Everything I Have (Everything I Want #3) (3 page)

I shrug. Knowing it’s going to have to change now, duh.

“But… you know, the concept is still the same.”

I gesture with my hands. Last tour, Frankie had me mix up every look for every show. This time, however, he planned for a certain wardrobe to be worn here in the States and something different in Europe.

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t give a shit.”

He winks at me as the corner of his lips raise even more, showing off his straight teeth. When he’s done with my face, he walks over to the iPod and fumbles with it before playing another song.

“Okay, girl,” he curls his index finger up at me as he starts leading the way over to one of the suitcases on the table. He stops suddenly and slowly spins around, crossing his arms over his chest, cocking his head to the side. “You trust me, right?”

Huh?

“Yes…” I draw out the word as if I’m unsure and all he does is pucker his full lips out at me, obviously seeing my doubt.

Still focusing on me, I see his left arm reach out and pull something out of the suitcase, like that old kids’ show I used to watch all the time when I was young, Mr. Dress Up. I’d always wonder how in the hell every time he went to his magic trunk, whatever it was he was looking for was
always
on top. My eyes widen as Frankie pulls out fishnet stockings and another piece of leather. My mouth pops opens and I already know, no way in hell. This has to be the most scandalous thing I have ever seen him pull out in front of me.

He laughs a little to himself.

“Don’t freak, just go into the bathroom and put it on. Trust me…”

************

Of course, Frankie insisted on coming with me so I wouldn’t steal a glimpse at myself. When he leads me out of the bathroom, Luscious Jackson’s
Naked Eye
intro is coming through the speakers. Frankie, who has his hands still over my eyes, sways his hips to the beat.

“You ready, girl?” he whispers in my ear.

His hands fall to his sides and it takes me a few moments before I focus my eyesight on the mirror before me. Holy shit! My eyes roam up the length of me in the full mirror. Frankie has me wearing these light, black nylons that I still have the urge to pick out of my ass. But they look so sweet! The upper left thigh is shredded with black knee socks pulled up.

I have on these kickass black boots with buckles on the side paired with black jean shorts…they’re not even shorts, really. It’s like the kind of shit Frankie packed for Hawaii. But damn… I love it. A studded belt hangs loosely off my hips, and my top… what top? Just a black lace bra paired with a black leather bomber jacket. My hair is wild in loose waves falling around my face and breasts, and my makeup is dramatic. Dark, smoky eyes with eyelash pieces extending them out, and a ruby red pearl lipstick on.

Frankie stands behind me, smiling to himself at the job well done, playing with my hair.

“I know, right?” he answers me without me saying a word on how fucking awesome I look right now. He steps off to the side and folds his arms over again. Popping his hip out, he stares at me in the mirror.

“What you usually wear was already fitted to your body from a couple months ago. But now that some changes are happening, it’s a little harder to pull your old top up.”

He hurries and holds his hands out in defense before going on.

“You’re not fat!” his eyes go wide as if he’s offended me. “It’s just that, the simplest of weight gain wouldn’t make that outfit work. And your boobies are already too fucking snug in that top.” He throws back his hair over his shoulder. “You maybe only a hundred and twenty eight right now, so don’t worry.”

I’m not. Closed mouth smiling back at him, I wait for him to continue.

“It’s just…well, fuck.” He gestures for me to take my eyes off him through the mirror and look down to where he’s pointing at. “Girl, take one last long look, because it’s gonna be a while before you see this again.”

He smiles after he finishes, but not a teasing one. A genuine, eyes sparkling smile.

Taking my appearance in, I can’t help the smile that slowly creeps across my face. Yes, I look hot, but that doesn’t cause the smile. It begins deep inside me and suddenly, I’m overwhelmed with this sense of peace. Resting my hands on my hips, I make it look like I’m checking myself out, but really, it’s knowing how my body will change with an actual human being growing inside of it. I’m ready for it…
I think?

Chapter Three

Tristan

Something is up. I just fucking know it is. My girl is…
different?
I don’t really know what exactly is going on, but one thing I for sure as fuck know is, she’s off. Her mind is somewhere else. Yeah, whatever. I ignored it earlier, but if she keeps this shit up, I’m going to get answers.

Sitting back here with the guys as the openers take the stage, I roll my glass of whiskey between my palms, anxious as fuck for when Sophia will get here. I know she’s the last minute kind, showing up right before a set, but they’re about to go on any goddamn minute and she’s still a no-show. She said she was tired earlier. Maybe she is getting sick or something?

Just as I'm getting ready to get up and go check on her, she and Frankie show up together. My dick instantly hardens at the sight of my girl. My teeth clench as I fist my hands at my sides. We’re at an outdoor venue, so maybe that’s why she’s dressed like that. Sophia must know that she is revealing more than usual because this is the first time that I ever seen Frankie come back here after getting her ready. His eyeliner coated eyes stare at me.

