Rock Me: Sexy (New Adult Rockstar Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Erotic Romance) (18 page)

Tyler took a swig from his bottle. “Yeah,
I’m tired of hearing that shit. Let’s just grab some chairs and sit outside the
bus. It’s still pretty warm out.”

By the time they set up their makeshift
party with camp chairs, a crate and a lantern, the hand-held cameraman caught
up to them.

Tommy pulled out a joint and lit it.
“C’mon Joe. Can’t you give us a little space? We’re just sitting here drinking.
That would be boring as fuck to watch on TV.”

Joe laughed. “Yeah, sorry boys. Let me call
and see what the boss lady says. I’d rather spend my night at the bar that you
guys just ditched. It’s packed with hot horny chicks right now.”

They passed around the joint in silence
for a few minutes. When Joe came back he was smiling. “Boss says we can leave
you guys the fuck alone for the night. Stuart’s coming by to get you unwired.”

Tyler leaned back against the chair.
“God, the night just got better.”

No one said much until Stuart came and
unfastened their microphones. When they were finally alone, Tommy spoke up,
“Alex is missing the party. Remember when the four of us would hang out
drinking and smoking all the time? No fucking parties all the time, no crowds
of people mobbing us wherever we went.”

Nick snorted. “I’m sure Alex won’t mind
too much.”

“Those two are like rabbits.” Tyler
passed the joint back to Tommy. “Thank God Lena is leaving tomorrow. It’s hard
to look her in the face in the morning. It’s not just some nameless chick that
Alex is banging anymore. It’s weird because we know her now.”

Nick laughed. “Yeah, it’s much easier
listening to the chicks you’re banging, Ty. At least we know we won’t be seeing
them ever again.”

Tyler shook his head. “Shit, doesn’t it
get boring banging the same chick every night?”

Tommy took a hit and answered. “Dude,
it’s surprisingly fun. You should try it.”

They were silent for a few minutes until
Nick spoke up again. “So why aren’t you fucking girls anymore, Tyler?”

“I found out that they all work for the
damn TV show, it’s kind of lame.”

Nick stretched his legs out in front of
him. “Who cares? What, you suddenly have morals? Standards?”

Tyler answered defensively, “I’ve always
had standards.”

Tommy laughed. “Your standards were that
they were hot and willing. I know what’s going on with you. Remember when Alex
was moping around the last tour? He wasn’t getting laid and he was a real
bitch? That’s what you’re acting like.”

“Alex was out of his mind drunk every
fucking night. And he was a belligerent pain in the ass. I’m nothing like
that.” Tyler took another hit of the joint. This conversation was getting
uncomfortable.

Nick shook his head. “Ty, I think you’re
in love.”

Tyler’s mouth fell open. “Get the fuck
out of here. And who are you? A fucking love expert? What the fuck is going on
with you and Allie anyway?”

Nick took a long swig from his bottle. “I
dunno. It’s Allie, you know? It’s so wrong, but I can’t help it. I just want to
take care of her, but just thinking about her gives me a wicked boner. I can’t
get enough of her. Our parents blame me for everything. Well, my mother always
had something against her. But her father would like to kill me. They haven’t
spoken to me since the fucking sex tape. I’ve been pretty much disowned by
them.”

“That fucking sucks, man.” Tommy sighed.
“That sex tape was pretty smoking hot though.”

Nick groaned. “Don’t let Allie know you
ever saw that. I told her you guys were like my brothers and you wouldn’t watch
it out of respect or some such shit. She would never show her face around you
again if she knew. Luckily she has Lena to talk to because it’s been hard on
her. I really fucked up her life.”

“No. Marissa fucked up her life.” Tyler
shook his head. “I always knew that bitch was trouble. I should have warned you
earlier, but I didn’t want to butt into your business. And then when you got
engaged to her…”

Nick took a hit off the joint. “Fuck. I’m
trying to forget about all that shit. Speaking of engaged though, I’m pretty
sure Alex is going to pop the question soon. Things are changing around here.”

