Backstage Dirty (The Savage Light Rockers #1) (2 page)

An hour and a half later and the band had just walked off of the stage. The crowd was still going wild, trying to get them back out for the third time for another encore. But the lights went off, and then came back on to their regular strength. There were a few younger girls, maybe eighteen,
who started squealing about how hot the band was, and the sexual things they would allow them to do if they ever had the chance.

“Come on.”
Zoe grabbed her arm and started leading her through the crowded main floor. “Backstage passes, baby.” Zoe had the biggest grin on her face, which had Tanner feeling happy as well, but on the heels of that excitement was nervousness.

All Tanner could feel was this
strange shaky fear slam into her over and over again like a sledgehammer on concrete. Zoe kept pulling her forward, but it was a push and retreat as all the people around them were trying to move at the same time. The back of Rosco’s held a storage room and a freezer, but she also knew there was a pretty generous employee lounge there, too. They kept pushing forward, until they were at the bar with the backdoor to their right.

“Let’s get a drink before we go back there.”

Yeah, that was a pretty good idea. Tanner nodded, and they waited twenty minutes just to place their order. Once they had both downed a shot, and now held a beer in their hands, they made their way to the backdoor. Of course there was a line of barely legal girls standing by the two beefy bouncers guarding the band. Zoe pulled Tanner forward again, and her beer sloshed over the rim of the red plastic cup she held. They stopped in front of the bouncer, and even over the music that had started playing overhead, Tanner could hear the grunt of the bouncer as he mumbled something deep and incoherent. Zoe held up the backstage passes, and the bouncer moved aside and pushed the door open. Zoe looked back at her with wide eyes and an “Oh shit” look covering her face.

“This is it, Tanner.” Zoe tightened her hand on hers.

“Zoe, they are just the same old guys we used to hang out with, eat cold pizza with, and sometimes drink warm-ass beer with.” But even after she said that Tanner knew that wasn’t the truth. They weren’t the same guys at all.

They walked through the door,
Zoe in front of her and leading the way. Zoe hadn’t responded, but she could tell her friend was nervous as hell. Tanner’s palms started to sweat as she got closer to the lounge where she knew the guys were. She couldn’t see them yet, but she could hear the deep sounds of their voices and the occasional laugh from Jacks that had her heart racing. But right before they rounded the corner, to stop in front of another bouncer, Zoe grabbed her arm and turned her so they faced each to her.

“What? What’s wrong?”

There was this sudden wariness that covered Zoe’s face. “It’s been a long time, Tanner.”

She nodded and offered
Zoe a smile. “Yeah, but I’m sure when we see them, and not in the whole concert setting, it’ll be just like old times.” Tanner said that mainly for Zoe’s benefit, because honestly she was feeling freaked out, too.

Zoe nodded, looked over at the bouncer, and nodded once more.
“You’re right, I’m sure.” Zoe smiled, closed her eyes for a second, and breathed out. Then she turned around, and they moved past the bouncer and into the lounge where Savage Light, the most sought after, and one of the most talented bands to hit the world, were sitting.

Chapter Two

Tanner stopped when she saw Jacks, Beats,
Marcus, and Matty all sitting around the back lounge. Cases of beer were scattered around the floor, but it looked like Rosco, the owner of the bar, had brought in a portable bar for the guys. It sat in the corner, and a young man with white and black attire stood behind it. Jacks and Matty were on the couch, which put their backs toward them. Marcus was sitting on a leather chair with a girl in his lap who had her boobs nearly hanging out of her top, and Beats was twirling a drumstick in his hand as he pressed his phone to his ear with the other one.

“Holy fuckin’ shit
,” Marcus said, and when he went to stand the blonde that had been perched on his lap nearly fell right on her ass from the sudden motion. Marcus tipped back his beer bottle until he had consumed all of it, and then handed it to some guy with a pass hanging from his neck.

The other guys had since turned in their seats to look at them, and Tanner locked eyes with Jacks. He stared at her over his shoulder, and although he kept his expression stoic for several seconds, she saw something flicker in his eyes.
And then he stood, followed by Matty and Beats. They all walked over to them, but she and Zoe hadn’t moved. There was this strange atmosphere that had suddenly filled the space around them.

“You guys look exactly the same.”
Marcus grinned, and his bottom lip ring glinted.

She would have said the same, but honestly they didn’t look the same, yet at the same time they did. There was this clear confidence that surrounded the guys. It wasn’t arrogance, but it was thick, heady, and mixed with
something else. Tanner’s whole body became heated, and she cleared her throat when Jacks took a step closer. Now he was standing right beside Marcus, with the other two guys behind him. And then as if that string that was pulled taut between them snapped Marcus embraced Zoe. There was a flurry of loud voices, laughter, and movement from the other guys. But Jacks still stood in front of her, only a few feet away. His shirt was still damp from sweating up on stage, and if she had thought the material had outlined his chest when he had been performing she hadn’t seen anything until this moment. The ink on both of his arms was bright, with artistic designs, swooping lines, and abstract shapes. But, thanks to the damp fabric of his shirt, she could see that he had ink on his pecs as well. The tattoos that covered his upper chest also snaked up his neck. Tanner had never been one that thought tattoos were especially attractive, but seeing them on Jacks made that change drastically.

