“There you go. Anything else I can do for
you?“ I ask.

“Yeah,“ Cindy breathes, leaning against me,
her fingers unhooking from my belt loop to slide, palm down, over
my hip straight over my cock. I stifle a groan. I'm still hard from
Lucy's tight little body wrapped around mine. I need to shake these
two off, maybe pass them off to Xander or Ethan, so I can get my
wife alone. I've never needed anything more in my entire life than
I need to fuck my wife right now.

Before I know what's happening, Lucy is
standing next to me, eyebrows raised as she eyes Cindy's hand on my
dick. Fucking hell. I'm just so used to their aggression that I
don't even pay it any attention anymore, but from the look on
Lucy's face I don't think she's all that amused.

Lucy crosses her arms over her chest as Cindy
continues to rub her hand over my dick. It's doing nothing for me,
her hand rubbing me, but Lucy sees that I'm hard and, fuck, she
assumes it's because of this other girl. Shit. I've been hard since
Blush started their set tonight. God damn it. I don't think this is
going to go down very well.

I know it for a fact when Regina Russo comes
marching up, mirroring Lucy's pose, arms crossed, eyebrows raised,
lips pressed in a thin line. The only difference is, Regina's toe
is tapping and the tips of her ears are red.

I am so fucked and not in the way I'd hoped
to be.

“A laugh, if purchased at
the expense of propriety, costs too much.“

—QUINTILIAN

“OH, I DON'T fucking think so,“ I murmur. Just who do
these skanks think they are anyway? I stand next to Jesse, who is
doing nothing to deter this whore from rubbing her hand over his
dick which, by the way, is hard. Fucking bastard.

I cross my arms over my chest. He chuckles at
this bitch and her friend who are rubbing all up on him. Just wow.
Seriously? I just accepted this dickwad's proposal? He's supposed
to be my husband and he's allowing this? Well, maybe I should allow
some of the male fans to give me the same attention. Hmm. That
actually sounds like a great idea.

I turn and walk over to Sera, giving her the
look. She knows what it means. Her nostrils are flaring, her fists
are clenched, and then a couple really hot guys come walking over
asking for autographs. Childish, I'm sure, but two can play this
game.

We're laughing and flirting as I sign their
CD's. One of the guys is going to come to our concert in L.A. when
we get back there and wants me to sign his arm so he can have my
name tattooed. Pretty cool. And he's going to have Harley do the
work.

I'm enjoying talking to both the male and
female fans that have surrounded us for autographs and conversation
when my dad comes over muttering Italian curse words under his
breath. I'm about to ask him what's wrong when I hear
Welcome to
the Jungle
by Guns N' Roses start blaring from somewhere.

We all turn to look and Xander's over there
grinning like a loon while my mom is barreling down on the groupie
whores.

“Oh, this is going to be freaking awesome,“
Sera says as we head over there.

“Oh boy.“

“I love Mama Russo,“ Meggie tells me with a
bounce.

Jesse's raking a hand through his hair.
Uncomfortable? Good. Asshole. Indulging the skanks. If I wasn't
here, he'd probably be fucking them right now. Bastard.

I stand next to my mother, hands on my hips
mirroring her position, Sera and Meggie on the other side. Jace and
the guys are standing over by Xander, smirking while Jesse
struggles.

“Just who do you think you're talking to old
woman?“ Blondie says.

“Oh no she did not!“ Meggie screeches.

“Oh hell,“ Xander chuckles. “It's on like
Donkey Kong.“ He messes with his phone and
This Means War
by
Avenged Sevenfold starts blasting. I nearly laugh when mama looks
over to X with approval.

“Who am I?
Who am I
? I'll tell you who
I am, little girl,“ she sneers, advancing on the blonde and her
friend. “I am Regina Russo. I am this man's,“ she says with a sneer
at Jesse (go mama), “mother-in-law and if you think I'm going to
allow you to continue to grope a married man, my daughter's
husband, you're sadly mistaken.“

Blondie opens her mouth to speak and mama
points her well-manicured nail in her face. “I don't know what it
is you think you're going to accomplish by trapping this man in a
position he's clearly not comfortable with—“

Blondie cuts her off. “Oh, he's plenty
comfortable. In fact, he's hard as a rock right now.“

Mama sneers.

“I've been hard since Blush—since my
wife
went on stage,“ Jesse corrects.

“Hell yeah,“ Xander adds. “We all were.
They're fucking hot as hell.“

“Truth,“ Ben says and fist bumps Xander.

“Hmm. Why didn't Mrs. Kingston come over and
handle this herself?“ the brunette asks cockily.

“It's Russo-Kingston and she can't be
bothered to deal with any of you skanky bitches. You can try to get
your filthy claws into Jesse, but she knows who he's going home to
and it sure as hell isn't you!“ Sera sneers.

“That's okay. I've gone home with him
before,“ Blondie adds with a smirk.

Wow. I didn't see that one coming. I want
nothing more than to turn and run in the opposite direction but I
won't give this chick the satisfaction and I definitely will not be
giving Jesse the satisfaction of looking in his direction. Right
now there's just too much hurt, anger, and too many other emotions
running through me to be near him.

