All I Need (2 page)

Chapter
Two

Lindsey

Well, that didn’t go very well, did it?

I had just met Cane Stephens, the hottest singer in rock music right now, and not only were my conversation skills less than stellar, he didn’t seem too interested in talking to me.

I had been trying to be cool since I got here, but I still couldn’t believe I was back stage for one of the hottest tours
in rock and roll this summer. Sometimes I had to pinch myself that this was my job. This was way better than the lawyer my parents had wanted me to become.

I had only been with Rolling Stone magazine for four months and wasn’t ori
ginally given this assignment. The girl who was supposed to cover it got sick and there was no one else free. I was the only one who could take the time to go. Up until then, I had only written small pieces for the magazine and done a few interviews with some bands, but none as popular as the ones on this tour.

I had arrived at the press bus earlier that day and the tour manager was
nice enough to show me around. I tried not to show how surprised I was by the debauchery going on behind the stage of Hookers and Hand Grenades. I wasn’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination. I loved sex as much as the next guy, but I was surprised the scene lived up to the cliché of drugs and sex going on backstage. My jaw dropped when I saw one guy getting head over in the corner.

“Yeah, that
’s pretty tame for back here.” Drew, the tour manager, noticed that I couldn’t stop staring. “Try to avoid this area after they get done; that’s when things really get wild.”

“I see,” I said, watching as some short girl in hooker heals and a dress that res
embled dental floss walked by. I was way overdressed in my jeans and tank top. These groupies were going to get old fast. I was pretty sure I was one of the only ladies here with real breasts. I looked down at them; they were real and I’ve never had any complaints.

I had noticed some guy sitting al
one on a chair drinking a beer. I was surprised he didn’t have a few chicks attached to him like the rest of the guys. I stopped in my tracks; wait a minute. Was that the lead singer, Cane Stephens? My best friend Rebecca and I drooled over him all the time. We heard rumors he was a real asshole with the ladies, but he was still fun to look at. I didn’t give a shit either; if I had a chance to sleep with him, I would in a heartbeat.

Given his reputation, I won
dered where his groupies were. I read an interview he did for a magazine where he bragged it wasn’t uncommon for him to sleep with a few different girls every day. 

Gag me.
I loved sex and definitely had my share of sexy times that would make my mother want to disown me, but frequently sleeping with multiple partners daily was disgusting.

I couldn’t help but steal glances at him
as we talked. Cane looked even hotter in person in his raggedy jeans and black tight t-shirt. Tattoos covered his arms and he was wearing aviator shades despite being inside. His black hair was short on the sides and a little bit longer on the top where it was all messy. I bet he took longer than I did to get ready.

I watched as he took a drink of his beer and I was a little jealous of that bottle
. He had the most delicious lips and I bet they could do wonderfully nasty things to my body.

I shook my head a little, clearing t
he dirty thoughts from my mind. I had to act professional and do my job despite the sex on a stick sitting nearby. I was here to prove to my family I could make it as a writer in the music industry.

I
’ve loved music for as long as I could remember. I could never master playing an instrument and when I sang, dogs howled, but that didn’t curb my enthusiasm. As soon as we could drive, Rebecca and I went to every concert we could and spent more hours than I cared to admit at clubs dancing.

We both came from families that had money and neither of us wa
nted for anything. Most of the time my parents were very supportive of what I did. I think they hoped my love for music would go away and I would grow up and follow the career path they had in mind for me.

That didn’t happen though.
In college I majored in journalism and managed to snag a job at a major fashion magazine. While that wasn’t what I wanted, it was a step in the right direction, as the parent company who owned that magazine also owned Rolling Stone.

I caught the attention of one of the editors with a piece I d
id on music and today’s youth. They offered me a job and I jumped at the chance. My parents still thought I was only ‘playing’ and were patronizing when I told them about the new job. When I told them about traveling with the tour this summer, they thought it was crazy.

My older brother David
is a successful surgeon in New York and they are always telling me to be more like him. When I told David about this assignment, the first thing he did was ask me for tickets. He thought what I did was kick ass and even told me he thought I was brave for doing my own thing and not what Mom and Dad said I should do.

“Where did you say you were from?” Drew
asked, drawing my attention from Cane. Before I looked away I swore he had been checking me out. It was hard to tell with those sunglasses on though. Besides, he could have any woman in this room, why would he be interested in me?

“
Madison, Wisconsin,” I replied, “but I live in LA now.”

“
Cool,” he nodded with a smile. I wanted to cross my arms over my chest or tell him to quit looking down. He was sort of giving me the creeps the way he kept leering at me. I don’t think his eyes moved from my chest once when he talked to me. Yuck.

Then I finally
got the much anticipated meeting with Cane. It started out so well. Cane oozed sex and it wasn’t long before my panties were damp. Too bad we couldn’t lose Drew and have a minute alone before his show.

I was pretty tall at 5’
8” but even I felt small next to him. I didn’t listen to most of their conversation; I was too busy checking him out now that he was up close. God he was a gorgeous piece of man meat. That smile could charm the panties off a nun. No wonder women fell all over him. His voice was smooth and deep; I could listen to him talk all day. It was even sexier than when he sang.