Tyler laid his head back against the
chair back. “What about you, Tommy? You haven’t been boning anybody. Are you
still seeing Crazy?”

“Yeah. During our tour break, we’re
heading down to South Padre. You can come too if you want, Ty. She wants to
learn how to surf. I’m just hoping she doesn’t forget about me before then.
She’s really responsible and smart and she deserves a better guy than me. But I
miss her. Life seems boring without her around fucking things up or getting me
into crazy-ass situations.”

Tyler kicked at the pebbles on the
pavement. “So I’m the only sane one left who hasn’t broken the rule - no repeat
sex?”

Tommy smiled. “The ‘no repeat sex’ rule
was developed to keep chicks from getting too attached to us and going all
crazy. It took me a while to figure out, but you’ll find out someday that it
also keeps you from getting too attached to any one chick. It’s a shitty rule,
bro. Repeat sex is better.”

Before he could reply, Nick added, “Shit
yeah. Alex is going on his one millionth round in there right now. You’re
telling me he isn’t a happy man? I heard him last night, he was calling out to
Jesus. He’s definitely happy.”

Tyler couldn’t believe the stuff he was
hearing from his friends. Nick was right, everything was changing.

They sat in silence for a few minutes.
Tommy took another hit and exhaled slowly. “What’s your story, Ty? You boning
Katie?”

Tyler paused a moment. “No.”

“Why not? We know that you like her.”

Tyler squirmed in his chair. “Of course I
like her, she’s fucking hot.”

Tommy kept at him. “There are a lot of
hot chicks hanging around. But you like Katie.”

Nick piled on. “What the fuck is wrong
with you man. She’s smart and gorgeous and she only has eyes for you. Why would
you pass that up?”

“We’re friends.”

Tommy laughed. “You’re a moron. You should
go over there right now and get repeat sex. And then you’d find out what you’ve
been missing by being a stubborn jackass.”

“How do you know I’ve had sex with her?”

Tommy rolled his eyes and Nick just
laughed. “You might not have much more time. They stop filming on our last show
before the break unless we re-sign.”

It was coming up quicker than he
expected. “Katie might not even re-sign if we do. That would suck to have a
different producer. She’s been cool. What do you guys think? Do you want to do
this shit all over again?”

“Scott said the money is going to be
fantastic.” Tommy took a drink. “He’s hired a media consultant or something to
help negotiate our contracts. The consultant is giving him some crazy numbers
that we can demand. Plus, the next record deal is going to be sweet, no matter
what. This has been a fucking pain in the ass, but we’ll set for life now.”

Tyler cringed. “I don’t know. Is it worth
the mobs of fans? We can’t do anything like normal anymore.”

Nick answered, “That cat is already out
of the bag. There’s no stuffing it back in, bro.”

“So, you both want to re-sign with the
show?” Tyler was surprised. “What about Alex?”

Tommy lit up a new joint. “I think Alex
is okay with it as long as Lena is okay. And the last week of filming that he
did with Lena – he was pretty into it. I think he’d go along.”

They sat around quietly for the next five
minutes just drinking and smoking. Tyler’s head was spinning with confusion. He
wanted to go talk to Katie about the contract. He trusted her opinion.

Tyler put down his half empty bottle of
alcohol and stood. “I’m gonna go find Katie and ask her about the contracts.”

He’d only walked about ten steps before
he heard Nick. “He’s gonna go fuck her.”

“Yep,” Tommy answered.

I sat in the empty production bus
wracking my brains, trying to come up with a way to spice up the love triangle.
Something was missing.

The numbers for the second episode had
come out and the show had almost doubled its audience. Thornton was crazed with
keeping the buzz going. He was applying the pressure for a huge finish and I
kept assuring him that I had it.