“Hey.”
His voice was so deep and low, so heated and powerful.

She snapped her eyes up from his chest to his face, and instantly felt her cheeks heat in embarrassment.
She replayed that one word he had just said over and over again, and dammit she actually felt herself grow pliant for him. The way he grinned at her, with those straight white teeth, told her that he knew she had been checking him out. And honestly, that
was
what she had been doing.

“Hi.”
She was so nervous, but this was just Jacks—kind of—one of the four guys she and Zoe had grown up around. There was nothing to be nervous about, she told herself repeatedly. She smiled and pushed away the awkwardness that Tanner was sure she was the only one feeling. She moved closer to Jacks so she could wrap her arms around him, and pressed her chest to his. Instantly she smelled his clean sweat and the saltiness that seemed to come from it. There was also the scent of his spicy cologne, and Tanner actually found herself closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.

“Are you smelling me?” There was amusement in Jacks voice.

She snapped her eyes open and tried to pull back, feeling humiliated all over again, but Jacks wrapped his arms around her waist, held her tightly against him, and actually buried his head in the crook of her neck.

“Don’t move.” His hands were at the small of her back, and with her arms up and over his neck, the edge of her shirt had
risen up. The scorching intensity of his fingers touching her bare flesh had every part of her clenching uncomfortably. Yet it wasn’t a discomfort from distaste, but from this sudden arousal that had slammed into her. “You smell exactly the same.” He whispered against the side of her throat, and the feel of his warm, humid breath along her bare flesh had a shiver racing up her spine. He pulled back and looked down at her, his expression guarded.

She had to tilt her head back to look at his face, not just because he was so tall, but because they were still so close together. But before either could say anything else,
Marcus had her in his arms and lifted her off the ground as he gave her a big bear hug.

“Damn girl, you’ve gotten curvy.” He set her down, held her hands as he took a
step back, and lifted her arms out to the side so he could blatantly check her out. He whistled under his breath. “Yeah, Tanner, you really got curvy.”

She pulled her hands away and l
ightly smacked him on the chest. “God, Marcus. I see you still don’t have a filter,” she said through a smile.

“Five has a mouth that rivals a horny sailor that has been out to sea for the last five year
,” Beats said with a grin.

“Five” She tested his known nickname out.

“Said a little slower and with more of a moan.” Marcus grinned, but winced as soon as Jacks punched him in the arm.

“Watch your mouth. These two aren’t groupies
here for your amusement,” Jacks said with a bite in his voice.

Marcus held up his hand
s in surrender. “Fuck, dude, easy.” He grinned at her and Zoe, and gave a wink for good measure it seemed.

“But seriously, you can just call me Five now.”
They had never called Marcus “Five” while growing up as a nickname, but over the past five years he had taken on the name—for reasons unknown to her.

“But seriously, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” He looked over at
Zoe who was standing in front of Beats talking with him. “Both of you are.”

She gave a hug to Matty and then Beats, and then they were all sitting on the couch and chairs, beers in their hands, and the atmosphere starting to feel like it used to
. It was still a little strange to be right in front of them after all this time, especially Jacks, and not because it had been ages since they had been in the same room. The way they had stopped seeing each other still played through her head like a broken record.

“So, what’s new with you two?” Beats asked as he twirled a drumstick between his fingers.

Tanner glanced at Zoe, who sat beside him, and saw her friend’s face redden. Yeah, the poor girl still had it bad for the drummer, but he seemed oblivious to that fact, like he always had. Five—it felt so weird calling him that—was sitting in the chair he had been in before, and that nearly nude blonde was right back on his lap. It took a lot to make Tanner uncomfortable, especially in the sexual sense, but seeing Five slip his hand between the blonde’s legs, and move his other hand to cover one of her breasts, made Tanner feel really out of place. She cleared her throat and looked back at the other three guys. Jacks had since grabbed his guitar and was picking out a soft tune, but his gaze was trained on Tanner. She shifted in her seat and looked at Matty, who was talking to some redhead that she hadn’t even seen enter the lounge.

“Not much new, well,
” she cleared her throat, “aside from the fact I’ve moved back to town because I can’t find a job with my degree.”

“You go to school working on that computer stuff?”
Five asked, but his voice was muffled since he had it practically buried in the blonde’s cleavage.

“Dude, how about ditching the chick and spending some time with the girls?” Beats said, but there was a sharpness to his words. Beats looked at her and
shrugged. “He’s a horny fucker. And I swear his dick is out of his pants more times than not.”

