Backstage Dirty (The Savage Light Rockers #1) (4 page)

Changing the subject sounded like the best move right now.
“Over there is our opening act, Black Pearl. They are a band out of Detroit that started in the lead singer’s basement.”

“Just like Savage Light.” She turned and looked up at him, this small smile playing across her face
.

He nodded and smiled.
“Yeah. They’re touring with us, and I just know that they’ll be hitting it big. They have this original sound to them, like a mix of metal, folk, and classic rock. It’s crazy good shit.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but before a word could leave her mouth there was
this little squeal that came from behind him.

“Oh. My. God. I cannot believe I am standing right in front of Jacks Lorde.”

He turned and looked down at the blonde girl, probably fresh out of high school. She was wearing the same outfit as the majority of the women here: cropped top, no bra, and shorts tiny enough that her ass was probably nearly hanging out. “Hey.” He smiled down at her. She may not do anything sexual for him, but she was a fan, and he didn’t snub them.

“Oh. My. God
,” she said again, and her cheeks started to turn red. “I just seriously can’t believe I am here right now. I’ve seen like every concert Savage Light has performed in Colorado.” She started waving her hands in front of her face and glanced over her shoulder.

Jacks followed her gaze
and saw a group of three girls whispering to each other and acting like typical teenagers that he saw countless times at these parties. Where they even found the majority of these people was beyond him. But he never turned his back on them, even if some got a little fanatic.

“Listen, I’m a little embarrassed to ask for this, but,” she glanced over at her friends once more, “
but can I have your autograph?”

“Sure.” He reached in his back pocket for the Sharpie he always carried, and uncapped it. Before he could ask her name, she had her top pulled down over her chest. Her tits bounced free, and he heard Tanner choke on her beer. Looking at her over his shoulder, he gave her an apologetic smile. God, she was totally not used to these blatant actions, and he had thrust her in it because he had been a selfish bastard. He didn’t have to ask her to come back to the hotel, and didn’t have to mention her staying at
the hotel.

“Can you make it out to
‘your number one fan, Brittany’?” The blonde moved her finger over her breast. “Right here.” She thrust her chest out, and he quickly scribbled his name and the message on her boobs. She squealed loudly and launched herself in his arms. Before he could react she was moving away from him and bouncing over to her friends.

He looked over at Tanner who had her attention on the girl that just left. “Sorry about that. I guess I should have warned you
that tits and asses are one of the main autographed body parts at these parties.” He ran his hand over the back of his neck and looked around. All out debauchery was happening. Girls grinding their shit on guys, booze being drunk in copious amounts, and this was only the beginning.

Tanner finished off her beer and cleared her throat. “I think I’ve only seen that stuff actually happen in movies.”
She still had those wide blue eyes trained right on him, but then she started laughing and shook her head. “That was crazy. I mean she just whipped those suckers out like there weren’t a hundred people crammed in here.”

Jacks was glad she was at least smiling over it. But he had to remind himself that she didn’t know that he was uncomfortable with that shit because she was around. If she wasn’t here and that happened he would have signed
, and maybe even taken the girl up on an offer for a quick fuck in the bathroom if the opportunity presented itself. But having Tanner standing right beside him, smelling that floral scent of her perfume even more than the spilled alcohol and sweat that mixed in the air, made him feel off kilter and almost embarrassed by the blatant sexuality thrown his way. Yeah, he would probably be called pussy-whipped, but he didn’t give a fuck.

“Lap dance. Lap dance. Lap dance.” The loud chorus of people calling out the same thing drowned out the music.

“Body shot. Body shot. Body shot.” The other half of the party seemed to be calling out something else. It was like a damn
Westside Story
brawl on what groupie would do the next sexual act.

A girl with pixie cut
light hair stood in the center of the room, several guys around her, all hollering out one of the two suggestions that had gotten the crowd worked up.

“Do a line off her tight fucking ass
,” someone called out.

“No, do a line off her tits
,” another guy called out.

No
w would be a good time to go someplace else, especially if the drugs were coming out. People started moving closer, caging them in. He pressed his side against Tanner’s, trying to block her from the sudden surge of movement as everyone attempted to get in on the action of watching this girl get blow inhaled off of her body. The girl getting ready to degrade herself for the enjoyment of the crowd moved over to the glass table between the two leather couches. Everyone was getting wild at this point, even more so when the table was cleared off and the girl climbed on and lay in the center of the table. Her top came off, and her tits were pretty big for how small she was. When she reached down and started shimmying out of her Daisy Duke shorts Jacks turned so he was facing Tanner. Her eyes were wide as she was watching all the crazy shit going on around them.

“Come on.”
He took her hand and led her through the thick throng of people. A lot moved out of his way, called out his name to stay and party with them, but the people that didn’t move the fuck back got shooed out of his way.

“Is that cocaine?”
Tanner didn’t sound surprised.

It was only going to get worse.
You stupid fuck. Why in the hell would you bring her here knowing you didn’t want her to see this part of your life?

“Yeah
,” he said in a clipped tone, but kept his focus in front of him and toward the balcony doors just a few feet from them. A few people were already out there. “Get the fuck out of here.” He didn’t care if he sounded like an asshole. He was pissed at himself. It was the middle of summer, and there was a light breeze that moved by. Once the door closed behind the people, which left them alone, Tanner moved closer to him. Her hair moved around her shoulders from the breeze, and as she stared out the balcony at Aspen and the mountain view, Jacks moved closer,
needing
to be closer.

“Again, I’m really sorry about all that. I shouldn’t have brought you or Zoe here, or at the very least warned you about the shit that happens at these things.”