Face to the Floor
by Chevelle starts
playing and I nod my approval to Xander.

“In the fuck 'em and chuck 'em wing. Honey,
you act as if that makes you special. How many have been in that
wing, do you think? Oh well, it doesn't really matter. You were
nothing but a plaything for these guys to get off with. That's it.
You never got past the starting line. You see, me? The first time I
was at Casa Falling Down? I was in his real bed. I got the code to
the locks, inside and outside of the house. All in one weekend. Oh,
did I say weekend? I did. You got what? A couple hours?“ At this
point Blondie's smirk has fallen, both her and the brunette's faces
are pale and drawn tight.

Meggie snickers and mutters, “Cum
bucket.“

Harsh and gross but this chick is playing
hardball.

Thunderstruck
from AC/DC starts
playing and it pumps me up.

“So yeah, honey. You can think you matter.
You don't. You were a fuck, a means to get off. That hurt look I
see on your face? I feel no sympathy for you because you chose
this. You. Chose. This.“ I accentuate each word with a poke to her
chest. “So I, as Mrs. Russo-Kingston, didn't feel the need to dirty
her hands on you. You're no threat to me. None of you are, which is
why I was over there with the classy fans having a good time. If my
husband can't think to just tell you to fuck off, then that's on
him. But dragging my name into it, you made a huge mistake there.
I'll do what he obviously doesn't feel comfortable doing because he
doesn't want to lose paying fans. Hell, I'll give him the two
hundred bucks for the tickets later. Now,“ I say stepping even
closer. “You and you,“ I point to Blondie and her friend, “and
anyone else who thinks they have a shot at Jesse, fuck the fuck off
and get the fuck out of here before my Italian starts boiling.
Right now it's only at a moderate simmer. ‘Kay, thanks, bye.“ I
turn to stand next to my mom again when I get shoved from
behind.

Kung Fu Fighting
from Carl Douglas
starts to play.

“Are you fucking kidding me?“ I ask with a
laugh. “That's the best you've got? Now I know you are truly
pathetic.“

A new addition to the foray, a black-haired
chick, who thinks it's smart to shove me curls her fingers into a
fist and I smirk. That's when
Eye of the Tiger
by Survivor
starts. I love Xander so much right now. When the fist comes flying
at my face, I merely dodge and weave. I'm fucking Italian. My
cousins are in the fucking mob. I had to learn to defend myself at
a very young age and this chick is just slow as hell. I reach up
and grab her fist and her eyes widen, her mouth forms a perfect
“O“, and a collective gasp goes around the room.

I step up to her, my hand squeezing her fist
painfully, as she tries to shake me off.

“You just bit off more than you can chew,
honey,“ comes from Kennedy.

“You were seriously going to hit me?“ I ask
incredulously. I look around the room. “She was going to hit me?“
They all nod. “Do you realize I could have you thrown in jail right
now? I could press charges and they would stick. You'd be sitting
in there all weekend because there's no court hearings until Monday
morning and if your public defender can make the time to come see
you, you
might
get out before suppertime. Then there's the
fact that I could have turned around and punched you right in the
fucking face, like I wanted to do, and break your fake-ass nose.
But I didn't. Do you know why?“ She shakes her head.
Another One
Bites the Dust
by Queen starts playing.

“A few reasons, really. First, I don't want
blood on my clothes. Spenser gets pissy when I ruin new outfits.
Second, I'm keeping these heels and I don't want blood on them
either. Third, I don't want to hurt my hand. With the way things
are going, I'd break it and it'd really suck being on stage with a
cast.“

I hear the guys murmur their agreement and
bite back a snicker.

“And last, but certainly not least, I feel
sorry for you. All of you.“ They all flinch. “You have to stoop to
this to try to get a rockstar and for what? Because he's famous?
Because he's good looking? Because he's rich? Whatever your reason,
it's sad and pathetic. You shouldn't be here doing this. You should
be out looking for the real thing whether the guy has money or
not,“ I growl and throw her hand down. “Now move the fuck on and
get the hell out of here.“

“Whatever,“ the black-haired chick says and
starts to swing for me again.
Cryin' Like a Bitch
by
Godsmack cues up. I sigh, tilt my head as if to say seriously?, and
let my fist fly right into the bridge of her nose. I hear it
crunch, blood splatters, and she squeals like a pig.

“Bitch,“ I say, shaking out my hand. Cage
steps up with security, gives me a nod, and they haul her off.

We Are The Champions
by Queen begins
to play and I look at Xander. “Do you have a fight playlist?“

He nods. “I knew it was going to happen.“

I snort.

“Anyone else?“ Cage asks. No responses. “Then
move the
fuck
on.“

The bitches scatter like rats and the fans I
was engaged with before, who must have followed us over, all start
snickering.

“That's going to make the news,“ Damian tells
me.

I nod. “YouTube as well, I'm sure.“

“Likely,“ Cage agrees.

“Why'd you let me do it?“ I ask him.

He shrugs. “I thought it'd take a couple
shows for it to get to that point but I had no idea how rabid these
Falling Down fangirls were.“