“Beats, you’
re being just as much of a douche as Five,” Jacks said.

The other guys started laughing, and when Beats looked over at Zoe and nudged her in the shoulder she gave this nervous laugh. That had Tanner smiling, yet feeling bad for her friend. Of course they had all been open and outgoing back in the day, but everything just seemed weird now,
different, and she hated that.

She noticed—and felt—Jacks staring at her, but she willed herself not to shift and not to seem uncomfortable. But of course she knew she looked just that, because she felt her hands slightly shake, and felt the trickle of beads of perspiration form between her breasts again. Now more than ever Jacks’
s stare made her feel so hyperaware.

“Your hair is shorter.
” Jacks continued to strum on his guitar, but once again kept his piercing stare trained on her. “I thought you said you were never going to cut your hair short?” he said without really showing any emotion in his voice.

She realized
, when her heart slowed from its crazy thundering rhythm, and when she forced herself to stop fidgeting with the edge of her shirt, that the song he was strumming was “In My Life
”
by The Beatles. It had been the last song Jacks had played for her, the one right before they had gone in his room and into his bed, where he had taken her virginity. She might have lost her virginity that night, but it had been hard, fast, all-consuming, and exactly the way she had envisioned being with a guy like Jacks. Shifting on her seat again, but this time not from feeling out of place, but because she was wet between her thighs thinking about that night again, she licked her lips.

“Long hair is a lot to manage.” She lifted her hand and ran a lock of her dark brown now shoulder length hair between her fingers.
She also had bangs now, ones that kind of did a swoop thing along her forehead, but bangs nonetheless. “I actually just cut it, like a week ago.”

Jacks
didn’t say anything for several moments, and she hated that she worried if he liked this new cut or not. She remembered all those years ago when he used to reach out and take a piece of her waist length hair between his fingers. He’d rub the locks back and forth while staring into her eyes. Those were the little memories she thought of a lot, and ones he probably didn’t even think about, or remember.

“I liked your long hair
.” He was silent for a moment after he spoke, but still picked out the song. “But I like the short hair better. You look like a grown-up.” Jacks smiled, and everyone around them started laughing. But Jacks and Tanner weren’t laughing, and instead still watched each other.

“You coming to the show in Denver?” Matty asked
, breaking up the trance that had suddenly surrounded her.

“U
m,” she glanced over at Zoe and lifted her eyebrow. “I don’t know. When is it?”

“
This Saturday,” Beats responded.

“We would love to come.” Zoe spoke up before Tanner could
say anything.

“
Sweet,” Beats said and nudged Zoe in the arm again.

They started a conversation, and soon that tight air that surrounded Tanner seemed to go away as the conversation went from the guys and their fame over the last few years, to
the days back in high school when they were playing gigs at a few of the bars in the surrounding cities.

“You remember we could only go to the ones that would let in minors?”
Five said through a laugh. “I mean we couldn’t even stay past a certain time at most because that was when only the legal drinkers could stay.”

Everyone started laughing
even harder.

“Or what about
the time we dared Beats to strip down and run through the center of town fucking naked because we were all trashed on those apple puckers that Zoe got from her folks’ place.” Matty threw his head back and started laughing so hard that tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes. “I haven’t thought about this shit in so damn long.”

“You joke
rs think that is funny, yet you didn’t have the Sherriff make you sleep in a cell for the night for indecent exposure.” Beats had this snappy tone to his voice, but as everyone kept laughing a smile broke across his face.

“Oh, shit, I miss those days
,” Five said and wiped the corner of his eyes. He looked up at the blonde, said something low so that only she heard, and then stood. “I need to wind down. Catch you assholes back at the hotel.” He came up to Tanner, gave her a huge hug, and whispered in her ear, “You and Zoe will come to the show in Denver, right?” He pulled back. “The bigger venues are a trip, like a real fucking surreal trip.” He grinned and then winked.

She hadn’t planned on it, even after Zoe had told them they would
go, but how could she say no to spending more time with them? “You know we will.”

He turned and gave Zoe a hug,
too, and then pointed to Jacks. “Make sure the girls don’t back out of coming to Denver.” Beats winked at her once more.

Jacks no
dded. “No fucking way are they getting out of coming.”

When
Tanner looked over at him it was to see him watching her. Of course after he said that last word she thought of totally inappropriate things that the word “coming” was connected with. Heat moved up her neck and covered her cheeks. All it took was a look from him, one that was more mature, carnal, and spoke of experience the likes of which she would never even begin to understand, for her to feel like putty around him. But Tanner needed to remind herself that guys like Jacks and the rest of the band could have any woman they wanted—as was evident by the groupies that were hanging around back here and by the door. Compared to those girls she was a slab of ground beef, and not even the quality kind.