She looked over her shoulder and into the living room where Zoe was pressed tightly beside Beats. She was looking at the pixie getting cocaine cut into a line onto her belly. Zoe’s eyes were a little wide, but when Beats wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in tightly to the side of his body her entire expression changed.

“At least Zoe is having a good time.”

“I’m having a good time,” she said.

He looked at Tanner after she spoke.
“Yeah?”

She smiled and shrugged. “I mean, this place is crazy, that’s for sure
, but yeah, I’m having a good time.” She pushed him lightly on the shoulder and grinned wider. “Besides, why would I pass up hanging out with one of the most desirable rock stars on the planet?” They stared at each other for a few seconds, and although the sound of clapping, laughing, and shouts came through the glass of the sliding doors, it was like none of that mattered.

Her cheeks turned pink the longer he stared at her, and he forced himself to turn away and lean against the stone banister. They were twelve
floors up, and he leaned over slightly and felt the gust of wind move by his face. He turned his head to the side and saw her doing the same thing.

“This is wild, Jacks.” She looked at him. “I mean, I knew you guys would always make it, but I never thought it would be this soon, and never imagined this kind of grandeur.”

“You didn’t think we’d make it to the top?” He was teasing her.

“Of course I did.” She bumped her shoulder against his. “I just meant it’s hard for me to even picture you living this kind of lifestyle
, even when it is right in front of me.” She turned and leaned her back against the banister and stared through the glass doors. “I mean, drugs, sex, and rock & roll, huh.” She didn’t phrase it like a question. “It’s got to be all so crazy for you, too, right?” Her focus was still on the party. “Even all these years later.”

He turned around, too, and leaned against the stone. He could have answered her question, but he had other things on his mind, things that were better left unsaid, yet things he couldn’t stop thinking about now that she was right in front of him. Over the years he had been able to immerse himself in this lifestyle and his music, even though she was always on his mind
.

“
I mean, look at Marcus—I mean Five—he didn’t leave Rosco’s with a brunette, yet there is a half-naked one hanging on him.” She looked over at Jacks and grinned. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to calling him Five.” She shook her head and stared at the crowd again. “And Matty? He always spoke his mind and did what he wanted, but I’ve never seen him act so blatant in the sexual department as he was with that redhead, especially in front of all these people.” She started laughing softly. “It’s just insane.” They were silent for a moment, both staring at the party still. “Hey, I have been meaning to ask you all night.” She turned so she was slightly facing him, “What’s up with Marcus and the nickname Five? Or do I even want to know?”

He scratched his neck and chuckled, but it was kind of in the uncomfortable category. “Well, I don’t think you really want to know, but if you do I’ll tell you.” He was still watching her, and her grin
spread.

“It’s raunchy, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is.”

Her smile was contagious.

“Well, go on, don’t keep me guessing, although I have an idea of what it might be now that you said it was sexual.” She rolled her eyes. “Marcus also was one to stick it in anything that had a hole.” She started laughing.

He shook his head, still smiling, and stared at her. Christ
, she was so pretty. “Well, when we first hit it big we were playing at Red Rocks. The crowd was fucking insane, and it was a damn rush of adrenaline to hear everyone chanting our names.” He started chuckling, again a little awkwardly. “Uh, after the concert we were partying. We couldn’t find Marcus, and being drunker than fuck and not knowing any better we went in search for him. We had rented out the penthouse of the hotel we were staying at, so there were two other rooms on the floor. We found him in one of them, screwing five different girls.” It got so silent between them that he swore he heard damn crickets making noise even from the height they were at.

“You’re kidding?”

He brought his beer to his mouth and drank half of it. He set the bottle on the edge of the balcony and shook his head. “I wish I was.”

She was laughing so hard now that he couldn’t help but follow suit. “Oh my God. That’s like those crazy sex stories you see on TV, like how sex brought them to the hospital.” She wiped stray tears from her eyes and sobered slightly. “Wait, how was that even possible? I mean, he
has one. Well, you know ... thing.” She made a punching motion, and he stared at her for a second.

“Did you seriously just do
that as the action for fucking?” He curled his hand into a fist and mimicked what she had just done.

She licked her lips and looked away. “Yeah, sorry. Michael has been doing that when he talks with his friends about porking some chick.”

Now it was his turn to burst out laughing at her use of the term “porking”. “How is your brother anyway?”

“He’s good. Just graduated high school, but he’s in that mode where he doesn’t feel like doing anything productive. He hasn’t even applied to any colleges yet. My parents are kind of pissed about that.” She shrugged. “Honestly, I think he sees his little garage band making it big like you guys did.”

“Hey, we started out in my parents’ basement.”

She turned and looked at him. “No, you guys actually took the music seriously.
You practiced every day, for hours every night. Michael and his band are just sloppy with it all. They practice maybe once a week, and half the time they are drunk. Honestly, I don’t think he cares much aside from thinking he’ll make a shitload of money, and have girls throwing themselves at him.” She shook her head and brushed her bangs aside.

He
wanted to curl his fingers into his palm to stop himself, but he lifted his hand regardless and brushed away a stray piece of dark hair on her cheek. Everything stilled around them, and when she looked at him with clear surprise on her face he swore he could hear his heart in his ears. “Sorry.” He didn’t know why he was apologizing, but it sounded like the right thing to do, like he had overstepped some invisible “friends only line”.

He hadn’t seen her for a long time, and doing little things he had done years ago didn’t seem appropriate. But even though it had been so long
it was like he was back in his bed, with her underneath him, and his cock deep inside of her body.
Don’t even go there, man. Your dick is about two seconds away from bursting as it is.