What?
Does he think I’m gonna fly off the handle at the sight of her? Well, maybe I fucking want to, but I know this is all for show and damn… just the sight of her is pretty fucking entertaining.

Taking a few steps closer to her, her eyes lock on mine with no emotion behind them. Frankie, however, looks like he’s about to pass out. What in the hell is going on?

Wrapping my fingers around her small wrist, I faintly hear her guys getting ready to go on in the background. Her breathing quickens when I pull her against my chest.

“What’s up with you?” I ask her, pressing my cheek against hers.

Fuck,
she smells so good. Her tiny body trembles against mine and I step back to get a good look at her face.

“I’m o-okay…” she stutters before her eyes meet mine.

She clearly must see the freaking concern I have on my face. This isn’t like her and I don’t really think it’s “us” that’s causing her to act like this, but it kills me that she is even nervous around me. Doesn’t she trust me by now?

“Fuck yeah, Tampa!” Roger shouts as he walks by us, patting Sophia on her shoulder once.

She jumps at the sudden feel of his hand on her, but quickly stills again and looks back up at me.

“Actually, I think I may skip out on the party tonight,” she whispers back to me. “I’m just a little out of it today, that’s all.”

Staring down at her, I can’t help but feel like something is still off. Running my finger down her cheek, I nod back at her.

“You just want to crash on my bus after the show?”

As she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, Steve, one of the roadies yells over at her.

“Sophia, you’re up!”

Releasing her wrist with my other hand, she gives me a small smile before turning to make her way toward the door.

“Wait!” I yell back at her and she stops.

Looking over her shoulder at me, I wrap my arms around her and spin her back around, pressing my lips against hers. She parts her mouth just enough for me to get a small taste of hers before Steve starts calling for her again. You can already hear her band out on the stage, playing the intro. Sophia slowly pulls away and rests her forehead against my chest.

“I gotta go.”

Then, she turns back around as my hands full to my sides as she walks away, the shadow of her silhouette fading as the door closes behind her.

Blowing out a frustrated breath, I glance over to my left. Frankie is still standing there, staring back at me with his arms folded over his chest. I raise my eyebrow at him.

“What’s with you?” I ask with annoyance.

He pushes out his lips like a fucking duck and narrows his eyes at me.

“Nothing!”

He snaps his fingers beside his head and spins on his heel. Stretching out his arm, bending at the wrist as he walks out of the room.

Sophia’s voice screams through the concrete walls.

“Holy shit!” Caleb walks up to my side, grinning. “Gotta check her shit out.”

He winks at me, fucker, before leaving.

Stepping outside, I head over to the main stage where I can hear Dollar Settlement playing. The band playing before hers are all watching on the sidelines as my girl tears this fucking place apart.

Coming in closer, I get a better look from the back at her. You can’t even tell watching her right now that she was just awkward as fuck. Her long hair is banging around her as she squats down over the edge of the stage, using one hand to point at randoms in the crowd.

Fuck me. It's causing that juicy ass of hers to show even more in those fucking shorts she has on. The crowd becomes wilder as she jumps up suddenly, banging her head to Jeff’s solo. A mosh pit is beginning to form in front of the stage, starting off like a small cyclone before raging into a freaking hurricane.

Body after body gets thrown into each other as waves of people get carried off by the ones that are standing. Sophia’s voice rips through the speakers as the bodies move in rhythm with her sound. Everyone is in perfect balance with one another. It’s a fucking killer sight to see.

Leaning back against the metal gate, I cross my arms over my chest and watch my girl. When her set is almost over, she’s breathing deeply with her hair sticking to her back. It’s about eighty degrees out here and with the way she was performing, her skin is drenched. It’s one of the fucking sexiest sights I have ever seen. She runs her fingers through her hair at the same time she whips her head side to side. I swear to God, anything with a dick... shit,
anyone
, for that fucking matter, has to be turned on watching her right now.

“We'd like to do one more for ya!”

She smiles into the mic, as she points her finger up, taking a few steps over to the edge. Whatever she felt earlier is completely gone now and she’s in her element. Screams cry out from the sea of people.

“It’s not ours, but this has always been a fucking dope song.”

Sophia walks back up the stage and bends over to grab her water. After taking a swig, she tosses it back down and rests her left hand on her bare hip, gripping the mic with her other. Closing her eyes, she begins to sing
Bodies
from Drowning Pool. Her voice is eerily soft before she wails into the mic. The audience immediately starts going insane for her again, chanting along with her. It’s as if she’s starved; getting her feed off the energy of the people. It’s fucking voltaic.

Sophia jumps up on one of the light boxes, caressing her body up the side of her waist with her left hand lazily as she sings.

“
Skin to skin, blood and bone. You’re all by yourself, but you’re not alone.” 

Damn… With a sexy grin, she turns her head slightly over my way and winks.
Fucking winks.
God damn, I want her so bad.

Roger starts beating harder back on the drums as Sophia bounces off the light box, banging her head as she goes back into the chorus. Taking a quick glance over at Roger, I see him spin his right stick through his fingers before smashing them both back down on the Toms.