When we shook hands, I felt a jolt of desire shoot from
my nipples to between my legs. The way he said my name made my knees weak. He smelled like a combination of beer and weed. Normally that would turn me off, but on him it was sexy. I wanted to wrap my body around him.

Of course Drew wasted no time telling
him I was with Rolling Stone. He was in the business long enough and knew the reaction Cane would have when he found out I was with the press. Asshole. If he thought that would increase his chances with me, he was sorely mistaken.

My heart sank at the way Cane looked at me now. I was used to getting that reaction from people
in the entertainment industry. They’re all afraid I’m going to discover some deep secret of theirs and expose it to the world.

I watched Cane walk away, biting my lip at the
way his jeans hugged his ass. Damn Drew. Why did he have to wreck my chances with Cane by telling him I was a reporter? He would find out eventually, but I was hoping to get laid at least once before he would avoid me.

There was no shortage of men to sleep with on this tour, but Cane was t
he one I had my sights set on. I probably shouldn’t jeopardize this dream job for a few orgasms, but a woman has needs. By the way Drew kept looking at me, he was more than likely a willing participant, but tall, nerdy perverts aren’t my thing.

“
I’ll take you backstage so you can watch Hookers and Hand Grenades. They’re about to go on.” He turned and I followed him down some hallways and a long corridor. I could hear the crowd cheering and Cane shouting at them.

Goosebumps raised on my arms in antici
pation of seeing him on stage. We finally got to the VIP section and I was blown away. I knew this outdoor venue was huge, but seeing it full of people chanting for Cane and his band was wild.

Once again, I said a little prayer of thanks to the man upstairs for having this
opportunity fall into my lap. Rebecca was going to freak when she came to visit. Seeing shows like this all summer was like a dream come true.

I was mesmerized b
y Cane and his stage presence. He knew how to work it like no one I’d ever seen. He was making eye contact and pointing to different people in the crowd. His smile alone had women swooning all over the audience. It was no wonder his band had risen to popularity in such a short time.

Halfway through the set, he took off his shir
t and threw it into the crowd. Some screaming girl caught it and I felt a small pang of jealousy until I looked back at Cane. He was ripped and I think his six-pack had a six-pack. His nipples were pierced and I wanted to tease them with my tongue before tracing the dripping sweat along the lines of his muscles. His jeans hung low on his hips, giving everyone a perfect view of the “V” that disappeared behind his waistband.

My clothes were suddenly too tight
and I needed a drink of water. This was too much; I had to get it together. A professional journalist wouldn’t be drooling over a lead singer like a fourteen year old girl.

I walked back stage and grabbed a bottle of water from
a big cooler. I was tempted to have a beer but I needed to keep my wits about me. I had plans to get Cane naked very soon, but acting like a silly, drunk fan girl wasn’t going to be very attractive.

Rolling Stone wanted me to write this piece as almost a daily diary of the tour – pla
ces we went and how shows went. I was also supposed to write features on a couple of the bands each month. The first one was Hookers and Hand Grenades. While all of the bands were very successful as well, they were the latest rising stars. Their latest single and album was number one on iTunes and people couldn’t get enough of them.

I found
the bag Drew had hidden for me and located a quiet corner. I pulled my laptop out and fired it up. I opened a Word document and started writing about my first thoughts on day one of my adventure. It wasn’t long before I had ten plus pages, describing the sights, sounds, and even smells of what I had experienced so far. I would take it later and refine it into something I could send my editor for publication.

The band finished up while I was busy and came walking by
on the way to their dressing rooms. They were hooting and hollering, while the groupies were screaming and following after them. Drew’s warning about what went on backstage after their show came to mind. I had to admit a small part of me was curious and wanted to watch – maybe even participate.

After watching Cane in action on stage, I couldn’t blame these women for throwing themselves at these men. They were walking sex and having a piece of that if even for a littl
e while had to be a major high. I still thought they were mindless bimbos, but it made a little more sense.

Cane followed up the rear and his gaze caught mine befor
e I had a chance to look away. He let out a yell, picking up one of the girls, and throwing her over his shoulder. He spanked her ass and she screamed in delight, throwing her shirt off in my direction. It landed at my feet and I rolled my eyes at him before they continued noisily down the hall. I was annoyed at the way they were carrying on but I was also slightly jealous of the girl Cane was carrying. I heard a door slam and jumped a little, breaking free from the thought.

I had a feeling this assignment was going to be a little more than I bargained for.

Chapter Three

Cane

This tour was every rock stars’ dream
. We were in a different city every couple of days, playing in the sunshine, with chicks everywhere in little bikinis. I’m pretty sure most of us were drunk 24/7. I had a buzz that never went away.

The only damper o
n the whole thing was Lindsey. She was poking her nose around in our business and asking a lot of questions. I didn’t have anything to hide; my life was an open book, but she was everywhere I turned. We even had to sit down with her one day for an interview. I said as little as possible and ignored her for the most part.

Or at least I pretended I was ignoring her, but I was more than a
ware of her presence.

I was watching when she tucked her red hair behind her ear and tossed her hair over her shoulder, reveali
ng the creamy skin on her neck. I wanted to run my tongue along it before sinking my teeth into the soft flesh. I watched her lips as she talked, thinking about how hot her pink painted lips would look around my cock. You can bet I noticed when she would lean forward, revealing the valley between those fucking fantastic tits.