But I didn’t. Not yet. I needed a
cliffhanger ending to hold the viewers over the gap until the new ‘season’. I
had to keep them excited, holding their breath with anticipation to see what
would happen. But I had cut way back on the manufactured drama and I had to
face it, my band was pretty boring. Despite the image that Rock Star Diaries
depicted, Cold Fusion was probably the most monogamous rock band in history
right now.

And I was running out of time. The
footage I had was too bland; I needed to come up with something fast. I backed
up and watched the footage I was working on again. Alex and Lena tumbling onto
the bed, shot through the half-closed door. Shirtless Alex tugging off Lena’s
tank top, exposing her bare back. His hands, one tangling in her long hair, the
other caressing her side as he kissed her sensually. Their bodies pressed close
together. Then Alex, ostensibly noticing the camera for the first time and
grimacing. He gets up and shoves his hand at the camera, blocking the lens. The
last piece of footage of the door slamming shut in front of the camera.

It worked. It was definitely hot. Sexy.
Damn, I was fanning myself after watching it. It looked spontaneous and real,
not scripted or acted. And the actress was a close match for Lena. No one would
suspect it wasn’t the actress with him.

So, then what? I had plenty of spicy
scenes of Alex and Lena together. How could I weave them into the bigger
picture? How did I create fake drama with it? What was my cliffhanger going to
be? Who got the girl in the love triangle? It didn’t seem to be powerful enough
in this day and age of sex and scandals.

A knock on the door of the bus broke my
thoughts. My heart started beating fast, wondering if it could be Tyler. But
that was silly, he never came to visit at night.

I opened the door, braced for
disappointment, and couldn’t hide a huge grin when I saw Tyler standing there. “Hey.
C’mon in. I heard you guys were taking the night off and boozing. I thought
about joining you, but I didn’t want to intrude or anything.”

Tyler stepped onto the bus. “You probably
would have liked it. We were talking about stuff like a bunch of chicks. It was
sickening.”

I couldn’t help but snicker at him.
“You’re getting to be quite the expert with girl talk, Tyler.”

“Where is everyone?” Tyler looked around
the bus.

I could smell the sweet mixture of
alcohol and pot on his breath. “Michael is closing down the production at the
after-party that never happened. I’m the only one here for now.”

“Oh.” Tyler blinked. “For how long?”

My pulse was racing. “How long do you
need?”

Tyler was within arm’s reach of me and
yet he was still so far away. I had spent every single night since we had made
love thinking about him. Aching for his touch. But he had remained so elusive.
So closed off.

I stood still, holding my breath.

A sob of relief almost escaped my throat
when he grabbed me and dragged me against his body. His kiss was ruthless. And
toe-curling. It felt as if he was pouring all the raw energy and emotion that I
was feeling into it. My body buzzed with anticipation.

Somehow we worked our way to my back
‘bedroom’ without breaking our kiss. We toppled together onto my bed, still
kissing. I tugged frantically at his clothing. I broke the kiss long enough to
pull off his shirt, but then I recaptured his lips.

When his lips started wandering down the
side of my neck, my hands slipped down his muscled torso and began working
frantically at the button of his jeans. I wanted him naked. Yesterday.

Tyler grabbed my hands to still them.
“Hey. Slow down. You seem so rushed.”

I buried my face in his neck, breathing
in his scent. “I just don’t want you to disappear on me.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”
He pulled his pants off and lay back with a sexy smile on his face.

The sight of him had my juices flowing. I
pounced like a starved kitten. Tyler let me play for a while and I used that
time to explore every inch of him with my hands and my mouth.

I knew I had gotten him quite worked up
when he began tugging at my clothes. But once he had my clothes off, he took over.
I knew he was very alpha in bed, but it didn’t matter anymore because it was
hard to think straight when his hands were everywhere at once and doing
wonderfully naughty things to me.

The sex was wall-banging fantastic, even
more intense and delicious than the first time. When I lay, wrapped in his arms
afterwards, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, my feelings were bittersweet.
I loved him. When the time came, and he inevitably moved on,
how would I
ever get over this guy?