After Sophia finishes her last wail into the mic, she bends over as she takes a bow. Rising back up, she has the widest grin plastered on her face, her sapphire blue eyes twinkling. She just has this fucking glow about her that’s driving me insane.

Waiting to meet up with her when she exits, I push off the railing with my foot and start making my way to the side of the stage. I notice some of the members of the other bands smile or wave at me, but I don’t stop to make fucking small talk with them. Nothing personal, I just want to see my girl. Turning around the corner, heading for the iron stairs, I stop for just moment as Sophia rips my fucking breath away.

Sweat from her performance and the Florida sun glides down her neck, going straight for the valley between her tits, causing her to glisten as the sunset kisses her skin. I fucking love how after every show, her hair looks like she's just been fucked. Wild and sexy. And I don’t know what was fucking running through Frankie’s mind when he decided on tonight’s wardrobe, but fuck me… everything about her dark look screams for me to fuck her hard.

“Hey,” I say to her as I reach out for her hand.

Sophia wraps her delicate fingers around my hand as she squeezes tight.

“That was so fucking awesome.”

She beams up at me as she takes the last couple steps off the stairs.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I bend over and whisper in her ear before grabbing her shoulders and spinning her around to face me.

“Tristan, you’re on in five!” Tom shouts down to me from the side of the stage, but it’s hard to hear him when the audience is still screaming their fucking heads off.

Squeezing her small shoulders, I pull her into me, crushing her soft tits into my chest.

Fuck!
I need her now.

I pause for a second to make sure I have her attention. I love how Sophia’s eyes stare back up at me like I’m a fucking God or something.

“When I’m done up there, I’m gonna find you and fuck you so goddamn hard, that when I’m done, whatever bullshit you have going on will be completely fucking wiped away from your mind.”

Sophia

Holy shit! I knew it! I was trying not to let it show and it fucking did. Tristan already knows something is up. How am I going to keep this shit to myself for a little while longer when he already knows something is going on? Trying to play it cool, I press my hands down his chest, feeling him shiver underneath my fingertips. Damn… that turns me on.

“I don’t have bullshit,” I calmly reply back to him, playing the stupid card, I guess.

I hear a faint growl at the back of Tristan’s throat before he leans into me.

“Don’t fuck with me, Sophia.”

Shit. His eyes penetrate mine as he watches me. I hold his gaze.

“I’m not.”

He studies me for a moment before hearing the techs call him again. Thank God. Tristan grabs hold of my chin with his hand and tilts it up, crashing his lips down on mine. Before I know it, he lets go of me and I suddenly feel cold.

“Better not be fucking lying,” he says to me with a smirk on his face.

Keeping my composure, I smile back at him and shake my head. Fuck!

I
am
lying to you, Tristan!
I want to scream.
I’m fucking pregnant with your kid and I don’t have the fucking guts to tell you!

Tristan stomps up the stairs to the stage. Looking over my shoulder at him, I watch as he disappears into the mass of techs. Blowing out a deep breath, I turn back around, getting ready to watch his performance. As I approach the side entrance with just a flimsy metal rail in front of me, Frankie clears his throat.

“Hey, girl.”

He waves low as I peek over my shoulder. Shrugging his shoulders, he hands me another water.

“Just thinking you could use this.”

Giving him a quick smile, I take the water from his hands.

“You’re not going up to watch?” he asks me with his eyebrow quirked.

I shake my head.

“Nah, just gonna stay down here.”

It’s not that bad of a spot. I’m still close to the stage, just more off to the right. There are only security guards standing in front of me as the crowd is still pushed back another ten feet.

Frankie folds his arms over his chest as he blows a piece of hair out of his face.

“So…” he says.

“I take it that you’re not going out tonight, huh?”

Shit. We always do something after every show and obviously, I can’t now. My face drops as the high from my performance earlier seeps out of me.

“Fuck, Frankie,” I whisper. “How can I?”

His eyes soften as they look back at the worry in mine. He knows I’m shitting bricks over here.

“Meet me after this.” He points down to the ground.“I have an idea for tonight.”

He blows me a kiss with that devilish smirk dancing on his face again. God only knows what he has planned.

Watching Frankie sway his way through the security and techs, I hear Tristan’s voice rumble through the speakers, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin. Turning around, I see the right side of his profile as he sings.

Oh my God.
He is so unbelievably hot. My core clenches watching him up there, knowing I’m the only woman he wants.
At least for now…

My heart hurts at the idea of Tristan possibly not wanting me anymore. Then I hear Tristan speak into the mic as their first song ends, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Tampa!”

He nods, and everyone whistles, screams and jumps to his attention. He does this throaty cackle into the mic that sends even more heat to my core. Gawd, I’m so fucking turned on right now. With the back of the hand he is holding onto the mic with, he swipes across his forehead, brushing his falling hair out of the way.